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I was fucking raving mad. She had done nothing around the house, my evening meal wasn’t ready, and she fucking knew we were going out that night. It wasn’t fucking good enough.
When we had got married a few years ago she had been a dutiful wife. Every day when I got home from work the meal was ready, the house was clean, and my shirt for the next day was ironed and laid out on my dresser.
What the fuck had happened to her? it seemed to happen overnight some two years ago, and I guess it was my own fault, for not pulling her up about it. First it was the washing up hadn’t been done, she had been busy doing other things she told me.
Then one night the evening meal wasn’t ready on time, and I had tom wait for it. It was getting fucking stupid, and when I pulled her up about it, she promised to change. And she did, for about a month or so, and then she started getting back to being the lazy fucking cow she was now.
She knew we were fucking going out tonight, and what had she done about it? Fuck all! The last cow was sat in the kitchen watching some fucking chat show, while the gas cooker stood idly by. And the house as I had entered, was in such a state I wouldn’t have let an animal go in.
I walked into the kitchen and asked her what the fuck she thought she was doing, and she gave me one of those “I don’t feel well” looks. But fuck how she feels. I am the fucking bread winner. I feed the cow, clothe her, and all she has to do is keep the fucking place clean and have my meal ready.
Without a word I walked over to where she sat and slapped her hard across the face. Sending the cow sprawling across the floor. Even before she could start crying I was kicking her in the guts, ignoring her screams as she folded in half, her breath rasping from her ugly fucking mouth.
Moving around her I kicked her again, in the kidneys, watching her back arch in pain. All the time I was telling her what a lazy fucking cow she was, and again I kicked her, this time on the head.
I must have caught her temple or something, as the fucking woman lay still. Her chest was still moving, so she wasn’t dead yet, but that was soon going to change. I went to the kitchen drawer and pulled a knife out, her favourite knife, the sharpest of hem all. Probably the only fucking thing in the house she looked after.
Walking back to where she lay I put the knife under her dress at the neck, and slashed downwards, cutting the dress in half, and baring her body. The slut had stopped wearing fucking undies ages ago, telling me that she felt they held her too tight. Why she didn’t buy a size fucking bigger was beyond me.
Looking down ay her naked body I wondered what I ever fucking saw in her. the cow had gained well over fifty pound since we got married.
I could hear her breathing levelling out, and guessed she was about to rejoin the fucking world, and put the knife against her right nipple. As she opened her eyes, I sliced her nipple off, grinning as she went into fucking hysterics. Saves the cow right.
Her hands immediately to her damages tit, but I just stabbed at them cutting the back of one of them, before moving to the other tit. Again, in a single slice, her other nipple joined the first on the kitchen floor. By now she was screaming like a stuck pig. I guessed it was good that we didn’t have any fucking nosey neighbours.
Moving to stand between her legs I brought my foot back and let go with a vicious kick, that buried half my fucking shoe in her cunt. It was probably the only thing she had felt in there for years. I know I hadn’t shagged her, and no-one else in their right mind would have done either.
Again she screamed in pain as I removed my foot from her cunt, wiping the blood that had appeared on her inner thigh.
Without thinking about it, I bent over, knife in hand, and stabbed the fucking thing deep in her cunt. Twisting it around to make sure the damage was as good as I could get it. She had stopped screaming by now, and in fact. Had stopped moving. Only her chest movement told me she was still alive. The fucking cow hadn’t even got the sense to fucking die when she knows she should.
But she would. I stood to one side looking down at the cunt that had once promised to love honour and obey. Three things she seemed to have forgot all about.
I went into the garage and got the hammer I had used the summer before for knocking down a wall in the yard. It weighed around 14 pounds, which is quite fucking heavy. But not as heavy as when a 250 pound man brings it crashing down on your outstretched hands, crushing your fucking fingers. having done one hand, I could see no point in letter her other hand get away with it, and soon, both hands were fucking mashed. I had considered taking off the wedding ring, but fuck her, she could keep it.
He breathing seemed shallower, as if she was almost dead. But I hadn’t finished with the bitch yet. Getting the hammer and chisel I had also brought back from the garage, I placed the chisel against one of her ribs, and hit it as hard as I fucking could. It was great hearing a rib break. Now I was getting somewhere, as her breathing became raspier and less easy. I did the same again with two more ribs, though one of them took two fucking blows before it broke. I must be getting weak. Have to get back in the gym first thing next week.
She was almost dead now, but I didn’t want her to go nagging God that it wasn’t really her turn to fuck off this mortal coil, so grabbing the knife I pulled her tongue from her mouth, and cut it in half. Lets see you fucking gossip now cow.
Here mouth filled with blood quickly, and her breathing was almost finished. Just time for one more thing before I let the cow die.
Taking the chisel I placed it on her forehead. I was certain her fucking eyes were watching me as I lifted the hammer, and lat it fall, as hard as I could. The chisel sand all the way in, breaking her forehead and smashing into her brain. She may as well arrive at the pearly fucking gates in the same manner she had enjoyed her existence. Fucking stupid cow.
I dragged her body out into the field behind the house and buried it, using the trench digger to dig the hole. Lets fucking face it, I had taken the trouble to help her from this life. I didn’t have to work up a sweat to bury the pig as well.
Going back into the house I began to clean up, realiseg that now I would have to get yet another wife. One who was happy to clean the fucking house and get me fucking meal ready.
THE END
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