Another Bathroom

You step from the shadows behind a shower curtain and into a tub. The bathroom is bright, neutral colored and spacious. It’s most salient feature, however, is the woman sitting on the floor silently crying.

You examine her. She is petite, maybe only five foot two. Her breasts are little more than sunny side up eggs. Her face is angelic, with lustrous blond hair and pretty blue eyes. Her black mascara is running down her face.

“What’s the matter, sweet?”

She flips up a shaking finger and points at a cracked door. You peek into the bedroom.

On the bed is a reasonably attractive dark haired man, fucking a big titted blonde doggie style. Her breasts bob with slap of his body against her well rounded ass.

You look back at your summoner and caress her cheek. She is a delicious smorgasbord of sadness, anger, and wrath.

“You said you wanted ****?”

She scowls. “He’s fucking her on the bed I picked out for us!”

“Will you give up your soul for ****?”

“Yes! How will you kill him?”

“That wouldn’t be real ****. I will give you all the tools you need and the vengeance will be yours.”

“Do it and my soul is yours.”

You grin and take her hand. A gun and a flask appear in front of you. You pick up the flask.

“For you.”

She drinks the whole flask like a pro. Her breath smells like ****. You hand her the gun. She caresses it.

“That bastard is mine.”

The stands up and bursts through the door. She doesn’t even give him a chance to speak. She unloads six shots into the couple.

The scene is a beautiful work of art. There is blood spattered everywhere. The petite woman is on her knees.

You step out and walk to her.

She is muttering. “He’s dead. He’s really dead.” Over an over.

You touch her forehead and drink in her soul.

“Now, sweet, when the police come tell them you discovered him cheating weeks ago and planned this. Make no mention of me.”

She nods robotically.

You turn and walk to the shadowy corner of the room and disappear.