Just get it over with. (Knife Sadistic)

An hour after yet another round of one-sided sex I was no less sure there was no love left, just frustration and pain.

Penelope’s increasing disabilities as a 350 sick fat woman had reduced what had been our active sex life to her wanting more than she could handle. Too many times she had gotten her thrill then called off anything to do with my pleasure as being too much for her to handle, or too painful. Our marriage had become just work, my taking care of her for little in return.

I fetched my best knife from the display in my office and went to the bedroom where Penelope was asleep. I moved quietly to my wife at the left side of the bed and gently pulled down the single sheet she was sleeping under. Despite all the past revenge fantasies I just wanted it over with no intent to take sexual or sadistic enjoyment from what I needed to do. Pulling off the sheet exposed Penelope’s pale fat bulk of a body, allowing me to lean over her with my right hand empty and the lethal knife held in a dagger grip in my left hand.

I slapped my right hand down over Penelope’s mouth, thumb under her chin to shove and tilt her head back across the neck roll she used instead of a pillow. The force exposed her thick throat as she startled and began to wake.