The Executioner

Hundred and One

The room was illuminated only by a tacky, pink-neon Playboy bunny lamp, and everything about it was cheap. The flowery wallpaper, the dark chocolate carpet, the tasteless prints on the walls, the dirty drapes that hung from the windows and the bed that looked like it’d cave in if one more couple had sex on it.

‘I’m just gonna go into the bathroom and get cleaned up, babe,’ Honey said, running a hand softly over the tourist’s cheek. ‘When I come out, I hope you won’t be wearing these many clothes. I know I won’t be.’

Honey counted her money again. She knew better than to get paid at the end of it all. She made that mistake once, and all she got for her troubles was a black eye and a bloody lip.

She fixed her wig, checked her makeup and got rid of her clothes. Her underwear wasn’t new. She couldn’t even remember the last time she bought new underwear, but it was clean and she knew she wouldn’t have it on for much longer. ‘Let’s go to work, girl,’ she said to her reflection, pouting her lips.

The tourist was sitting at the edge of the bed still fully dressed. His hands between his knees, his chin against his chest.

‘What’s the matter, babe?’ Honey knelt down in front of him.

He kept his eyes on the floor, too embarrassed to look at her. ‘I… I’ve never done this before.’

Honey smiled and placed a hand on his leg, caressing it gently. ‘Don’t worry, babe. I have all the experience you need.’

‘Do you mind if I go get cleaned up a little?’

‘Of course not, hun. Take your time. I’ll wait for you out here.’ She shot him a sensual wink. ‘With nothing on.’

Honey was in bed, naked, with her back against the uncomfortable metal headboard when the man came out of the bathroom. She had already rubbed and pinched her nipples so they were hard and pointing up. She always thought they were one of her best features. But her expression changed as the tourist stepped back into the room. He was wearing what to her seemed like a long, clear-plastic raincoat, and nothing else. She also noticed his massive erection.

‘Wow, babe. That’s quite kinky.’ She sat up. ‘I like kinky.’

‘I’m here for you, Honey.’ The man’s shy voice and demeanor had vanished. His new tone covered Honey’s whole body in goose bumps. She got out of bed and he took a step towards her. As he moved, the pink-neon light reflected on something in his right hand, and she froze. She’d seen that kind of glint before. She tried to scream, but he was too fast for her, bridging the space between them in a flash and covering her mouth with a powerful hand. He pressed his body hard against hers, and she felt his excitement brushing her thigh. Her terrified eyes found his, and the evil she saw in them made her wet herself.

‘You’ll have to kneel and pray,’ he murmured, and she shivered in his arms. Only this morning she’d read about him in the paper. They called him ‘The Slasher’.

He licked his lips slowly as he raised the blade to her neck and whispered in her ear. ‘I’m your salvation, Honey.’