The killer

  

The blow hit her square in the face and Melanie fell onto the freshly made bed. She wore a light blue dress and a white apron. Her shoulder-length blonde hair covered part of her face where tears were beginning to form. The pretty young woman was now lying in front of a slightly overweight man whose dark hair was slightly curled. His face reminded you more of a pig, even if Melanie hadn't thought that way before.

"Did you think you could escape me, bitch?" he snapped angrily. There was an anger boiling in his small, round eyes that had turned into sheer madness in the last few months. "You are my wife!"

"I filed for divorce," she said sheepishly. Her cheek burned like fire and she just wanted Tom to go away and leave her alone. Forever. But her husband didn't want to go. In his hands he held the divorce papers that had probably come to him in the mail this morning.

"You little cunt won't divorce me!" he hissed and threw the papers at her. "You're mine. I won't let you leave me. I'll kill you and the little one first!"

Melanie's heart stopped. She had left Tom for two months and was now living with her 4-year-old daughter Lisa in a room in the hotel where she had found work as a chambermaid. The reason for this was simple. Tom had lost his temper one too many times while drunk and had beaten her almost to the point of hospitalization in front of her daughter when she came home from work a little later. Tom has always been jealous of his beautiful wife. But would he actually dare to go that far?

Tom threw the door behind him into the digital lock of the hotel room and took the steps to the bed in which his estranged wife was just getting up again. He slowly walked towards her and undid the belt on his trousers. Melanie desperately tried to pull away. The young woman ruffled the fresh sheet that she had just pulled over the bed. It didn't matter to her because for her it was no longer about her husband harassing her at work. No, she was terrified as he snapped the leather belt through the air like a whip.

Her cleaning cart was parked outside. Everyone would know where she was. No, just someone looking for her. But who would be looking for her at this hour? It was late morning. The hotel was almost deserted. The guests had long since checked out or were out and about in the city. She was in charge of the fourth floor alone, so no one from the hotel would look out for her or miss her. Only in hours, but by then it could already be too late.

He struck. The leather strap hit her in the shoulder. A scream of pain erupted from her throat. She made a defensive movement and her husband was already above her. He pushed himself between her legs with his body so that her dress slipped over her hips. He caught hers with his hands and pushed her roughly onto the bed.

"You little whore thought you could escape me? Yes?" he hissed at her. Although Melanie wasn't really weak, she had never learned to fight back. Even as a child she was often beaten, not at school like others, no, her stepfather had taken out his frustration on her. Putting her over her knee and spanking her bare bottom whenever her mother didn't come home on time. Now it was like that again. Melanie was rigid. She couldn't believe it, couldn't defend herself.

Tom grabbed her hands and pressed them to the sheet. It was easy for him, as he weighed almost twice as much as his wife. The hatred in his eyes flared and the young woman did not dare to even call for help.

"Till death do us part! Have you forgotten the words? You swore, and only death can do us part. You are mine! Understood?"

He hit her again. The leather belt hit her in the face. “Did you understand that?” he roared again and struck again.

Melanie, whose cheek was bright red from the blow, just nodded. She didn't want to say yes, didn't want to give him the satisfaction of backing down. But she didn't want any more beatings either. So she nodded tearfully while he smiled contentedly. Within a few moments, Tom's expression changed. His pelvis was still pressed against hers and she could suddenly feel that this position was arousing him. Yes, instead of murderous desire, his eyes now shone with an uncanny lust.

She didn't move, didn't dare to withdraw from her husband, who had just so brutally subjugated her again. Inside she hated herself for not rebelling, but the fear was too great. Fear of what he might do to her. Fear of what he might do to their child, who was still in kindergarten at that moment.

He still held her with one hand, while the other dropped the belt and gently traced the welts on her face that he had hit her with it. Melanie was shaking. It was a strange, contradictory shiver that ran through her. He was no longer rude, now he was the other Tom. The man who picked her up at school when she was a girl. The man who had introduced her to physical love. He was the first man in her life. The man who got her pregnant when she was 16. And now he was the man who took her by force. The only man she had ever shared a bed with.

Melanie hadn't even noticed how Tom had freed his penis from his pants. Suddenly she felt it on her panties. He pushed himself against her, but found no entry. Only when he slowly let his hand move from her cheek lower until he reached her vulva over the edge of her pushed-up apron and pushed the material between Melanie's thighs to the side, was he able to penetrate her.

She bit her lip to suppress the pain. His flesh ached inside her. Her husband now lay on top of her and slowly began to push her body. The maid cocked her head to the side. She didn't want to look at him. No, she didn't want to see the lustful face while he satisfied his lust with her. Her thighs were wide open. She could have tried to escape him, but she didn't have the courage. It was better to lie still and take it than risk another beating or something worse.

