Eggnog

The office's Christmas party always had two things: good food and better alcohol. Patrick always said that his employees deserved the best, but the truth was the he wanted everyone to know how wealthy he was. Young, tall, and handsome, he was a ferocious CEO who had won his first million when he was barely twenty-two almost eight years ago. He was on a corner overlooking the whole party while he pretended to listen to Janet, his secretary. Melissa from marketing caught his eye, she was wearing a simple black dress and her blond hair up in a messy bun. She was fresh out of university, naïve, tender, perfect. Janet's high-pitched voice broke his train of thought.

-Yes, it's very interesting, Janet. But I need to talk to someone else, now.- he said in his deep baritone and with his best smile.

-Sure, Mr.... Patrick.- Janet remembered just on time that she was supposed to call him by his name.

He smiled again and smoothly sailed through the crowd until he planted himself next to Melissa.

-Enjoying the party?- he said as her colleagues stepped away.

She tilted her head and smiled. Her smile was sweet, her teeth white behind her red lips. She had a beautiful smile. Patrick had decided it, she had to be his.

-Want some eggnog?- he offered.

-Sure! I'd love some!

He slipped away and was almost immediately back with two cups. Handing one to her, he took a sip of his. She wrapped her hand around hers and tasted it. Their night went in a blur, they talked about everything, Melissa had that warm feeling of alcohol in her and was feeling very uninhibited. She stared at him and felt the need to kiss him.

When the party was over he insisted on her sleeping at his place, she clearly wasn't in any condition to drive. She agreed, feeling too drunk for the amount of alcohol she had consumed. He helped her into his car and out as soon as they arrived at his mansion. A large pool reflected the modern glass building, Melissa couldn't imagine how much would that house have cost. He half-dragged her across the garden, as she stumbled with her own feet.

-Carry me.- she mumbled, and he obliged.

He carried her into his own bedroom, and she seemed to wake up. She was still very drunk, but she understood.

-No.- Melissa said, with a feeble voice.

-Shh, you will enjoy it, silly.- he said as he took her dress.

She soon was stark naked, failing to defend herself. She covered her breasts with one arm and her vulva with another one, but her strength was greatly diminished and it was no match for him. He undressed even more quickly and jumped on her, forcing her arms aside. He was hard and penetrated her forcibly, as she complained in pain while repeating "no, no, no" until she passed out from the pain. He kept trusting until he came and rolled over to sleep.

His head felt heavy when he woke up, he stretched only to find he could not move his arms or legs. His eyes flew open, Melissa was in front of him, wearing the same dress she had worn the day before, her hair down and wild, wild as her eyes.

-Someone has been a naughty boy, spiking eggnog and raping women.- she said.

He looked up at his wrists and saw that he had been tied up with Christmas lights.

-Bitch!

-Hmmm, I might need to cut that tongue out.

-Fucking bitch!- he shouted again.

-You're boring. Stupid, jerk, and boring. Let's finish this.

She took a knife she had on a table nearby and played with it. She caressed his skin with the cold metal and goosebumps raised on it.

-At first I thought I could cut your cock off, you seem to think it's the best part of your body. But then I got curious, I wanted to see if you really have a heart. What do you say about discovering it together?

-Crazy bitch!

-Whore, slut. You really need a thesaurus.- Melissa replied.- I'd give you one for Christmas, but... you know. Anyway, don't worry, I have given you some drugs so it won't hurt much, at first. They were in the cabinet at your bathroom, you seem to be well stocked.

The knife cut his skin, blood trickling down his thorax. She peeled the skin away, showing the fat underneath and the muscle under that. The muscle was a bit harder to cut and Patrick started to scream.

-You either stop screaming or I'll cut your tongue off.- Melissa menaced him. He stopped immediately.

She worked through the muscle, picking on the insertion points. Finally, she was able to pull the pectoral muscles away, the bloody ribcage underneath. Between the ribs, she saw the heart beat, fast, fluttering.

-Oh, you do have a heart.- she said innocently.

He was delirious, too weak to even speak. She glared at him.

-Now that we have settled it down, let's make sure you never force yourself on anyone ever again.

She gripped the knife and, slowly, she pushed it against the beating piece of meat that was Patrick's heart. Blood rushed through the wound as life escaped Patrick.