the name of the faceless villain who took my wife. the name of that cowardly bandit is Ted Dahmer. he also has a family. unlike me, he has a daughter.
you may think that I am some creep or too vengeful. but I follow him. I did followed him to his own home. in there I stayed for a while thinking about the meaning of the new information that I learned.
the next day I went to his home instead of going to work. I stayed in there for a while looking at the door without touching it. then I had the strength to knock.
after some minutes a beautiful woman on her forties that seems to be on her thirties welcomed me. she has neon long black hair. she has a beauty mark under her lips. she has clear blue eyes that look like the sky. a true beauty.
my wife is more of a blonde sexy type of person. the lady seemed to be decent and nice as she asked me what I wanted. I was nervous as I didn't know what to do. she got angry really easily and asked me to leave.
"Your husband is fucking my wife." I almost yield.
she pulls me inside of the house. she closes the door. she looks at me. she was furious as she wanted to know my reason to come to her home.
"I don't know what to do. they fuck all the time. they fuck on my kitchen. on my bedroom. they don't know shame. and I am so tired. I am not sure of what to do."
"who is fucking who?" asks a teenager girl as she gets out of her room.
the mom looks at me with anger. if her eyes were weapons I would be dead. she then explains to her daughter that it isn't anything serious. she asks the daughter to not use that word as it isn't appropriate. she asks her to leave to school now.
the girl leaves to school. she was exited for a date with her friends. the mother closes the door slowly. she then asked me if I wanted to have some tea.
"what do you want? why did you came to my home?"
"I am not sure. I just felt like the family of that coward had the right to know. I don't think it is okay for us to suffer on silence while they give up to their instincts. those damn barbaric pigs."
"if you could chose between living on ignorance or be aware of their action, what hurts the most? which one will you chose? I prefer ignorance."
"ma'am with all do respect, there is a limit to how much is enough. they are making fun of us. they are stepping on our dignity. they are making a joke of our pride. it is true that something like pride is meaningless. but that pride is what makes us humans."
'go to the point. what do you want to say?"
"without pride we are less humans than them. with out dignity we are as much of an animal as they are. that is the reason why ignorance is just a cheap solution. a piece of tape won't stop a boat from sinking once there is a hole on it."
"what are you going to do with that piece of information?"
"I am leaving my wife. I have a son to protect. and about your husband. I am going to kill him. I tried to find a reason to not do it. but after arriving here I am convinced that is better for me to just slaughter him like a pig."
"is there anything I can do to stop you?"
"ma'am I came here to see if I should kill you too, or ask you to help me. I may not be brave enough to commit murder. but I am man enough to warn you to not stop me."
"what about your child? are you really going to do that to your son."
"then what do I do? give me a better solution and I take it."
"take me. fuck me. then you would be on equal footing to him."
"ma'am with all do respect who do you think I am?"
"don't play the role of the honest man with me. why else did you came here and warned me about their actions. it is so obvious that deep down you were expecting me to give you my body as a compensation."
"wow. you are as bad as he is. you are making me doubt of my own self by saying something in certain way that kind of makes sense, but I don't want to be like him."
"is that true? or is that you trying to act with no guilt. are you going to take me while you blame him for it? what are you going to do."
"I am not like that. I am not him."
"this is your last warning. just take me and be done with it."
she kissed me without my consent. I pushed her away lightly. I told her that I wasn't interested in becoming a replacement to her husband, nor anything alike. I was sorry for the misunderstanding. then I left without looking back.
now that I think back about that moment. I am certain that I did the right thing. it was right for me to turn my back to the temptation. I didn't wanted to become anything like my stupid wife. and that is basically how I ended up on this shitty bar.
am I leaving out important stuff? yes, totally. but that information may be for later. right now I don't feel like telling the rest of my tale. because that night, my final night with my wife is one of the best and worst nights of my life.
I need more liquor. I want my blood to be replace with liquor before finding the courage to end my tale. it may be no surprise to some. but that night is the night in which I became a widower. I need the strength to end my tale....
some bottles of liquor later I was back on storytelling mode. where was I? oh yeah. I left that woman there alone. I walked back home. it started to rain. I was feeling pitiful. I was regretting letting go of that opportunity.
then without realizing it I was in front of the front door of my home. I got inside of it. for the last month or two I was getting ready for Christmas. I had the tree and all ready. I went first to my boy's room. I told him that I loved him. that he was my baby boy.
