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hook.
    “Perhaps I misjudged you.”
    “Perhaps you did.” She bats her eyes. She nets her catch.
    “Want to get out of here?” he says. She notices the wine has been ‘accidentally’ spilled on the floor. The pill is still there, sitting in the puddle of liquid.
    “You bet I do. Where do you want to go?”
    “I have my condo nearby. We could go there.”
    “I’ve always wanted to fuck in a boat. Do you have one? I’d let you do anything to me. Put it anywhere you like.” She smiles. Her face is a mix of Satan and God.
    “Actually, I do. It’s tied right out back. It’s not big or anything, but it’s nice enough.”
    “I’m yours.” She takes his hand and leads him out the bar.
    The Gulf breeze is cool, but she is colder. Ice water flows through her veins, and though she is about to do the only thing that brings her pleasure, she still can’t get excited for it. It’ll change , she convinces herself, when we get out on the water .
    The saltiness of the sea sprays her face as the boat jumps over waves. The wind whips through her hair, and she is laughing. The man laughs as well, though for different reasons. He slows the engine down, but she convinces him to keep going. She isn’t there yet. They only have a few more yards to go. 
    The buoy bobs in the black Gulf, and the light atop blinks every few seconds. They are alone, and the man wastes little time. He is on her, and she is surprised by his sudden burst of speed and strength. He’s kissing her face, licking all over her eyes and nose, and his breath is revolting. She fights panic, squirms, but that only makes him more aggressive. His hand whips through the air and she hears a loud crack. Stars shine in the back of her eyes as the blow ripples through her body.
    “You slutty little bitch. I’m going to fuck you good, and then you can swim to shore.”
    He stands and unbuckles his belt. The mean ones are also the dumbest. She has her window and takes it. Her purse is still around her. She removes the mace, shakes the little bottle, and lets a stream of liquid fire fly. The man grabs his eyes, screams, and stumbles. His legs tangle in his jeans. He pitches head first into the water.
    She stands and looks at him, laughing. She is a god staring down at a mere mortal. She is the boot coming down to crush the cockroach. She is the poison poured on an anthill. Her laughing infuriates him, and he spits water as he shouts.
    “Soon as I get in that boat, I’ll kill you!”
    But he won’t get back in the boat. He won’t even be alive in a few minutes. The dorsal fin cuts the water, and the man screams as the shark makes contact with his rump. The beast bites down and removes a thick chunk of flesh in one chomp. His screams have turned to pleas: to the girl, to God, to anyone. No one is there to save him.
    The shark attacks again, dragging him under before letting go. Allowing him to breathe the last breaths of sweet air. The man takes it all in. His expression shows he knows it will soon come to an end. She stares at him in the water. A smile plastered on her face and a hand shoved deep inside her panties. She’s enjoying this. All of this.
    The beast makes its final move. Millions of years of evolution resulting in one dynamic killing machine. It is a torpedo with teeth, and it is hungry. The shark strikes, taking the man by the side. Water fills his mouth as he screams and is brought under. The shark thrashes, and the water becomes permeated with bits of flesh and blood. Hundreds of fish partake in the free meal. The corpse floats to the bottom where it comes to a rest. The smaller fish attack and so do the crabs.
    The shark surfaces and circles the boat. She smiles and removes her clothes. She jumps in the cold water and splashes her hands. It approaches and lightly nuzzles up to her. She embraces it, and it swims gently with her around the boat. Her eyes fill with tears and a voice floods her head. “It’s all right.”
    It brings her close to