He dressed to the nines as he always did on these nights. He perfected his hair and applied just the right cologne. He smiled to himself, impressed with his looks; irresistible to himself. He practiced smiling until his hate-filled eyes softened. He muttered disgusting, filthy words until his voice purred seductively. He began to transform into an attractive man. He swiped his jacket from the front hall patting his pocket for the pills; just in case he needed them.
Depending on HER looks and performance, he might even keep her a day or two. He sighed heavily. "Probably not" he pouted. The whining, crying and begging...oh they were SUCH sad, weak creatures but they served a purpose and fulfilled his needs. His teeth ground together. He heard his pulse in this ears. His fists clenched. He was tight with anger. Whoever she was; she would be special. He could hear the club thumping all the way down the block. He found himself in step with the beat. The crowd began to thicken; filling with arrogant self-proclaimed "good guys" and then of course the girls. He grinned, feeling them give him a second or third look and whispering behind their hands to their girlfriends. The bouncer nodded crisply allowing him to enter ahead of most; shaking hands warmly and accepting the one hundred dollar bill without a glance. It seemed such a small price to pay for all his fun.
Although it was early, the bar was already crowded. He perched on a small sectional couch near the back. Sheer curtains veiled this portion of the club; reserved for VIPs. He began to hunt. Most of the women looked and acted the same. They had too much make-up or perfume and not enough clothing or class. He bored quickly, tired of watching them flip their hair too much, flick their straws with their tongues attempting to be sultry all the while braying like frightened livestock.
She came into view slowly, almost cautiously, her hair dark blonde streaked with brown, falling heavily around her face. Her dress was simpish and stood out with its tiny flowers and spaghetti straps, a thin simple chain around her bare throat; not like the off the shoulder brilliant colors and clanky huge jewelry of her competition. He watched her sidestep everyone as if she were being burned. She didn't fit. He grinned hungrily watching his new toy. He waved the waitress and after slipping her a twenty while tracing her chin with his thick fingers, she giggled, fetching his prey and a drink. His heart skipped a beat. He had chosen well.
The timid mouse sat down, a little confused. Her light eyes darting around as if she would be reprimanded for being there. Her body was trim and curvy. He made small talk, speaking softly so that she would have to move closer to him. He gulped at the soft sweet scent whirling around her. She held her drink with two hands; childishly. Her nails were painted dark; an oddity when added to her overall appearance.
The evening was a challenge. She had a seductive sideways grin but covered her mouth when she laughed. She talked little but yet didn't seem bored; more like, intrigued? Perhaps grateful. He was sure that was it. As the night darkened, he began to push her a little by softly touching her hand while he made a point. He brushed her knee or patted her thigh whispering sexy innuendos against her neck. He felt her legs shake, parting slightly and knew he was going to get what he wanted. He suggested finally that they go someplace quiet so they could talk and be away from pesky kids. She seemed embarrassed and nervous. His anticipation grew. He tried a little harder. He attempted to kiss her. She dodged him, giggling.
"Let's go." he said quietly.
"All right" she said and clutching her tiny purse, simply headed out of the club.
He was surprised but eager; tossing his money on the table and hurrying behind her. Her step was quick and sure.
"Where's your car?" she asked almost sharply.
"Do you want to drive separately?" he rested his hand on the small of her back. She pulled away and looked him squarely in the eye. He thought her eyes were green. Now they were brown almost black.
"I walked." she said flatly.
He tilted his head. She smiled and covered her mouth. His cockiness returned.
"Of course."
They said nothing on the way to his home. He let her in and fixed her a drink. The pills dissolved quickly. He put on music hearing "I gotta feeling" by the Black-Eyed Peas.
In his mind, he pictured her in the tiny room in the cellar; unable to cry for help. "Tonight's gonna be a GOOD night..." he echoed. She turned, a small cloud passing over her pale cheeks.
"Maybe this isn't a good idea." she faltered.
He stepped to her quickly. Their glasses clinking. He could feel the heat from her body. His hand found her shoulder, teasing the strap. "It's a very good idea. I'm glad you chose to come here." His mind flashed to the manacles, the ropes, the horrible wonders that awaited her.
"You are?" her voice was small, rakish. "I'm feel funny."
He kissed the top of her head. "Yes. I'm glad I chose you. I've been wanting to kiss you all night long."
He heard her snort. "Me too." He stood looking at her. His confidence somehow waning, this victorious moment failing.
She rolled her eyes up at him. They were dark endless pools. His mouth felt as if it had been crammed with lemons. His brow furrowed. He stepped back. It was too late.
"Me too. I'm glad you chose me too." and she smiled.
He recoiled, disgusted by the monster before him. His strength draining quickly to the soles of his feet like lead.
Her hair was dark blonde caked with mud. Her skin pale; almost sheer, seemed to crawl with veins or worms. Her beautiful pouty lips split her lower face in a sickening deep gash. The rot that seeped from her laugh was sweet and wreaked of death. Her gums peeling with decay were crammed full of nail like teeth and a tongue; thick and dripping, seemed to loll to the side. A guttural chuckle rumbled from the ghastly hole. Her fingers, like claws, tore into his shirt and dug into his flesh.
"How 'bout that kiss?" She pulled him close.
He began to whine, cry and beg. She chuckled. They were such weak, sad creatures but served her purpose.
His night stretched into forever; long and painful.
Inspired by my brother's work. Nightmares o-plenty. *sigh* sometimes I wish I didn't see these things....
