Linda ignores my pleas, just like I ignored hers, three months ago. “I reported to the HOD, to the Dean but none of them came to my rescue. You brainwashed them all.”

I remember how I had denied her accusations vehemently. “Don’t mind that girl, she’s dumb. She’s the one failing and then she comes to my office to seduce me, saying that her husband is barely around.” That was my defense and as a highly respected professor in the department, it was my word against hers.

“And then you raped me!”

“I’m sorry Linda, so sorry,” is all I can say, my body wracking up in tremors.

“And because of that, I lost my baby!”

My body goes numb at this revelation. I remember how I had told her that her pregnancy would even make the sex sweeter. I didn’t believe that she had taken in because it wasn’t showing yet. Would I have still forced myself on her if she’d been heavily pregnant? Maybe. I don’t know.

“…and so I’m going to deny your wife of a husband and children of a father,” I catch Linda saying.

My head begins to shake from side to side involuntarily. “No, no, no…”

“Rot in hell, where you belong!” Linda spits and the killer snatches the phone before I can plead some more. Linda gives him some instructions, he grunts and nods like she can see him. The phone goes back into his pocket and he cocks the gun.

Ever so slowly, his hand with the gun shifts from my face, down my chest and stomach, and rests below my waist, on my most treasured body part. So this is where it all ends. The source of my happiness is now the reason for my death. When the killer’s finger rests on the trigger, I resignedly fill my mind with the memories of all the women I have had and surrender to the sweet blissful night air.

THE END