She thinks she’s it.
Thor’s watched her strut around the island like she owns the place. When he serves her in the shop, when he stands close to her in the pub, her eyes slide off him like he doesn’t exist.
She doesn’t see him now because he doesn’t mean her to. He presses himself flat against the rocks and watches.
They all think they’re it, fucking bitches.
She’s standing looking out to sea, her hair billowing behind her, like some stupid advert for some stupid shampoo.
He pulls on the balaclava, and creeps towards her, feeling like a lion stalking its prey.
He will make her see him. He’ll show her – she’s nothing.
He doesn’t hear the first scream because the weather is too loud. He grabs her hair and jerks her head back, dragging her towards the leeward side of the cliff. Away from the worst of the wind he sneers at the usual pleas, ‘No! Stop! Please!’ They 252all say the same stuff on Pornhub. Boring.
He wrenches her hair tighter so he can twist her head round to face him, and he tells her she’s nothing. He tells her he can do whatever he wants to her. He kisses her hard, and she struggles, her hands slapping at him – pathetic – but her teeth hurt his lips, so he pulls away and punches her in the face. Her legs fold.
Then he’s standing above her and she’s on her knees hanging by the hair in his fist which is good. Her face is a mess of snot and blood and tears. But something’s wrong. It’s not how he thought it would be. He thought she’d fight back more. He wanted her to fight him. Now he’s not feeling it, no matter what he calls her – all the usual bitch-slut-cunt combos – no matter how much she cries and begs.
The rain starts thrashing down and he feels cold, so he gets on with it.
He swings her round and puts his knee on her back to force her down and tells her what he’s going to do to her and how she’s been asking for it, and he reaches across to his bag. He strokes the wooden handle on the meat cleaver.
She rolls over and puts up her arm just as he slashes at her, as if that could protect her. Stupid cunt.
He’s just beginning to feel it, but to the right, there’s a shout. Someone else is up here. Nearby.
Fuck.
He’s pretty sure no one can see them, but—
She’s not worth it. Quickly he punches her a few more times just to be done, then he grabs his sports bag and runs, leaving her curled in a ball like a stupid animal, the rain battering her body.
But as he runs, before he’s taken off the balaclava, the other one sees him …