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Why Did You Have To Go and Do That?

The sun was like a hot iron pressed against his skin as he felt every
ray slowly burn each pore from its place and leaving him exposed to the
creatures crawling around on the ground feeding on his draining life.
Marc was a good-looking guy with long dark hair and beautiful deep blue
eyes. He flashed beautiful teeth with each gorgeous smile and could
stop a heart if he looked you in the eye while he did it. He had a deep
gravely voice yet was soft spoken. He reminded me a lot of a guy off
the cover of one of those cheap cheesy romance novels you can buy for a
buck. I never went after men like that because I always felt they were
way out of my league and never even considered seriously pursuing one
of them. Then there was Marc. The first time he smiled at me I about
melted. He left me breathless. Of course I thought he was toying with
me, playing some sort of game because why would he even notice me at
all? I sensed an ornery streak in him but really thought him to be
harmless. We saw one another in passing once in a while over the next
few weeks I guessed he must live in the area. We never spoke but he
always waved and gave me that big beautiful smile. One day after about
three weeks he stopped me on the street, introducing himself telling me
his name was Marc. "Kari" I said, "my name is Kari". We talked a while
and when we parted he had my phone number and I felt like I was walking
on clouds still in disbelief he would even notice me in the first
place.

I did not really believe he would call but on the third day he did and
asked me to a movie to which I agreed trying not to sound to overly
excited, being a 30 plus year old woman I did not want to come across
like a giddy teen. Turned out Marc was 24 years old divorced and single
now for about 2 years and not dating seriously. We became great friends
and could talk for hours on end about anything. He never even tried to
do more than kiss me on the cheek when he would drop me off at home. I
still was trying to figure out what he was doing hanging around someone
like me. Marc would call on the phone and we would talk at length like
we had been guy pals for years. I would imagine his lips kissing me
once in a while but dared not imagine much more than that. I fell in
love with Marc, and I fell hard. I would have done anything for him. It
was one afternoon after a long hike and motorcycle ride that he finally
kissed me. I mean a real kiss. It felt good having his arms around me
and his hands touching me and his lips gently kissing mine.

I should not have but I almost begged him to make love to me I don't
believe it took much persuasion but I still felt as if it did. We were
quite a ways down the hiking trail and we had not seen anyone for a
long time it seemed as if there was no one around at all. Marc stood
and watched as I took my clothes off and stood before him naked and so
hungry for him. Marc undid his button and lowered his zipper taking out
his half erect cock and walked toward me. I waited for him to take his
pants off or something he was already shirtless but he didn't take them
off. His voice seemed cold as he TOLD me to lay down pointing to the
dirt I hesitated a couple of seconds but I wanted him so bad I just did
as he said.

Marc lowered himself to his knees parting my legs abruptly and
positioned himself between them. I could feel his zipper pulling at my
pubic hair he did not seem to notice my protests. I wanted this to be
special but I could see it was going down hill very quickly. He pushed
his cock inside of me and violently pumped away I told him he was
hurting me but he did not respond at all. "You wanted fucked baby now
you are going to get fucked." I asked him to please stop and he laughed
at me telling me he knew I wasn't serious. I lay still as he did what
he was going to do it was fast and heartless and with each stroke I got
more angry Marc finished what he was doing getting up immediately after
and then smiled down at me. I wasn't sure how I was feeling just then
other than a little numb and suddenly very cold.

It must have been the words "You wanted fucked baby" I had head them
before and rage always emerged after hearing them. I sat up watched
Marc zip his pants and begin making excused for his lack of interest
because I had after all made him do something he did not want to do. "I
thought we were friends Marc how could you make me feel like this?" It
was his reply that signed and sealed his fate. "Could not leave it
alone you bitch, being seen in public with you was one thing, I never
had a desire to fuck you what did you expect all warm and tingly and
shit." I heard my father, my uncle, a couple of boys from high school
echoing in my head then the laughing and chiding, that is when the sky
began spinning and I felt sick.

I got to my feet and Marc turned his back and began to walk away from
me, I could not handle anyone else walking away and laughing at me like
that. I picked up the biggest rock within my reach and firmly slammed
it down on the back of Marc's head and watched him fall to the ground.
I used his bootlaces to tie his hands and then unfastened his pants and
struggled to get them down to his hips where I could get them the rest
of the way off. I tossed his boots off to the side and used the other
lace to secure his ankles tightly together. I just sat and watched his
head ooze blood and waited for him to wake up, if he ever did.

Marc began moaning and moving around a little bit, the sun had set and
the chill of the night air in the desert was setting in for the night.
He made the comment that he was cold a couple of times. He even tried
being nice for a while but those voices were still haunting my thoughts
and my ears and I could not take anymore. When I got so sleepy I would
doze off I would hear Marc laughing and all the voices telling me they
were going to fuck me I did not want to go to sleep. A couple of small
rocks that were sharp on the ends caught my eye and picking them up
felt like the answer.

I began dragging the rocks across Marcs belly and his chest leaving
some abrasions and little droplets of blood on his skin hearing him cry
out into the dark was very exciting for me. Did not take long and his
belly and chest were covered in blood, it felt warm as I pulled my
fingers through it making circles. He was begging me to stop now and I
wondered if he had heard me when I begged him to stop? Turning Marc
into a bloody pulp entertained me until the sun rose. His back and
shoulders were cut and scratched as well from rolling around on the
desert floor trying to avoid his torture. His lips were swollen and
cracked his tongue was thick and white. I sat there on the bike for a
while just wondering what I was going to do with Marc. That is when I
looked down and noticed the anthills I was kicking around and the whole
colony was headed straight for Marc it must have been the scent of
blood. The red fire ants soon covered most of his body and his screams
filled the early morning skies.
His eyes were growing more listless and he was barely moving I wanted
him to suffer.

I watched Marc's skin throughout the day burn and turn a cherry red and
counted the different species of insects that came to investigate his
body it was as if he were hollowed out before my eyes and his shape and
color changed. I knew that afternoon late he was dead. He won't fuck
with me again. No one will.

The End

By, body ParTS