Sex and Murder Magazine

By Rebecca L. Brown

She was so beautiful laid out there, almost angelic. Usually, he crossed their arms over their chests but he had tucked her hands into her pockets so they couldn’t see the marks. They’d found her before she rotted but it had been long enough for something to have gnawed away at her. The rest of her was perfect though; something must have interrupted them before they could do any major damage. Her face was untouched; a pretty girl.

He stroked her face, trailing his fingers over her perfectly-painted cheeks, following the delicate curve of her neck. Her head tilted backwards a little, her lips parting just a little to reveal small, white teeth. Did he have time? He checked his watch then pushed up her skirt.

He didn’t do this very often, maybe only a handful of times before this. With a face like his, it was hard to find a pretty girl (or even an ugly one; God he’d tried a few) who didn’t turn up her nose. Nobody ever had to know and it kept him out of trouble. He stoked her thigh with a course-skinned hand. Flawless. Smooth. With his other hand, he slowly removed his belt.

He was almost finished when he felt her press against him. Part of the fantasy; a real life woman eager to be close to him. Grunting, he picked up the pace. No, she was definitely moving, twisting underneath him as he rocked. He felt something hard and sharp brush against his neck, a stump of a wrist pulling him closer, drawing him in as if begging him to kiss. He buried his face in her hair.

Those small, white teeth shredded into his throat.

They found him there, slumped to the floor with trousers still around his ankles. If he had still had a face, it would have been screaming.