Posted by tina on March 28, 2008 at 13:06:44:
Hi, everyone! Here is another story I don't think I ever posted. Enjoy (pehaps with a glass of wine)!
“Statistical Strangler”
By Tina
“Frank, you’ll never be rid of me,” Nora stated with a decidedly malevolent tone of voice.
Her husband collapsed his paper so his view of Nora was no longer obstructed. He had to admit she was still a stunning creature. The short cut blond hair framed the pixy face with the slightly turned up nose. Her big blue eyes stared coldly at him. Frank especially liked her frosted pink lip-gloss even though her mouth was set with a hateful sneer.
“I’ll never divorce you and,” Nora paused for effect, slapped the table with a plate rattling palm, “statistics say I’ll out live your sorry ass.”
Frank had no idea when his loving wife had become the soul double for the wicked witch of the west. Nor could he remember when he had stopped loving her. The sad man was pretty sure that he had once upon a time loved her or at least the sweet Nora of his distant memories. Nora’s pretty face and shapely body sat across the dinner table from him but the spirit of the love of his life was assuredly extinct.
Frank sighed. Nora was correct. Frank knew that given their age difference and his worsening emphysema Nora would in all likelihood out live him. That’s when his anger overwhelmed his reason. Like boiling potatoes overflowing a pot he suddenly erupted.
“No you wont you fucking bitch,” Frank screamed as he rose up out of his chair.
The table tottered as his massive body lifted out of his seat with his thighs still tucked under the edge. The wine bottle toppled over and the last of the red liquid splashed onto the white table clothe.
“What are you doing you maniac?” Nora screeched as Frank came around the table toward where she still sat.
Nora was just trying stand as Frank’s hands reached out and took hold of her shoulders. He easily pushed her back into her chair. She gaped up at him as her own hands beat at his chest in an instinctive defensive maneuver.
“You’re not going to out live me you heartless witch,” Frank snarled as his hands moved inward.
Nora’s blue eyes were wide with fear as she saw the anger in Frank’s face. Her mouth was starting to open, her lips forming a scream just as Frank’s hands reached her slender throat. A single strand of cultured pearls circled Nora’s neck and hung just above the scooped neckline of her little black dress. Frank’s fingers quickly formed a second circle around Nora’s throat. The terrified blonde’s scream was an almost inaudible choked off gurgle as Frank’s powerful hands closed around her neck. The wild-eyed man’s thumbs pressed cruelly against Nora’s voice box and rendered her speechless.
“Oh, God, he’s choking me,” Nora thought as panic and shock took hold of her lovely body.
A jolt went through her body as though she had been touched by a live wire. She was able to gasp in strangled breaths but her lungs were already screaming for air. Nora’s petite body twisted in the chair as she tried to break free from Frank’s terrible clutches. She could see the hateful look on Frank’s face as he continued to choke the life from his darling wife. Her fingers pulled at the thumbs that were now firmly clamped down in the middle of her throat. For all Nora’s efforts Frank’s hands remained locked around her slender throat.
Her mouth was wide open and Nora desperately wanted to call out for help or at least beg Frank to stop strangling her. The pressure in her face was unbearable as the thumbs pressed harder and harder under her chin. She could hear her strangled gasps and moans, as the powerful hands remained fixed around her delicate neck. Nora’s left hand pushed against Frank’s massive chest as he heaved his weight into throttling the helpless woman.
“Die you mean spirited bitch,” Frank shouted at the gasping Nora.
His anger fueled his frenzy. Frank watched Nora’s face slowly turn purple above his closed hands. His hands appeared to be totally covering Nora’s throat as he strangled her. Her eyes bulged hideously from her contorted face as though they might pop out of their sockets at any moment. Still he pressed down hard on Nora’s already crushed throat. Even the soft gasps and groans were now completely strangled off by Frank’s strong fingers. Then he had felt something snap. Nora’s tongue suddenly flopped out over her lower lip and hung almost to the end of her chin. Her hands waved frantically around for a few more seconds and Frank could hear her shoes whacking spasmodically at the table legs. Nora’s arms and legs suddenly lost all coordination as death grasped the lovely woman even more firmly than her strangling husband. Frank watched the dying woman’s final reflexive struggles with maniacal satisfaction. With blessed finality Nora had slipped into the dark pit.
The protruding eyes rolled up as the tongue continued to flop around loosely from the dead woman’s gaping lips. There was still a lot of movement but the force of Frank’s continued strangulation generated it all. When he finally released his deadly grip on Nora’s neck her body slid limply out of the death chair onto the exquisite Persian rug.
The little black dress was pulled up around her waist. To Frank’s great delight the crotch of Nora’s pantyhose were sopping wet. Her last glass of wine had flowed freely at the end. Frank bent down and took hold of Nora’s dead face with his strangler’s hands. He cupped the cooling cheeks in his palms as he gazed into the lifeless blue eyes.
“So much for statistics, baby,” Frank whispered as he shook Nora’s head and smiled.