Rita

Sitting in ice cold bathwater, freezing. She hung up her phone and just dropped it in the water.

She stood up. Goosebumps covered her beautiful body. Water drops ran down her long smooth torso and increased in speed when they reached the heavenly curves of her thick thighs. She used a large teal towel to dry herself off and then threw it in the cold water when she was finished with it.

She made herself up and stared for a minute at the beauty of youth in the foggy smudged mirror.

The cheap plug-in stereo abruptly stopped playing. It cut off the echoing chorus of a soul song she loved most on the album. She inspected the small radio/alarm/cd player by opening the tray. She tried the on/off switch a few times. Then into the tub it went. If it wasn’t broken before; it is now. She smiled at herself in the mirror. She brushed her teeth.

Down the stairs passed the kitchen and out the front door without locking it. No one broke into houses in this town. Onto her bike. Into the street. Along with the traffic.

At her job as an editor of the magazine no one bothered her. She was scathing and mean. She was unconventionally gorgeous. And depending on who you were in the office, you avoided her for either reason.

She left early without doing any real work. She picked up the salad she ordered from an Italian restaurant on the way home.

She arrived home, through the unlocked door and tossed her purse onto the couch. Straight to the refrigerator. She withdrew a bottle of her favorite hot sauce and poured some onto the salad.

She finished and ascended the stairs to her room. Upon entering her room and switching on the lights a man in dark clothing stood between the doorway and her bed. She froze without screaming. She was too shocked to move for a few seconds; just starring. She turned to run but the man grabbed her hair and forced her to the ground. He kept the handful of her hair as he dragged her to her bedroom closet and forced her in.

In that closet she screamed and begged for help. The door wouldn’t open. It was blocked with something extremely heavy. She tried and tried to open it for 3 days.

It took a week for the police to break in and find her there, after she failed to show up for work and no one knew where she was. She was bloated, ugly and dead.

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