* suggested audio – ELO/Last Train To London http://youtu.be/3v6MBHpzZg8 *
He was shaking uncontrollably. Agitated…anxious…he needed a fix. It hadn’t been this bad in weeks and he knew there was no way out. He went to the desk in the hallway…unlocking the top drawer he removed a small package & placed the contents in his inside jacket pocket. Grabbing his keys he left the house, got in his car & drove off towards town. There was a new club that just opened up last week…imagining what he could find there he began to smile.
He pulled up to the valet & as he stepped out of the car looked at the line of people waiting to get inside. He usually had no problem getting in ahead of the crowd but decided he’d try to see if he could find anyone there worthy of his company. He noticed several women, quite attractive, but not exactly what he was looking for that night. He walked back up to the door & calmly used his natural finesse to work his way in front of everyone else…of course they protested behind him but he didn’t care. Sauntering into the entrance he was blasted by the sounds of late 70’s disco music. He walked to the bar located to the right of the dance floor and as he ordered a drink began to watch the people dancing…a horde of bodies gyrating to the rhythm of the beat. As he sipped his drink he noticed a group of women at the end of the bar…one in particular caught his eye immediately. Tall, statuesque…and a redhead…his favorite. He stood there watching her for a few minutes as she talked and laughed with her friends. After a few more minutes he instructed the bartender to send them some drinks…specifically mentioning the redhead as his target. Once the drinks arrived he saw them all look in his direction & smile their thanks…she specifically nodded to him and he motioned to the seat next to him. He watched her walk towards him…she was taller than he’d first thought, curves in all the right places shown off well by the dress she wore, her short red hair lightly spiked on the top…she was stunning. She smiled as she sat down & as he took her hand he introduced himself “Hello, I’m Marcus…what’s your name beautiful?” She laughed, a light happy sound like tiny bells, & said “I’m Isabel, very nice to meet you Marcus.” They sat there for a while just talking…he found her very easy to talk to as if he’d known her for a long time. Isabel finished her drink & noticed her friends were still at the end of the bar…talking but occasionally looking her way & smiling. He asked her if she wanted dance & she said yes…the dance floor was packed & as they moved their bodies were pressed tight against each other. As tall as she was he still towered over her by a few inches & she was so close he couldn’t help but notice her scent…heavy & intoxicating. He could almost see the blood pulsing through the veins in her neck as he pressed closer against her. He noticed her startled look as she felt his hardness against her…and then she smiled, almost seductively, & put her arms around him as she began to mold her body to his. He grew more anxious by the second as she continued to tease him knowing full well what he wanted. When the song ended he led her away to find a somewhere they could be…more private. He found an unlocked storage closet…once inside he pushed her against the door, pinning her arms down & kissed her roughly, his erection hard against her. She met his kiss with equal fervor as his hands snaked down pulling her dress up around her hips. Her breath was hot against his neck as she unzipped his pants & took him in her hands…he felt as if he would burst right then but he held back as he lifted her up & found his way inside. He began slowly, kissing her more gently as he wanted to try & make this last. But then he took her lip in his teeth as he began to thrust almost violently, her moans & cries drowning out his own. He could tell she was close as was he…he reached into his pocket where he had put his toy & as he felt her climax he wrapped the barbed wire around her neck & pulled it tight. Her eyes popped open as she stared at him, the scream silent on her lips as she tried to pull the wire free, but he was too strong. He continued to pound into her and as he felt her life drain away he exploded inside her. He watched her fall into a crumpled heap onto the floor as he disengaged himself. Kneeling down he took a handkerchief out of his pocket & wrapped the bloody wire inside it, storing it back inside his pocket. Opening the door he made sure no one was looking as he walked towards the bathroom to wash his hands and who knows…maybe he’d get lucky again.
“The character Marcus is based on Matt Farnsworth’s character The Orphan Killer” All rights reserved”
Danse de la Mort … continued http://wp.me/p43M7s-hh