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Prose Challenge of the Week #44: You’ve been baited by the person you’ve been stalking. Held at gunpoint, you can’t leave, ever. Write about it. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge

Awaken The Beast

Staring down the steel barrel,

You are still my fixation.

Baited and trapped,

You are still my infatuation.

Even as you spit venom,

Hostility in a steady stream from your mouth,

I'm focused on your lips,

As you rave,

A perfect portrayal of madness,

Your eyes glossed and crazed,

Gun brandished in my face,

You are such a beautiful sight.

You rave of ruin and wreckage.

Your life has been shattered,

Those tattered and frayed seams ripped out.

And I am the agent of devastation,

The source of demolition.

"Why did you do this to me?!?"

You spit the words savagely.

Can you not see that, now, you are almost perfect?

Almost.

"You destroyed everything!"you scream, as you continue on your tirade.

"I have no friends! No wife! No job! All because of you! Why?!"

The silence is nearly deafening,

Your eyes glistening in shallow pools of instability,

As you await my explanation.

"When I first set eyes on you, months ago, you were a timid, pathetic excuse for a man. Head always down, you lacked spirit and backbone. And, yet, you were so beautiful, exotically beautiful. You were a tamed tiger, declawed and caged. Your wife was cheating on you with your best friend. And you knew! And, yet, you did nothing! You would go day to miserable day to your miserable job, despondent and discouraged. But, darling, I set you free. No more cheating wife. No more backstabbing friends. No more dismal job. No more cages. I leveled your life to give back your claws."

Your cerulean eyes seem to be swimming now,

A psychosis setting in.

"You are a fucking crazy bitch," you say,

Eyes locked with mine.

We are nearly there.

"You are never leaving this place."

Your words whispered with such conviction.

"This construction site will be your burial ground. They are coming to pour the concrete tomorrow. You will never fuck with my life again."

As you step back and level the gun,

I smile,

Gazing at my feral creation,

Deranged and freed,

There is no going back now.

Go ahead and pull the trigger darling.

You are finally perfect.

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