One night stand
by 
Sam Rix
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Posted: Wednesday, September 8, 2004 Word Count: 382 Summary: a cruel little number, I revisted after rushing to post it... Hope the changes work? |
One night stand
‘Trickle little tear, escape while you can…’ breathed the close voice, raptly watching the bead of moisture run from an eye, to course over the cheek, then pool in the ear cavity.
“ See even you can’t escape me,” The whisper continued, as a delicate finger followed the liquid path.
The dank curtains blocked all but the thinnest sliver of light deliberately arranged over her prey. The carpet he lay on in this squalid hotel room was pitted and stained from years of clandestine sexual rendezvous, host to smells and textures long degenerated by time.
Sitting on his chest and leaning forward to see the face, to watch the spark of life go out, invoked a shudder of expectant pleasure from her.
Still under the grip of the drug, limbs useless, mind fully lucid, the victim was as malleable as plasticine. Now that playtime was almost over, as the perfect playmate, he was for filling his final terrified role,
The wicked blade was danced into view, The knife was placed teasingly under one eye, then skipped over to the other, back and forth, mesmerising those petrified orbs like a macabre pendulum.
She paid attention to all of his features, delicately pricking them all in turn, but not ruining them. His lips, ears, nose and his cheeks displayed minute red dewdrops flourishing upon a pale canvass.
The blade slid from view and began its invasion. His mouth began to work, lips contorting, accompanying eyes straining in effort and pain, a wet gurgling issued as he fought to breathe. Red bubbles formed around the knife imbedded in the trachea, the crimson foaming trailed around the neck and began to pool below.
As one heart beat began to slow, the other increased in tempo, adrenaline surging to the thrill of obliteration. She watched the pupils dilate, felt the last heartbeats falter, as she forced her tongue into his bloody mouth, breathing a depraved groan of satisfaction as her latest kill expired.
She rose from the cooling man, retrieving clean panties from her small bag, placing them over his open eyes, before removing the latex gloves and storing them the same bag.
She turned at the door, looked back once, blew a kiss and left her latest one night stand to lie in.
‘Trickle little tear, escape while you can…’ breathed the close voice, raptly watching the bead of moisture run from an eye, to course over the cheek, then pool in the ear cavity.
“ See even you can’t escape me,” The whisper continued, as a delicate finger followed the liquid path.
The dank curtains blocked all but the thinnest sliver of light deliberately arranged over her prey. The carpet he lay on in this squalid hotel room was pitted and stained from years of clandestine sexual rendezvous, host to smells and textures long degenerated by time.
Sitting on his chest and leaning forward to see the face, to watch the spark of life go out, invoked a shudder of expectant pleasure from her.
Still under the grip of the drug, limbs useless, mind fully lucid, the victim was as malleable as plasticine. Now that playtime was almost over, as the perfect playmate, he was for filling his final terrified role,
The wicked blade was danced into view, The knife was placed teasingly under one eye, then skipped over to the other, back and forth, mesmerising those petrified orbs like a macabre pendulum.
She paid attention to all of his features, delicately pricking them all in turn, but not ruining them. His lips, ears, nose and his cheeks displayed minute red dewdrops flourishing upon a pale canvass.
The blade slid from view and began its invasion. His mouth began to work, lips contorting, accompanying eyes straining in effort and pain, a wet gurgling issued as he fought to breathe. Red bubbles formed around the knife imbedded in the trachea, the crimson foaming trailed around the neck and began to pool below.
As one heart beat began to slow, the other increased in tempo, adrenaline surging to the thrill of obliteration. She watched the pupils dilate, felt the last heartbeats falter, as she forced her tongue into his bloody mouth, breathing a depraved groan of satisfaction as her latest kill expired.
She rose from the cooling man, retrieving clean panties from her small bag, placing them over his open eyes, before removing the latex gloves and storing them the same bag.
She turned at the door, looked back once, blew a kiss and left her latest one night stand to lie in.