Till Death Do You Part

Greg shifted in his room. White walls drifted into infinity. Endless purgatory.

“AHHHHHHHHH!” He shouted. Echoed into the white void.

He stood up, “WHY CAN’T I GO BACK!!!”

Echoed again. No response. But then a hiss emerged.

He looked at his feet and dozen red snakes slithered in from behind him. He shuddered, and watched them collect into a pile in front of him.

The red snakes climbing into a form. A figure. A smile. Finally taking the form of a woman.

“M-Mila…” Greg choked.

She smiled, “Oh my Greg… You can’t go back…”

She walked circles around him. Her elegant long legs. Closing in on her prey.

Her hand on his chest. Gripped his shirt. Then gently tracing his belly to his penis. Her hand stroked his front.

“Why go back to domestic drab… When we can become rich, powerful… and sexy…” she whispered in his ear.

That enough got him hard.

“The only way you can live again… Is to kill your slut of a wife… End her… Till death do you part…” she laughed.

Greg focused on his hands. Tight. Red. Yes, this is the only way…