"You know it's coming, so what's the fun in it?"

Josh kept repeating that sentence with a wide smile stretched across his face. He paced back and forth waving a pistol around, covering the entire diameter of the room over and over and over. Josh was excited. He had killed before, but always someone who didn't expect it, and always someone who thought they had a chance.

Ericka was different. She had been bound for days, left in Josh's basement. He had been sloppy when he had first tried to kill her, she had put up a fight, ripped out a chunk of his hair, scratched the shit out of his face. There was too much evidence for Josh to have killed her then and there. So he bashed her head on the street and dragged her back to his house.

"You know it's coming, so what's the fun in it?" Josh asked Ericka. It was hard to tell whether he was trying to get a response from Ericka, who was sitting motionless on the cold concrete floor, or if he was trying to psych himself up for the act.

"You know what? I'll let you go. Yeah, that's what I'll do." Josh sounded deranged. He was desperate for some kind of response, some fear from his victim. "And all you have to do is ask me for it."

"you won't do it"

"What? Yes I will!" Josh pointed his gun at Ericka's head.

Ericka rose from the ground. "No you won't you little chickenshit."

Josh followed Ericka's head with his gun "Y-yes I will! Just fucking-"

Ericka took a step closer to Josh. "Then do it you little fuck." Josh was shaking. "I bet you don't have the balls to pull that goddamn trigger." Ericka took another step.

"Stop, stop what you're doing!"

Ericka took another step towards Josh and put his gun in her mouth. She said past the metal "Then do it! You see how easy I'm making this for you! Just pull the trigger!"

"I, I, I," Josh stammered.

Ericka brought her leg back and kicked Josh in the balls. He fell over squirming, dropping his gun onto the floor. Ericka looked down at him in disgust. "If you're too much of a little bitch to do it, then I guess I'll have to." She lifted her foot up and slammed it down onto his head. A sickening crucnch resonated throughout the basement as Josh's skull buckled under Ericka's foot.

Ericka stomped Josh's head again, and it caved in, bone giving in and breaking apart from the force of Ericka's blows.

Ericka looked down at what was left of Josh's head, and spit on it out of disrespect. "Should've seen it coming." She said as she began to work away the duct tape keeping her arms stuck to her sides on a door frame.