There he was all tied up, unable to move. He clearly was enjoying himself. Well that would 
change very soon. I looked down at him and smiled. I found him in a low class bar where perverts 
like him usually like to hang out. It was a shady place and it reeked of old beer and stale 
cigarettes. I was minding my own business, drinking my beer and starring into the old TV, that 
was showing some stupid wrestling match. I shook my head. Men- how dumb can they get, rolling 
around beating each other, behaving like wild savages- The audience roared when the big sweaty 
pig in the yellow and green suit threw himself on the other drooling boar which wasn't quite as 
big. He moaned, and tried to push the guy in yellow- green off…
        " Hello there, can I buy you a beer?" I looked up, putting on a grin.
       "Hi, and yes, that would be nice." My smile got bigger as he sat down next to me. I     
watched him  as he waved the short skanky waitress, a very sorry excuse for a women, to go and 
bring him two more beers. He was tall and decent looking, at least from what I could make out in 
the dim light. He was wearing  jeans and a white dress shirt, pretty clean kept for a man, 
hanging out in this kinda bar.
      " So what brings you here to this place?"
      "It was the first bar I found, and I wanted a beer. By the way, my name is Frank, nice to 
meet you "
      " Same here, my name is Nicole", I lied and I thought I should have won an award for my 
performance. " You are not from around here are you?"
     "No", he looked surprised " how did you guess?" 
       "I just know things like that! Are you on business or pleasure", I put the emphasis on 
pleasure, looked up from under my lashes, blinked twice, and looked sexy. Man did I have that 
act down! He looked at me approvingly, and I knew right then that I almost had him.
     " Both, my dear." He winked and I winked back.
     "Tell me about yourself, I would like to know." The waitress brought the new beers and took 
the empty bottles away. He started to talk and I nodded at the right spots . Not that I really 
gave a shit and as the night went on I started to hate this guy. He more and more reminded me of 
my uncle. That worthless piece of shit. Well he got what he deserved. Somehow so he seemed to 
live on. He followed me. Haunted me. Every time I talked to a man, he made his way back, and 
with him the memories.

My uncle came to live with us when I was 5. He was a nice man, clean cut and successful. At 
least he gave other people that impression. His wife divorced and kicked him out of the house. 
Since we lived close by my dad offered him to stay until he got back on his feet. It was fun at 
first because, when dad was at work, Teddy, that was my uncles name, stayed home with me. My mom 
died when I was born and since Teddy lived with us, dad didn't have to bother with the 
babysitter anymore. I thought my Uncle was more fun anyway he always read to me and even built 
me a swing set in the back yard. 
Two years later my dad died. He got caught in a machine at work, it literally ripped him in 
half. After that Teddy started to drink and eventually lost his job, we then where living of 
daddy's life insurance and all went down hill. 
Teddy started to molest me, at first I didn't understand what was happening. Is was a slow 
process, he just slipped a hand under my skirt or blouse, nothing to obvious,  but then when I 
turned 12, it got worse, a lot worse. He raped my violently at least four times a week. When I 
tried to fight him of he beat me, I missed a lot of school and finally dropped out when I was 
16. I ran away to New York and started stripping there. It was decent money so I could afford my 
own place. And then the unthinkable happened. 
I was on stage dancing when I spotted him in the crowd. I had no clue on how Teddy found me but 
he did and it was bad news. I barely made it through my songs, I was shaking so bad.
I picked up my stuff,  ran backstage and hurried to put all my costumes in a bag, I was going 
the get the hell out of there. I left through the back door and ran towards the main street to 
wave down a cab. No such luck. Teddy must have hidden behind the big trash bin and grabbed me by 
the neck and swung me around. I lost my balance but he caught me by the back of my jacked. 
" What do you want, leave me alone!" I hissed at him. "How the fuck did you find me anyway?"
"Shut up you little whore, you bitch, you don't just run away from me."
I tried to pull myself  free but stopped in mid move, a sharp pain shot trough my side and I 
felt a warm trickle of blood run down my skin.
"You better do what I say now, slut or you going to pay dearly!" He now had me in a choke hold 
and I could smell his rotten breath. It made the hair on my back stand up straight, and I was on 
the verge of gagging . He whispered in my ear " We are going to my place know where I take back 
what's mine, and you get what you deserve! One more thing whore, one false move and you get it." 
He poked the knife in my side and I moaned with pain.
