The Time of Your Life

I gathered her hair in my fingers, pulling her head back. She laughed. A deep, sexy laugh. She’d always liked it rough.

As she said something, egging me on, trying to get me to be rougher, I reached for the knife I’d left in the top drawer of the nightstand.

I yanked her head back farther. She moaned, and I dragged the knife across her throat, slitting it from ear to ear.

She fell forward, clutching her throat in her hands, trying desperately to stop the bleeding. I waited and watched the pool of red grow. When she finally stopped twitching, I stood.

“Good riddance.”