I said my goodbyes. then I walked out of that room. I went to my bedroom. I had an argument with my wife. it became an habit to fight for nothing. and then forgetting and forgiving the biggest transgressions.
that night I was thinking about the wife of my rival, my nemesis. then I thought about his daughter who was in her third year of high school. I was thinking how easy may be for me to seduce her. maybe I should, or I shouldn't. I know it was wrong, but...
the high school girl had the best DNA from both parents. she was a beauty. of course the voice of reason told me that was crossing a line or two. but who can blame me. is that really a crime if I can seduce her, if I can convince her of giving me her innocence.
I ain't no good man that was clear from the beginning. but I am not a monster. so if I can get her consent then, maybe I can do it. at the moment I wasn't thinking clearly. I was thinking with my rage. with my fragile EGO.
there are moments on our lives in which we all become beasts, not all of us has the cruelty to become monsters. but turning into a beast is a different thing. erasing the line of what is right can become the easiest thing to do.
probably my wife saw the evil on my eyes. she asked me what I was doing. I laughed. then I pretend that I was fine. there was nothing to be worry about. but there was, there is a lot that wasn't right on my head at the moment.
you can call me names. you can confuse me with an animal all you want. but you could be worse than me on my place. at least I was thinking about asking for the consent. I know that doesn't justify the cruel thoughts on my head.
I know saying that I haven't act on my ideas jet, doesn't justify the simple act of thinking about doing something horrible. was it my ego? was it my rage? who cares. I was turning into what I hated the most by fantasying about a minor.
that girl was barely sixteen. she wasn't a woman jet. but in my mind she needed to be my woman and only mine. I needed to be her first man. in my mind I had already won the right by being a victim of her father. I know I am not thinking right. I know..... do I?
"I don't know what is going on. I am not sure what you are thinking about. but whatever it is, I am sure it isn't something good. for you to hide that creepy smile of yours. had you finally decided to fuck one of your coworkers?"
"I had found your replacement. she is your lover's daughter. I am thinking of making her my woman. do you have an issue with that?" I want it to say it, but I couldn't. I am such a coward even when thinking about evil things.
"why? why do you insist that I have a lover? before and after you started to fuck that man I had never had a lover."
"it is hard for me to understand you. that is why the first thing that comes to mind is that you probably have someone else."
"you stupid bitch. the day I took you as my bride. that day I promised myself that I wouldn't have anyone else. I told my self that you were the only one to me, for me."
"how romantic. it is a shame that it is all lies. the pathetic lies of a man who's ego was stepped on. a man suffering for his fragile ego."
"is not just my ego. you hurt more than my ego. I loved you, I truly did. but I was so busy with my work, I told myself that by being honest and faithful was doing enough."
"it is not enough if you let me feel cold for four whole years. I felt so cold with the absence of your heat next to mine. I was trying to hurt you at first, but slowly. I surely started to feel loved and like new on his arms. I felt on the paradise."
"can't you see it? it is just an illusion. all you need is to leave him. then you will see it that he was just an erotic encounter. he was just a game of one night. that is not love. and what I feel for you is no longer love either. what I feel for you is disgust. I feel disgusted."
"really? it isn't enough that you want to take my child. but you also want to shamed me? I am not ashamed. I am proud of what I did. I feel like a whole woman whenever he fucks me. he fucks me like no one. he is the one for me."
"it isn't enough for you to hurt me. you had to do it under my roof to rub it on my face. you have to spit poison on the wound. what are you? you weren't this cynical. you are the worst. you are the true monster of our relationship."
I went to the bathroom. I came back to my room. my wife kicked me out of my bed. I fell on the cold floor. I was feeling so much cold. then I heard a voice. I knew that someone had entered inside our home. i got under the bed quietly.
then a muscular man got inside of the room. he had a long beard and hair. I couldn't see his face on the darkness of the night. his eyes, those are the eyes of a real beast. he attacked my wife. she tried to fight back. I didn't saw it all well.
like I said before. I was under the bed. all I can remember is when she fell on the floor bleeding out. her eyes are looking directly at me. and then that man stabs her from behind multiple times.
I was on shock at first. but at that moment I started to laugh feeling peace. she was being murder in front of me. it was like if God, or the Devil had listen to my prayers. finally she was slowly and brutally leaving my life. I smile like I had never smile before.
she saw it. she saw my face as she was dying. the last thing she saw was my creepy evil smile of satisfaction. she died there. I waited for the monstrous inhuman beast to leave my room. about two hours later I finally had the strength to get out of there.
I was a fool. it is true that she was killed. but my son was also murdered that night. I called the cops. I called an ambulance as I looked at the cold body. I cried so hard holding a small arm of my boy. I scream putting his tiny hand on my face.