He
did not even bother to reply. He was sitting opposite her and
although he smiled kindly, his eyes were empty and cold. He imagined
wrapping up the girl’s body in a body bag and throwing her into the
sea. How many excitement-filled moments he could have, how wildly his
heart would beat if he could, with that large kitchen knife that
cries out for him, stab her in the chest. What’s more, perhaps he
would twist it once to hear the crunch of nerves as the sharp blade
breaks its way through. Then he would pull it out and stab again. But
not to the same place, but a little bit lower, just a few inches away
so that he could hear that perfect metal-against-flesh-and-bones
melody. He got goosebumps and something moved him inside. Such a
bizarre and pleasant feeling ran through his veins that he had not
felt in years. No, he cannot do this. He had already given it up a
long time ago, he has to control himself. He turned his eyes away,
then slowly rose from the chair and leaned against the kitchen
counter. He soothed himself and his desires. The girl was still
sitting in the armchair and her eyes were sparkling with anger. She
asked something but she did not get a response. She hopes that
everything will be the as they used to be. In the morning light
Carlos looked so perfect that Leila suddenly forgot all the annoyance
and sighed. Her desires woke up; she wanted him,wanted to feel his
manliness even if he had perhaps held another woman in his arms not
so long ago. Voices were swirling in Carlos head like an undertone
and no matter how hard he tried to calm them, they became more and
more turbid. He glanced at the girl again; now his eyes were filled
with unbridled desire that penetrated his bones. His hands trembled
as he reached for the girl. Leila stepped closer and hugged him. The
man put his strong arms around her waist, their lips met and they
instinctively pressed against each other. Carlos buried his fingers
in the girl’s long blonde hair, his hands slid along her breasts
and after a sudden movement, the window pane fell down in fragments.
Leila’s face was contorted in terror, her eyes widened and the wind
clung to her nightdress. Carlos looked down with a satisfied smile on
his face, his careworn wrinkles smoothed away, and finally murmured.
“Yes,
darling. I was with another woman.” And lit a well-deserved
cigarette.
