short short story (R-Rated)

In a single motion, she shattered the bottom edge of the bottle on the bar’s lip, leaving jagged fingers of glass. She drove them into his belly.

“How could you?” He asked.

“Why would you teach me how to do this-”

“…Because I love you,” he interjected.

She twisted the bottle neck and broke off the fingers of glass. He screamed.

“Don’t interrupt. Why would you teach me how to do this then rape me?”

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