She’d had enough.
His end was near, didn’t know it though. He was clueless.
Her knuckles tightened around the elegantly shaped wine glass. Instinct and rage fueled the glass crashing into the side of the table. Only one crescent-shaped shard fell away.
It was the perfect edge to damage a pulsing artery.
She gracefully, furiously, lunged for the side of his throat. His vital organ cut wide-open. A rhythmic stream began pumping out, gushing blood down and out over his body. With stunned horror, he gripped his throat to stop the bleeding.
She watched, fascinated, as he was dying.
Originally published on IWH May 20, 2018
I Write Her 
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!
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LOL Nope! 😉
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Wow! I’m wondering what he did to deserve that reaction! They do say the female of the species is generally the more dangerous one!
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Oh, the usual – cheating, lying, disrespect… 😁
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Just look to the Praying Mantis. (or is it the Preying Mantis?)
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It obviously doesn’t take much, guys! 😉 Be careful! LOL
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Ohhhhh my!
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LOL Women can be so devious!! 😉
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😉
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It speaks to the inner vampire in us all.
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🙂 Yes! he he
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