Teddy dragged me to the main street and waved down a cab. It took us to a shabby motel on the 
far east side of town. He paid the cabby and pushed me towards the motel door. There he fumbled 
with the keys and cursed under his breath until he unlocked it. I  stumbled after being pushed 
into the dark room. It had a moldy old smell to it, and when Teddy locked the door and turned on 
the light I could see why. There was water damage on every wall and the furniture, there was 
only one single size bed and a night stand, both in very bad shape and they were warped as well. 
The bed looked like a roach trap and the sheets where full of stains and cigarette holes. 
"Strip, and better make it good, whore", he waved the knife at me.
While I slowly began to take of my clothes, Teddy sat on the bed and produced a cheap bottle of 
bourbon from underneath the mattress. He drank greedily, and by the time I was naked he had 
finished it. He threw it at me, but missed, he was loaded now. He motioned me to get on the bed, 
which I did then he took of his dirty pants and shoes and  climbed on top of me. He held the 
knife on my throat and pushed it down it cut off my breath somewhat but didn't draw blood.
"Spread them ,slut let your uncle Teddy do his thing", he giggled . I knew then he'd gone mad. I 
did as he told and I grew stiff as I felt him entering me. He began to move in and out , his 
eyes closed now a satisfied look on his face. It was horrible. The moment branded it self in my 
memory, he moved faster and  sweat began to form on his face and neck it formed little droplets 
that fell on me. I could see every beard stopple, every wrinkle, every broken vessel on his 
nose, in the dim cheap light. I never forgot that. Oh how I hated this man, I couldn't even find 
a word to describe the frustration I felt, because there was nothing I could do to stop him. 
Finally after what seemed an eternity he got off he rolled over with a moan and laid on his 
back, wiping the sweat out of his face.
"You where better then I remembered baby", he giggled "You  go now, I need some sleep ,slut. 
Hehehehe. You wore me out!" I barely heard his last words then he passed out!
I couldn't believe it. He just rolled over and past out. What was he thinking? I was going to 
come back, next time he showed up at work? I tied to control my anger while picking up my 
clothes. I got dressed, when I heard a 'thump'. I looked over to the useless piece of shit.
The knife! He dropped it. I quietly walked over to him, he was gone, a fricking 
herd of elephants wouldn't  been able to wake him up. I picked up the knife. It was my dads. 
That asshole! A huge wave of suppressed anger came over me, bringing back old memories when 
Teddy used and abused me.Holding the knife about ten inches over his throat.
I ran it through. He woke up and held his neck, he tried to scream but only gargling noises came 
out. There was massive amounts of blood running from his neck over his fingers onto his shirt. 
He was thrashing around starring blindly at me. I stabbed him in the eye. More gurgling and 
thrashing and one hand let go of the neck and covered the black hole. I stabbed him again in the 
other eye, my heart was pounding , my adrenaline was at an ultimate high. I started to enjoy 
myself.  Plunging the knife in him again and again, in the balls ,his stomach, his face. He 
stopped moving long before I was done with him. I was covered in blood. 
"Now, you got what you deserved!" Laughing I looked at the thing that used to be Teddy, then I 
wiped the knife off on the sheets and walked out without turning back. Nobody would miss trash 
like him.

I was still smiling when I took the blade that killed Teddy, and maybe some other sleaze here 
and there, and ran it across my new friends face. The skin broke and a slight trickle of blood 
ran down his chin. I got of and looked at him- he was truly a mess. He didn't look like he was 
enjoying himself anymore and a frightful look was on his face.
"Didn't your mom tell you", I poked him a little in the ribs, his muffled screams filled the 
cheap motel room. "Not to go home with strangers? What the hell where you thinking? You buy me a 
couple of beers, take me to your roach infested dirty, slimy room, and I would fuck you in 
return?" I was laughing really hard now. " you probably thought I would feel right at home?" I 
stepped back and kicked him so hard in the side that I heard his ribs brake. He was screaming so 
loud now that his face turned red and his eyes started to bulge out. Thank god I put a gag in 
his filthy mouth. Looking at my watch I noticed it was still early. I sat back on top of him and 
looked him in the eyes where I could see terror and  hate he over sudden seemed to have 
developed.
" Don't worry sweetheart,  I promise you that you will not die very fast."
I took the blade and ever so slowly cut out his eye. I had a lot of time left before dawn.
I smiled.