THE LAST TIME-conclusion

..........He groaned in pain as he clutched his thigh.
‘You crazy bitch, I’m going to kill you’
‘You really are stupid, you know.I’m the one with the gun and you’re talking about killing me’,she laughed as she walked round him. She stopped behind him and pointed the gun at the back of his head.
‘You….you’re not going to kill me….are you?. She pressed the hot muzzle of the gun to the back of his head and he cried out in pain. His cries excited her and she completed her journey round him so she was now facing him again.
‘No stupid, I’m not going to kill you. Not just yet at least’.
‘Why are you doing this,haven’t I been nice to you and your mother?’.She widened to eyes at his very stupid question.
‘Unbelievable!, so you call screwing me every night when my mom’s not at home being nice?’
‘Like you didn’t enjoy it ’.She slapped him across the face with the handle of the gun. If she had any pity what so ever for this man, it had just vanished into thin air with his last sentence.
He spat out blood and she could see she had broken his nose.
‘Not so handsome now are you?, ooh you’re still clutching you leg.I don’t want you to be able to do that’, and she shot his right shoulder.He groaned and bent over, panting in pain. She walked closer to him and he grabbed her hand,trying to yank the gun away from her. She hit him on the shoulder she had just shut and he let her go. She let out an exaggerated laughter at his attempt to disarm her.
‘I don’t want you to be able to do that either’ ,and she shot his left arm.
‘ARRGH!!,ok ok I’m sorry.I…I can make this right.I’ll turn myself to the police .I promise…I swear.’She shook her head still pointing the gun at him.
‘There’s just one more place I have shoot and then I’m done’,and she pointed the gun below his lower abdomen.
‘No….no please don’t’,and she pulled the trigger.He fell sideways on the floor and groaned in pain.
‘Ah!,there. Perfect. I’ve changed my mind, I won’t ,kill you for moral reasons .I’m just satisfied that you’ll go on living without your precious dick. Wait,did I shoot it?,I seem to have forgotten .’,and she shot the same spot again.He was now bleeding profusely all over the floor.He was in so much pain that the only sounds he made were just little whimpers.
‘Now,I’d love to stay and chit chat but I have a bus to catch’, she said as she crossed him to the other side of the room where her packed bag laid.She quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a sweat shirt and placed the gun on the bed.She put on her snickers and swung her bag over her shoulder. Crossing him again and carefully avoiding getting blood on her shoes she reached for the door knob before stopping and turning to the bleeding pervert.
‘I trust you’d tell the police why I shut you. Anyway, even if you don’t, I’ve got a letter for my mom explaining everything.Then again,the police won't get involved,they are too incompetent. God I love this country in times like this, ok so umm I gotta go.If you do end up dying,well technically I dind’t kill you.If you don’t,have a nice dickless life.’With that she walked out of the door and down the stairs.She stopped by the kitchen and reached into her bag for the letter she had written to her mom explaining in detail what the bastard had done to her and why she did what she did.She placed the letter on the kitchen counter and headed out of the house with enough money to help her start afresh. She felt a sense of relief knowing she would never have to see the bastard again but also grief that she also would never see her mother again. Well happiness comes with a price doesn’t it?