Greta's journey

As soon as Adam was done all over her face, Greta rushed to the toilet in the hotel room and tried to unlock her phone with no success. Her face, makeup rolling down in tears from her eyes after Adam deepthroated her to her limit and cum splattered all over her forehead and mouth, made facial recognition fail. Her hands, moist and sticky from all the body fluids, couldn’t connect with the fingerprint. And she could not remember her pin to save her life.

She forced herself to take a long shower before trying to discover who called her in that unfortunate moment. Her mind went back to Linda’s termination: she had long, brown hair that looked impeccable at the moment she walked on stage to be beheaded. For sure she had a shower before coming out in public. A shower like the one Greta was taking right now: she imagined how it would feel to take a shower knowing it’s your last; if she was horrified by how much Adam would disfigure her body just moments after.
Terminations were a thing everyone was accustomed to, and they always felt the natural epilogue of a man-woman relationship: Greta couldn’t figure out why the beheading of Linda had such an impact on her. Why she obsessed so much on Linda’s last steps, and breaths of fresh air, and shower. All those things didn’t matter once the blade had done its job; Linda couldn’t feel anything anymore. As strong and independent she looked, she had to kneel and wait for someone to end her, and that act of submission gave her a weird feeling of panic and obsession. Greta stopped the stream of water and, with her head spinning, she closed her eyes and kneeled in the shower. She imagined a crowd of friends in front of her, watching her naked, submitted, and ready to be put down.

She pictured Adam walking towards her with a big, sharp knife. Greta reached down between her legs, caressing her clit as she felt the warm wetness of her tights. She kept picturing Adam walking around her, stopping at her back, out of sight. 

Forever out of sight for her.

With her other hand, Greta pulled up her hair, simulating what Adam would do moments before slitting her throat: she still felt down her tonsils the unmistakable taste of cum.
As the orgasm approached, Greta pictured Adam sliding his knife on her throat, left to right, and her blood spraying all over the stage as her body fell down on the ground, twitching, dying in front of a cheering audience.
She came, silently, so that Adam would not notice.
As soon as the orgasm wore down, she felt silly in the position she ended up: kneeling on the shower, cold as fuck, with her hair pulled up by her own hand. Embarrassed even if no one was there to watch, she collected herself and pulled out of the glass door of the shower, finally able to unlock her phone.

It wasn’t Mike. It was Anastasia. She had tried to call a couple of times, and then left a cryptic text: “We need to talk ASAP”.
“Sushi, usual place, 1 hour from now?” Greta replied.
“Don’t really feel like eating but I guess it’s lunch time anyway” Anastasia texted back. It looked like something was horribly wrong, and Greta looked back at the shower where moments ago pictured her own termination. Was another termination on the way? She started preparing herself to go out, as Adam started snoring in the bed, outside the door. He did not have to come back to anyone, unlike her, and he had already announced he would take full advantage of the hotel and the SPA once Greta had left.

When Greta was ready, she left the toilet to find Adam still sleeping. His beautiful body, naked, bathed in the sun, gave her a moment of pride: that amazing mad had just spent a couple of hours fucking her in all her holes. She felt empowered by being able to attract such a powerful, sexy human being. She left a note on the hotel block notes, adding her dirty underwear for Adam to enjoy for the rest of the day, and left the room quietly.

Anastasia was already seated at the table when Greta arrived noticing her friend had already downed a glass of wine by herself.

“Hi love, what’s up?” Greta said, kissing Anastasia on the cheek before seating across the table.
“How was the morning with Adam?” Anastasia replied, with a sad tone in her voice.
“It was good, as always… you know, now that he terminated his wife Linda I find him even more arousing. Have you… have you ever seen a beheading? I was never seated in the front row. The violence. The blood… the power of Adam over her. It was breathtaking…”
“Mh-mh” replied Anastasia, almost zoning out of the conversation.
Greta noticed her enthusiasm was not matched by her dear friend and felt stupid. This was clearly not a lunch between friends: something was to be discussed soon.
“Well I guess speaking of terminations, Greta, I have one thing to say…”
“NO!” Greta screamed in the restaurant. The news was obvious. Everyone looked at the table for a brief moment of silence, before returning to their meals.
“I am afraid it’s happening to me, yes. Victor has decided to divorce me.”
“But you literally just got married!”
“It was a little more than one year ago… look, I knew it was coming sooner or later. I got married really close to 30. I was prepared to be terminated then and I got a couple more years out of it… it’s ok. I’m ok with it”.
“How… when? When is it going to happen?”
“This saturday. In 4 days.”
“No, Ana. Fuck”
Greta couldn’t feel worse. In 4 days she would lose a dear friend and her cover story for when she met Adam. What excuse could she find to replace Anastasia? She felt disgusted at herself for having that thought in her mind, but she could not help herself. She had to stop fucking Adam, otherwise her fate might follow the one Anastasia was about to get.
“What method has he chosen?”
“It's hanging. We choose together. I don’t want to be mutilated or dismembered. To answer your question… I did see some beheading. I don’t like the idea of dying like that”.
“I’m so sorry Ana. I don’t know what to say”.
“There’s nothing to say. Just be there to support me. Is everything ok with Mike? Are you safe? You are going to lose your cover up story once I’m gone”
Greta felt a punch in her belly for Anastasia to voice out loud what she had been thinking. Are condemned people able to read other people’s minds? 

“I don’t care about Adam” Greta lied. “I will miss you so much, I don’t want to lose you.”
“There’s nothing we can do about it. Look, I’ve seen enough hangings to see that the pain is really short. After a few seconds you drift away, even if your body is kicking and thrashing your mind is off before you know it”.”
She will be off.

“How… what do you want me to do on that day?”

“Just came earlier and let’s spend some time together as Victor prepares”.

“Ok. Whatever you desire.”

“I would like to keep being alive, to be honest” jocked Anastasia, with half a smile on her face.

“And I would love to give you that, my love” said Greta, reaching out to hold Anastasia’s hand as both took a deep breath looking each other in the eyes.

Eyes that soon will be closed forever.
Breaths that will be cut short by the bite of a rope.
The warmth of her hand gone, her body just a pile of meat and blood, to be disposed of as we party on for Victor.