After Dark💀

Sin is Sin!💀

The silk, green night dress stuck faithfully to her body, lining her curves in an alluring pattern. He could only imagine why she had picked this dress, and it was unfortunate the intended audience would not get the chance to enjoy such an immaculate view. He smiled at the thought, she noticed.

"You are not undressing me with your eyes now are you Doc?" she asked, somewhat seductively. David thought she must be very daring to come at him like that, everything considered.

"Hmm.." he grunted, walking around the kitchen counter. For some reason, it always made them happy that he would join and make himself comfortable in the kitchen, such easy creatures.

"That seems like quite the dinner you got going, expecting someone?"

"Yes, actually."

"Oh?"

She was hesitant. Perhaps she could read the disapproval on his face. What did it matter to him? She wondered, why would he be bothered by her personal life.

"You don't approve?"

"I am in no place..."

"You have that look on your face," she said, cutting him in.

"What look?"

"You have it every time we discuss my ex-husband. It's very strange."

He knew she was right since he did not approve. No one had made him judge, jury, and executioner, but he was nowhere close to pleased with her decisions and lifestyle. She had come to him for help, and he had brought the help right to her doorstep. And this conversation was starting to drag on, which was not convenient with a guest coming in at any time. The hardest part in this case was the initial pounce. She was not guarded, if anything, Dalia looked completely oblivious to his intentions.

"Did you ever love him?' he asked her, mostly because he always wondered the same about his mother. Yet, none of these women seem to ever have an answer. Perhaps it's their fault he is forced to keep looking. Dalia frowned at the questions, sort of like she was upset he was even asking. Was it because she never did? Or because she didn't want to revisit it?

"Sorry..." he apologized, without actually retracting his statement.

Dalia seemed to be pondering on something for a few seconds, and then uttered the most absurd, and yet accurate thing; "Somehow you seem more interested in my ex-husband's wellbeing than my own and I am your client." For David, perhaps this was the opening, the moment of truth.

"I just don't understand the self-righteousness."

"Excuse me?"

"Sin is sin, isn't that what they say? Yet you prosecute someone else for theirs and completely ignore your own. That hardly seems fair Dalia."

"I think you should go," she responded, wrapping her arms around herself again. Finally, she was beginning to acknowledge it; the danger lurking around her.

"Why? Because I speak the truth?"

"Because you are creeping me out. Now please leave," she begged, taking two or so steps back. In so doing, she reached the counter, and it hit her she had almost nowhere else to go. She would have to walk around David to leave the kitchen. That hardly seemed possible, as his once sparkly eyes and disarming smile looked blank. It was as if he had flicked a switch, and everything went dark. He was not moving, just staring.

From the corner of his eye, David could see the knife Dalia had been using to chop vegetables beckoning at him. While he laid out his strategy in his head, headlights filled the room with bright light for a minute before disappearing. The guest had just pulled into the driveway. Realizing he did not have time to put on his gloves, he grabbed the knife just as Dalia made a run for it. He was swifter, and using his right foot to stop hers, dropped her to the ground in one swoop. As soon as the reality hit, she started screaming, only in time for him to cover her mouth hard with an oven glove. He shoved it into her wide-open mouth so hard that she thought she felt his hand in her throat, amplifying the horror. Even before she could fully process what was happening, pain seared through different parts of her flesh repeatedly, in an uncontrolled pattern. Outside, someone was knocking at twenty to thirty-minute intervals, indicating his impatience and perhaps even worry. David was faced with one problem, there was only one entrance into this house, and therefore, only one exit, unless he was prepared to break his every bone.