It Takes One

“When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.” Maya Angelou

I felt like I had been struck by lightning the first time I saw his dark countenance across the room. Drawn by the need to watch him move like a sinuous black panther toward me, I stood frozen at first. The sultry pout of his mouth, to this day, plays over and over in my mind.

“I’m a bad boy,” he said with a sultry look on his face as he flashed his bedroom blue eyes and seductively fingered his silver belt buckle.

I swear, I thought I could see his entire life history flash before me. But little did I know what was in store for me.

“Come with me,” he murmured, “you won’t be sorry!”

I followed him like a dog in heat to his souped up jalopy and climbed in the passenger seat. Jamming his foot on the accelerator, he took off like a bat out of hell. Knowing deep down that I should not be doing this, I foolishly ignored my premonitions.

Fifteen minutes later, he stopped by the side of the road in a wooded area and motioned for me to get out. He grabbed me by the hand and led me deep into the woods. “Take your clothes off,” he ordered.

I felt my face flush and the heat begin to rise. At this point, I wanted him more than he wanted me. Throwing me down on the ground, he entered me roughly without any preliminary foreplay but I was ready for him. When it was over, we lay wet and breathless among the leaves. I felt like a cat that had just finished its cream when I looked over to the side and saw the bloody female bodies, stacked like cordwood. This did not look good for me!

Noticing that my bad boy had fallen into a light slumber, I gingerly moved his arm, trying not to disturb him. I was able to move enough to grab a large tree branch, hitting him on the head as hard as I could. Dazed, he did not move immediately so I grabbed my nail file from my purse and jammed it into his throat where I knew his carotid artery was located.

Bleeding profusely, he never moved again.

Well, what I had forgotten to mention to him was that I was a bad girl, also, and this was not my first time. I left him with the pile of female bodies and alerted the police about this mass murderer. It was self-defense, of course.

No one ever found the stack of male bodies that I had accumulated myself. It takes one to know one is what I always say!