Her body responded graciously and made her tight cave a little wet. It wasn't the excitement of a woman lounging in pleasure beneath a man. It was simply the reaction to the ever-increasing pace of penetration. Tom had let go of her hands and was holding on to his wife the way lovers do. But there was no love. He kissed her neck. Kissed her cheek. Licked the red streak that ran from her temple to her chin.

Melanie had tears in her eyes. She moaned softly because her body was betraying her. He expected the pleasure of this game and refused to listen to the reason of the young wife and mother. She now also moved her pelvis. Unconsciously, but still in such a way that Tom took it as a sign of her desire. He pushed into her faster and faster. His thrusts became increasingly wild. It had been two months since she had been beneath him. Now she was his again.

Tom panted and panted eagerly. He hugged her and pressed himself against her tender body. Beads of sweat formed on his flushed forehead. In and out, his meat plowed deep into her cave again and again. She put her arms around him. Not out of love, not out of lust, just out of habit. They were a couple for six years. They had experienced good times. The birth of her daughter was one of them. But in recent years there have been almost nothing but bad times. Tom had lost his job and since then lived only on Hartz4 and the money she was now earning here in the hotel.

She felt the powerful thrusts against her vulva becoming more and more intense. She bit her lip desperately to keep from moaning loudly. She didn't want it. She didn't want to show him this final gesture of submission. Didn't want to give him her pleasure when he was already taking everything else from her. Her eyes were still shining, but there was also desire mixed in with her tears. A desire that no longer exists. A pleasure that tormented her far more than any of his blows in recent years. He always managed to arouse her treacherous body. Even now, even here, on a hotel room bed, lying beneath him in her work clothes. She could no longer fight her own libido. His thrusts were too familiar and intimate. The bond that had been formed over five years was still close. She groaned and held on tightly to him, whom she wanted to hate so much. She pushed herself against him, pushing him even deeper inside her. She felt his hot flesh, felt it writhing against her wet cave and stretching her.

Suddenly Tom stiffened and began to pant loudly. Not yet, she thought, not yet. But then he came. The familiar twitch of his cock filled her. She felt the hot seed. She felt it deep within her and at the same moment thought that she had also been off the pill for two months. Please don't. Please God, not like that, not now. Her mind was completely agitated and she didn't even really notice how Tom pulled away from her and fastened his pants again.

"I'm going to get Lisa from kindergarten now. When you're done with work, pack your things. We'll be back home tonight," said Tom, while Melanie lay on the bed in a chaos of emotions with her thighs open. His seed slowly dripped out of her, staining the sheets. Melanie hadn't said anything the whole time. Not even now. "Do you understand me?"

She just nodded and that seemed to be enough for him. He turned away from her and opened the door. He turned to her and said: "I'll call your boss and let you know that you're not staying here anymore, like a little whore. And don't you dare dawdle. Our daughter is waiting for her mother. And “You don’t want to keep Lisa waiting?”

Melanie's eyes widened. The subliminal threat to her child did not fail to have an effect. Tom could see it clearly and smiled contentedly. He now turned away from her and closed the door behind him. Melanie covered her face with her hands and began to cry bitterly. There was nothing more she could do. He had it in his hand.

***

Satisfied, Tom strolled down the hotel hallway and turned to take the stairwell. He didn't want to take the elevator that led directly to reception. He didn't want the stupid looks from the employees there. Tom suspected that his wife might be having an affair with one of them. Those damn bastards should all burn in hell. Melanie was his wife. To even desire them was to violate the Ten Commandments.

Tom lived in bad times. A time that lacks faith and righteousness. A time when only liars and cheats found work, and he who always tried so hard, he who believed in God and the Holy Church, was cast out. Melanie's strange behavior towards him was probably related to her work. He really should call her boss to talk to him. But what if he was the one having an affair with his wife?

The man scratched his head and seemed to think. Finally, he took down the do not disturb sign from the last door in the hallway. All the important hotel service numbers were on the back of the box. As soon as he picked up Lisa from kindergarten, he would call the man. He would give him a friendly but firm warning to keep his hands off his wife in the future. Yes, he would do that.

Tom opened the door into the stairwell. The stairwell had its own exit to the hotel parking spaces. That's how he got to the hotel where he was actually banned. Normally, only guests with an activated pin code could open the door from outside. He had waited until the guests came out. Then he had sneaked in through the door to talk to his wife and try to talk some sense into her.

When he reached the bottom, he noticed a man with glasses and a black hat. He was holding a cigarette in his hand. Apparently he was one of the guests who fell victim to the new-fangled smoking ban. There were new rules and laws everywhere. Laws created by homosexual, perverted politicians. It could not go on like that. It was time for someone to stand up and give this whole Islamist, gay, multicultural pack a try. But unfortunately he lived in a world in which this damn left-wing incredulous press immediately savages every decent man who rightly fights against this corrupt system.

Tom ignored the man and continued to think. How far this world had come. Child molesters and perverts were everywhere. Nobody did anything against them. An honest man like him could only become an angry citizen. A person who had had enough of all the dirt and rubbish that was destroying the world.