Home From Work
After he arrived home from his job a few minutes before his wife, Brian entered the kitchen and saw a whole bunch of dirty dishes in the sink, causing him to remark to his own ears, “ What the hell is this...that damn bitch doesn’t do anything around here anymore.”
It didn’t take much longer and the guy heard a car pull into the drive, followed by footsteps until eventually the front door opened and in stepped this beautiful woman in her late twenties dressed in a black business slim skirt, a white blouse, black high heeled shoes, and her dark mane was raised up high. After she tossed her briefcase to the livingroom’s sofa, the lady entered the kitchen and suddenly yelled, “ How come you didn’t make some coffee yet...you came home first, you should’ve made some coffee!”
Pissed off by her outburst, Brian yelled back, “ What are you yelling at me for, you bitch...look at those dishes...why didn’t you wash ‘em before you left this morning?”
“ Why don’t you wash ‘em?”
“ Because..., you’re the woman...that’s why!”
“ Ha...I make twice as much as you do now..., you wash the dishes...you make the coffee...it’s your turn to be the slave.”
“ Fuck you..., bitch!”
“ Kiss my ass..., jerk!”
“ Go to hell!”
“ Being married to you is hell...you loser.”
Her remark really hurt the guy, causing the man to strike the lady across her face, the woman falling back a little, slamming herself against the kitchen wall. As she held the side of her face, she gave him a very dirty look and then finally said, “ OK...you piece of dirt...you asked for it...this is it.”
“ What...what are you gonna do, Helen..., I’ll beat you up..., you cunt!”
Suddenly, the brunette reached toward her right ear and then simply rubbed it a few times, causing her husband to say, “ I don’t get it...what are you doing?”
“ Oh...you’re gonna get it all right...a few moments...and you’re gonna get it.”
Ten seconds went by when he finally said, “ Hey...what’s going on...I don’t understand..., I’m all confused...why does everything seem like it’s changing...I also feel funny.”
“ Nothing is changing except you...you’re changing...can’t you tell by now what’s happening to you?”
“ Um...ah..., but..., how can that be?”
“ I’m a witch...I just never told you about it...there’s really such a thing..., and now you’re gonna pay.”
“ No please, Helen...please!”
Fuck you...you’re finished...you’re getting smaller and smaller..., ha, ha!”
“ No...please!”
“ Fuck you!”
As the man continued to shrink, his head went further and further back as he progressively looked up at her frame, the man shrinking and shrinking until finally he was down to only a half inch tall, so tiny that he felt like a speck of dirt before her feet!
When he stopped shrinking, Helen slowly squatted before him, after which she said, “ Now you’re nothing...I can do with you whatever I want.”
“ Please Helen..., please...make me normal again...please!”
“ No way...you’re gonna die...I’m gonna kill you.”
Like it was nothing, Helen took up the tiny speck of a man between her fingertips and stood up straight again, walking over to the coffee brewer, where she took up the decanter and placed her husband inside it. Afterward, the vengeful wife placed the glass “prison” back into the machine and then went over to the sink. She removed a tall drinking glass from the cupboard and filled it with water, returning to the coffee brewer afterward, finally pouring the water into the upper plastic part.
“ No..., Helen, please...don’t do this...please!”
“ Like I said before...you should’ve made the coffee when you came home...ha, ha!”
With no feeling whatsoever, the woman flicked the switch and simply stood there, staring at her husband through the glass. Finally, a few drops of the hot black brew started to drip forth, striking the center of the glass bottom, causing Brian to run off to the side, fear in his eyes.
“ Please...Helen...get me out...please!”
“ Fuck you...you’re gonna be part of my second cup of the day...my afternoon cup..., ha, ha!”
“ Helen...no...please get me out!”
“ Fuck you..., you jerk.”
The liquid eventually touched his feet as the level got high and higher.
Screaming away now, the little guy yelled, “ AHHHH....AHHHHHH...IT HURTS...PLEASE...NO...HELP!”
“ I hate you!”
“ NO...PLEASE...NO!”
Eventually, the little man was “boiled” alive until the hot liquid killed him, his tiny lifeless body now floating around in the black coffee.
A few minutes later, the coffee was ready, after which she poured the contents into a cup, the little dead guy going with it. When she had the cup full, the lady put in a little milk to cool it down and then placed the cup to her lips, drinking away at the stuff until she finally swallowed her dead husband, his body going down her throat, never to be found again.
The End