PART 1
HER: I was told where she spent a lot of her time. It was often in a pool in the backyard of a home she was having remodeled. My client said she’d become a problem, one he wanted fixed.
I drove over and checked the place out. I had her picture in a manila envelope he’d mailed to me. I had to make sure I wasn’t eliminating the wrong “problem”, so to speak.
I got out of my car and carefully made my way into the back yard. That’s when I spotted activity in the water. We were getting sprinkles from a cloudy sky, but I didn’t let it stop me.
I saw her swimming around at the bottom of her pool. She certainly looked like my target. But I had to wait until I got a good look at her face to make sure.
She came up from the deep end near a set of metal rails. The glimpse I got was enough to confirm she was the one I had to eliminate. I had the right place and the right woman.
I crept closer to have a better look and to analyze the situation. I had a set of chains in my hand which I’d brought along. I figured they might come in handy.
I had to duck out of sight when she came up and floated on her back at the surface for a few moments. At least that gave me a good look at her face. It was my target all right.
The bitch was wearing a blue top and blue boy shorts that went partway down her upper legs. It certainly wasn’t a swimming suit I would have chosen. Of course I hadn’t worn anything special to do the job. In fact I was actually in my street clothes. But that couldn’t be helped.
Apparently she really liked swimming around at the bottom of her pool. That’s when an idea began to take shape in my mind. If I could find something to use to chain her to the bottom I could drown her in her very own pool.
I had to duck out of sight again when she surfaced. I hid behind the edge to the frame of her home, hoping she hadn’t seen me. She was clearly having some work done at her house, based on some of the stuff I saw lying around. But her pool seemed functional and she sure looked as though she enjoyed being in it. At least she was making it easy for me.
I had a couple false starts, heading out and then coming back. She was at the bottom in the deep end, sometimes popping up unexpectedly. At least she hadn’t seen me yet.
I couldn’t believe my good fortune when I found part of a heavy cinder block lying nearby. That would work perfectly. I could use the chain to tie her to the block.
I carried it to the edge of the pool and timed my moment. When she headed for the shallow end I dropped the block into the water. Then I dropped the chain as well before jumping into her pool to go fetch her.
I had to move fast before she saw me and reacted. But I didn’t want her to see me swimming up at the surface. So I approached from underwater, kicking with my feet to get to her as fast as possible.
I got to her the moment she turned and saw me. She was so shocked she didn’t have time to react. That’s when I grabbed onto her waist.
She lost a burst of air as I wrestled with her. For a moment I thought I was going to have an easy time of it. But these assignments are seldom easy.
Within moments the fight was on. She cried out a froth of bubbles as I forced her to the bottom of the pool. But she proved stronger and more slippery than I had anticipated.
She got away from me and burst up to the surface. She got a good breath before I wrapped her up in my arms and pulled her back down. Now I had a wildcat on my hands.
I figured I had one good shot at this. But it meant I would have to exhaust her first if I was to have any chance. The question was: who would tire sooner – her or me?
I tried something different, feeling I had to change my tactics. As she struggled in my grasp I pulled on her top. I got it up over her head, causing her to struggle to keep it on until it was too late. At least she wasn’t fighting me as much, and it gave me the upper hand.
My plan worked better than I thought it would. I was running out of energy, but she’d also expended most of hers as well. It gave me the opportunity I needed to pull her over to the block.
I worked fast securing the chain to her wrists. She let out a cry of horror when she saw what I was doing. I think it finally set in I’d been sent here to drown her sorry ass.
I watched as she struggled with the chains. That told me it was possible she was too tired and panicked to think clearly. When she pulled on them to no avail I breathed a sigh of relief.
I headed for the shallow end and climbed out. The bitch had truly exhausted me. I decided I might have to contact my client and tell him he would have to pay extra because of the effort involved.
When I looked back down into the water I saw she was really struggling. She fought and squirmed, using up her energy and burning up the breath in her lungs. At the rate she was going it wasn’t going to take long.
I saw her try to lift the block up. But she must have been too tired because she lost her grip and it fell back to the pool floor. I sure as hell didn’t want to go back in after her to finish the job if I didn’t have to.
