(edited and reposted-a quickie)
He peeked around the door and watched her bend over the tub to put the stopper into the drain. The slut wasn’t even wearing any underwear! He got an unobstructed view of her bare ass as her pussy winked back at him.
He had to duck back around the door as she turned back in his direction. He heard her pull the t-shirt up over her head as she removed it and then draped it over her arm. He tensed with anticipation in case she might come out of the bathroom. But she never did.
He peeked back around the door to see her bent over the bathtub again. It was now or never! He rushed in just as she stepped into the water. She shrieked, instinctively covering herself as she demanded, “Who the hell are you??!! Get out of here!!”
“I’ll be your killer today, miss,” he told her coldly. “Do you know a Miss Jane Updike?”
“Who the hell is Jane Updike??”
I believe she is in love with your husband,” he told her, lashing out and grabbing her by the throat. She gawked in horror as she clawed at his arm, trying to break free!
“How kind of you to draw yourself a bath, miss,” he said in an ominous voice. “It’s going to make it so much easier to liquidate you… if you’ll pardon the pun.”
He chuckled as he forced her down into the water, his hand still around her throat. She gawked and gurgled as she struggled to get a decent breath. She clawed up at the handle to the faucet in a futile gesture.
“NO!” she rasped as he forced her head down. “Pease… don’t drown me… GAWK!”
“Sorry, miss,” he said regretfully. “I don’t take requests, especially when it might supersede a contract I’ve already accepted.” Then he began pushing down on her neck. She gasped and gurgled, one hand flailing helplessly as she tried in vain to pry his hands from around her throat.
“Just breathe, miss,” he told her as he pushed her head under the surface. “It’ll go much quicker that way. Don’t struggle; you’ll only hurt yourself.”
She fought him with both hands but it was no use. Her body slid around in the tub on her side. He just pushed down on her stomach and upper chest, making sure she could not get up for the breath she so desperately needed.
She slid around until she was sideways in the tub. But her face remained under the surface the whole time. She screamed in terror, her lungs an inferno. She couldn’t believe some bitch was having her killed just to get free access to her husband!! She would grant the divorce if only this bastard wouldn’t drown her!!
She couldn’t hold her breath any longer and her lungs abruptly gave out. She began coughing up bubbles as she thrashed about in agony. Then she was unable to put up a struggle any longer. Now he was able to push down on her chest with little effort, easily keeping her submerged.
He held her down for a couple more minutes but there was no further movement on her part. Then he stood up and looked down on her impassively. Her naked body floated up to the surface with her legs spread lewdly.
“I believe Jane Updike will be happy to hear of your accident in the tub, miss,” he told her sadly. “Now if you’ll excuse me I really must be going.” Then he left her floating quietly in the tub…
© 2013; 2015 (written Feb 10 ’13; ed. Nov 30 ‘15 by riwa)
(Pictures were found on the Internet [from Killville?] and are for illustration purposes only.)