My pretty boy.
Who says the woman can’t be crazy as well?
She always keeps to herself. Always kept up a good image of herself. Always been kind, and caring, yet there is something almost sinister about her. Something mysterious, hidden, kept away for only him to see.
Him. Him. Him.
How delicious he is.
She has secrets… dark and dangerous secrets. The kind that keeps her up at night, with her hand between her thighs, and a lazy smile on her red lips.
She loves him.
But he doesn’t feel the same way.
She can’t have that, she will get what she desires.
She always gets her way.
She always turns up where he is. At a cafe, reading his favourite book, he strikes up a conversation when he sees her reading it, smiles innocently, pretending she doesn’t know him.
Oh but she does. She knows him very well.
He occupies her every thought.
Until one day he asks her on a date.
She, surprised of course, agrees.
They had a good night, a really good night, yet she is still not satisfied.
She needs more.
So when he agrees to come into her house, she smiles.
She takes off her coat revealing a flirtatious looking dress, one he can’t take his eyes off.
“Do you like music, baby?” She asks seductively.
“Baby? Huh, didn’t know we are that acquainted.” He says shyly.
“Oh come on.” She purrs, and stands in front of him, looking up at him with innocent eyes that are hiding dark desires.
Oh to have her lips on him.
Bite him.
She gives him a little peck on his neck, lingers for a moment, then licks him.
He whimpers. Takes a few steps back, shy about all of this. At that she smiles, fancying the thought that she makes him nervous.
Biting her red lips, she spins on her heels, walking towards her record shelf to play some of her favourite songs for him. Knowing that he likes them as well.
She wants him.
“Do you like this song, pretty boy?” She asks, as In Dreams by Roy Orbison starts playing loudly through the speakers.
Shyly he says, “Oh, yes I do actually, how did you know?”
“I know everything, baby.” She winks.
He chuckles nervously.
She starts swaying her hips to the music, head thrown back, a sultry smile on her red lips.
He looks at her in admiration. His body responds to her in ways he didn’t know possible.
She’s a beauty he has never seen before. Like she is not of this place. She doesn’t belong here.
“In dreams you’re mine, all of the time…” She whispers the lyrics to the song.
She looks at him. Tells him to come to her.
He seems to be in some sort of trance.
Like she’s the siren, and he’s the sailor.
Once he was in front of her, he looks down at her. Admires her ravishing looks, the way her eyes speak of innocence, yet whispers with challenges. The way her red lips talks softly, yet smiles deadly.
She takes his middle finger, brings it up to her lips, and licks it.
His breathing picks up. He doesn’t know what to do, he’s never been in a situation such as this before. He doesn’t understand what he desires.
“You’re delicious.” She moans.
“What?” He says dumbfounded.
She wants him to want her the way she does him.
And from the looks of it, he does.
Her plan is working. Knowing that, she smiles again.
“I love your smile.” He whispers.
Then becomes shy once again and looks at the floor. At doing so he notices something rather odd about her floors. They seem to be covered in some thick red liquid.
Is it paint? He thinks.
Before he has the chance to ask her, she takes a hold of his hands and guides him down a flight of stairs. Him of course being in trance, he follows.
She keeps smiling at him. It looks odd…
He’s starting to feel strange. Her smile seems off. Like it doesn’t belong on her.
He doesn’t like this. He wants to leave.
Something terrible is going to happen.
She took him to a different room now. She calls it her Red Room.
She sits him down on a chair where she ties his hand and legs to it.
He still seems to be lost in thought.
Biting her lip in excitement at what will unleash, he asks.
“What is going on?”
“What are you doing?”
“Let me go!”
“Aww, my pretty boy.” She purrs, grabbing his face, giving him a kiss, biting his lips hard enough to draw blood. Then licks his lips clean.
He’s scared. He wants to go back home.
But it’s too late now. She has him. He will never leave her now.
They will be together forever now. She likes that.
“You will never leave me again .” She smiles.
His eyes are wide in fear, at that she jumps up in excitement.
“You crazy bitch!” He says yelling.
She stops for a second, turns around and starts laughing.
She goes up to him, kneels down between his spread legs. Grabs his face and says,
“I have always loved you.”
And with that he sees something that will haunt him for the rest of his life.
Blood.
Fangs.
A cliff.
A scream.
Then everything goes red.
Long time no see my darlings!
Another weird story to occupy your mind with.
I would love to know your thoughts on this one ;)
This made me feel some kind of way, and no I won’t put it into words 😭
Did I see this coming? Yes. Did I enjoy it nonetheless? Very much, yes. A very well-written piece. 🙌🏻