She must have found a reserve of adrenaline because I saw her start to put up quite a struggle. She pulled on the chain, twisting around and bubbling like crazy. For a moment I felt a surge of panic she was actually going to get free.
That’s when I saw the bubbles start to come up. It was about fucking time. I don’t know how that bitch managed to hold her breath for so long. Surely she was becoming tired and running out of air by now.
Once more I saw her give it the ol’ college try. It looked like desperation was setting in. She pulled on the chain, but she couldn’t drag the cinder block along the bottom of the pool.
All of the sudden there was a flurry of movement and a lot of bubbles. Surely she was close to drowning by now. At some point she was not going to be able to hold her breath any longer.
I saw fewer bubbles coming up to the surface. Was she about done? It couldn’t have been much more than 30 or 40 seconds since I’d left her. Desperation must have caused her to push her breath-holding abilities beyond her normal limits considering how tired she must have been.
She appeared to settle down until I thought for sure she had drowned. There weren’t many bubbles coming up and she wasn’t moving much. Had the bitch finally given in to the inevitable?
I was surprised when I saw a huge eruption of bubbles. So she still had some air left in her lungs, eh? I figured that had to be the last of it.
She appeared to go into spasms, hitching and jerking painfully. I saw fewer bubbles come out of her mouth. That’s when I knew she’d finally reached the end.
After another half minute she seemed to settle down. I saw bubbles coming out of her mouth, but she wasn’t moving or struggling. I suspected her lungs were filling with water. The bitch had finally drowned for me.
I stood there watching for another good minute or so. There was no movement in the water. It had taken some effort, but at least I’d managed to fix that client’s problem. So I took a picture for him on my cell phone.
The door to her home was unlocked, so I went inside. I found a towel she had lying nearby, no doubt to dry herself off. It was thoughtful of her to leave it for me. Then I headed back to my car, determined to call my client and tell him I needed a little bit more money due to the effort I’d been forced to put into this one.
PART 2
HIM: When I got the picture of Lilli lying chained to a block at the bottom of her pool I felt so much better. The bitch had threatened me if I didn’t divorce my wife and marry her. Who the hell did she think she was anyway? After all, it was just an affair, nothing more.
What didn’t set well with me was when the mechanic I’d hired called to tell me I hadn’t paid her enough for the job. She said Lilli had proved to be more than a handful. She wanted to meet up with me and discuss getting a little bit more for fixing my little problem with my mistress.
I had to think fast. This woman was going to become a liability if I didn’t do something about it. So I gave her the address to one of my home construction projects on the outskirts of town, telling her I would meet her there later that afternoon.
There was only one way to successfully deal with her. I figured I was going to have to out-mechanic the mechanic. I didn’t know what I was in for, so I made some plans and got ready for her arrival.
She showed up at four o’clock, right on schedule. She knocked on the door, but I remained hidden inside. She tried the knob, discovered it was unlocked, and then stepped inside.
I could tell right away she was being careful. I just waited behind a door. She hesitantly called out, “I’m here! Anybody home?”
I called out, “I’m here in the other room working on a window.”
“Oh there you are. I was worried I’d come too early.” Then I heard her walking toward the door to the room I was in.
She was partway through the doorway before she saw I was waiting for her. She let out a cry before I got the cloth over her mouth and nose. One whiff weakened her and one more put her lights out, causing her to slump in my grasp.
I dragged her body upstairs to the master bathroom where I tied her ankles together. Then I secured her wrists above her head. The last thing I did was to turn on the faucet to the bathtub I’d already put in. I figured she’d drowned Lilli so the least she could do was experience it for herself.
I checked to see if she was still breathing. Consciousness hadn’t returned yet. I decided it was time to drown the bitch before she regained full use of her senses.
I got her up onto the shelf next to the filling bathtub. She was still out. The tub was almost full, full enough for me to get rid of my second problem now that the first one had been resolved to my satisfaction.
I lifted her up and slowly worked her into the tub. She went in and floated face up. That left her feet sticking up out of the water. It was time to submerge her and get her out of my hair.
