Seven Deadly Sins

Gluttony, Greed, Wrath, Lust, Vanity, Sloth, Envy.

“More please.”
“I’m taking it all.”
I hope you go to hell…”
“I want you.”
“I love my eyes and lips.”
“I’ll find it later.”
“I wish I was her…"

A stocky man sat behind a large, oak desk, his name plated in gold. His green eyes twinkled with a sinister smirk that mirrored his thin lips. His fingers curled together as his hands were placed atop his shiny desk. His hair was cut short and he was clean shaven. Around the room, one could see the amount of money that went into it. It was his office and he took pride in it, decorating it with expensive paintings, hand woven tapestries from other countries, two long leather couches, a large screen television and busts depicting the former CEO’s of the company.

His eyes were set on a nervous looking woman, clutching at her hand bag. Her wrinkles lined her face, hiding her blue eyes and drawing down her lips. Her fingers tightened and loosened around the strap of her purse and her shoulders tensed and her eyes wandered, never falling on the man behind his large, shiny, oak desk.

“So, you are asking me to not take away your money?” the man spoke; his voice high and infected with lies and deceit.

The woman’s tired eyes finally rested upon him, this man who was willing to ruin her life. “I am asking you to take mercy on me and my family,” she pleaded.

The man was quiet for a few seconds, his eyes locked on this old woman. The smirk didn’t remove itself from his lips. “No,” he told her flatly. “I’m taking it all.” The woman’s sobs met his ears but fazed him not. She ran out of his office and he only laughed as she closed the large doors behind her.

He leaned back in his leather chair, placing his feet up on his desk. He stayed there for a while, smiling about his life and wealth. Leaning even further back, he stretched out his arms and yawned. Suddenly, he was sent falling backward and his chair and head hit the wall behind him. He was alright, just a little dazed, but only for a millisecond before the painting above him crashed down on his head, the edge lodging itself in his eye. He lay there motionless.

“I’m taking it all.”

Cool, I'm really in the mood to interpret stuff like this and I really liked it mostly BUT I think it would be more effective if he fell back outta his chair hitting his head and it just stopped there. Iunno to me that seemed like a more effective place to end it than picture frame getting him in the eye. The lack of equal karma would be more unsettling to me but maybe that's not what your going for, just my 2 cents. Good job.

Btw how did this piece come about I got a feeling you really hate some guy out there...

Thanks for the suggestion! XD That's a good idea.

And I don't really know how it came about. It wasn't a guy or anything. =P

I've always loved the seven deadly sins. They've always fascinated me and I love writing short stories so I kind of just wrote Gluttony first and I decided to kill the guy XD and then I did Greed and decided to keep to the same theme.