My suicidal cure (part 19)

Water of life

Now, now dear do not worry,

Nothing will happen.

The lie comes so easily, 

It actually feels like the truth!

Next door the cop slumbers,

Enveloped by his nightmares,

Of my weaving...my masterpiece.

Tonight we sleep in waters embrace,

Letting it seep in...everywhere.

Watery tears slip down her cheeks,

As to the pools edge I guide her.

Toy gun in hand, she knows not.

She struggles to hide her sobs,

As she sees the weight waiting,

Sixty kilograms...heavier than she is.

I bend touching her leg,

Running it down her shapely curves.

Soft, supple, sexy...down below I stir.

I clamp the weight to her ankle,

Feel her shiver and shake.

I rise, pressing my hardness against her,

I smile at her revulsion.

I wave the key before her,

And whisper in her ear,

The key is yours if you get to it,

Then you are free and I am gone.

I casually toss the key in the deep end 

And take her face in my hand,

To stare into her eyes.

Her sobbing has subsided,

As hope for survival has blossomed.

I step behind her,

Feeling her buttocks,

Enjoying her abhorrence of me.

With a swift push from behind,

I shove her in before she can scream.

Down she goes, disorientated, 

But not for long...

Instinct kicks in and she scrambles for the key,

Her saviour, her salvation.

In my palm I play with the real key,

Relishing every second she tries to save herself,

Desperately seeking to stay alive.

Precious seconds sweep on by,

As the bubbles float on upwards.

I watch in satisfaction as she retrieves the key,

Smile as she struggles to open the lock,

Chuckle sadistically as realisation dawns...

It is not the right key.

The look she gives me,

Her mouth agape,

As water rushes in,

Invading, suffocating, 

Taking her life away! 

I wave the key at her

And watch as she drops the other.

Soon she is lashing and writhing,

Engulfed by the water,

Precious bubbles of oxygen fleeing her body,

To break upon the surface without her.

Slowly she starts to calm,

Less and less she moves,

Her bulging eyes stare at me with futility. 

I fish the key from the pool

And leave the residence, 

My job done.

I turn one last time before I melt into the void,

To stare at the six red carnations,

Drinking deeply of the water in a vase.

I think for a moment,

How without water we cannot live,

Yet how easily it can also kill us.

I laugh silently as I depart,

Peeking at the house next door.

Now he will know I know where he lives!

I smirk at this thought,

Letting the monster within me enjoy its moment.

One more victim...one more...

To suffer the worst of all deaths...

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