I rolled her over onto her side. It submerged her face. For a moment she didn’t even react, making me believe this was going to be far easier than I’d anticipated.
Yeah, that didn’t work out so well. Being submerged must have brought her around sooner than I’d anticipated. She came up gasping and sputtering, indicating I need to be a little more “hands on” in my approach.
I figured the easiest way to deal with her was to drown her face down. So I rolled her over and pushed on her back. That’s when she began to put up a struggle. Either the chloroform had worn off or the water had brought her around quicker.
I watched as the bubbles started coming up. She tried to rise up, but it wasn’t happening. She couldn’t push up with her secured wrists, and I wasn’t about to give her a chance to turn the tables on me.
She kept trying to rise up on me. But I shoved her to the bottom of the tub so she couldn’t get any leverage. Her arms were useless all stretched out above her head with her wrists tied together.
More bubbles came up as the water sloshed in the tub while I kept the pressure up on her shoulders. I’d been wanting to check it to make sure it didn’t have any leaks. This was actually killing two birds with one stone.
Her feet went up and down as I kept her submerged. Her strength might have been returning, but it was much too late. I had her in a position where she wasn’t going to survive.
More bubbles came up as I kept her head down. I felt a sense of anger and indignation I even had to bother with this in the first place. What the hell was wrong with her?? Did she think she could blackmail me for more money?
In anger I pulled her head up. She managed to get one quick gasp for breath. Then I angrily forced her head back down below the surface as I growled, “What the hell did you think you were doing, asking for more money like that?”
More bubbles came up as I kept her head submerged. Maybe she was trying to answer me. But I wasn’t about to listen to her excuses and explanations. I wasn’t about to take a chance she might blackmail me or report me to the cops.
“Did you watch Lilli drown, bitch? Did you watch her suffer until her lungs gave out? Did it feel anything like this?”
Her legs moved around in the back of the tub as she struggled to get her head back up. But I had a good grasp on her shoulders. There was no way in hell she was coming up unless I allowed it.
“What’s the matter, bitch? Can’t breathe? Now you know how Lilli felt when she drowned. Now you’ll get to experience it for yourself firsthand.”
The anger I felt was enough to make me lift her head up again. She loudly gasped one more time. That’s when I told her, “Last breath, bitch!”
I pushed her back down and put my hands on her shoulders. Then I forced her to eat the bottom of the tub. She struggled a little more, indicating the chloroform had mostly worn off by now. But it wasn’t going to do her any good.
More bubbles came up through her swirling hair. “Suck it in, bitch! Suck it in just like Lilli did!” I had no pity for her, especially since I was beginning to feel angry over what she’d done to my mistress even though I’d paid her to do it.
She kept trying to rise up on me. So I put a hand in her lower back while keeping one on her shoulders. At this rate she wasn’t going to last much longer.
At that moment there was a huge eruption of bubbles followed by another burst. The bitch began hitching and spasming, coughing up bubbles through her swirling hair. She’d finally decided to drown for me after all.
For a moment her feet really started to kick. There were burst of bubbles as she kept swallowing water. The surface of the tub sloshed around as she went into her drowning throes.
She gulped huge lungfuls of water as I kept her face down. It must have been incredibly painful for her. At least now she knew what Lilli had gone through.
There was what appeared to be one last painful spasm. Then she began to settle down. The water became less tempestuous now that her motions had ceased.
I kept pushing down on her, but there was no further movement. I let her go and watched as she slowly rotated onto her side. The water in the tub became still as she lay there unmoving.
There were hardly any bubbles coming up now… only the occasional one blipping up through her hair. She still hadn’t moved. But I was pretty damned certain the bitch couldn’t hold her breath that long.
She drifted there with her face below the water, the occasional bubble escaping her flooded lungs. Now I didn’t have to worry about her wanting more money or changing her mind and reporting me to the cops. I’d taken care of my loose end by drowning my mechanic in a home I was constructing. Now all I had to do was get rid of the body. And that wasn’t going to be a problem since the river was only a couple miles away.
2018 (written Sep 23 ’18 by riwa)
(Vidcaps taken from MIP1 “The Mechanic” and MIP2.)