:| red hot torture || Rave |:

Last night had been a night to remember. It was the first night I had met this man, the one who now lay unconscious, bound to the wooden table that was splattered with the blood of others. I smile down at hi still feature, and run a gentle finger over his prominent jaw bone. He was a prize, a real gem. I wasn’t gay- but this guy, there was just something about him that I was drawn too. Maybe it was the marvellous choppers that say snuggly in his mouth, or the lushes nails that grew eagerly on his fingers. I was not sure what it was, but I did know that I needed them, all of them. but not now, not whilst he slept- that was too easy.

I turn away from the man’s still figure and pull up an old wooded chair close to the table. I hook my leg over my knee and take a quick peak at my nails. Dirt had built up under the shields and I screw my face up in disgust before getting up and wandering over to my table that was littered with an arrangement of different ‘toys’. It takes me only a moment to find the thing I am looking for before I quickly waltz back over to my chair, my fingers splayed in front of me. I slide the sharp instrument under the cover of my nail, catching the dirt that hid beneath before snagging it out from its hiding spot.

I repeat the process for each nail until they are all clean, not a speck of dirt polluting their image. I smile again and toss the instrument over my shoulder and look at the dark haired boy again. The strong scent of alcohol filled my nose and it was obvious that this man in front of me was intoxicated. This got me curious, and I climbed from my chair, my fingers finding the boys lip where I snagged back his lip and studied the pearls that hid beneath. I tilt my head to the side slightly- they weren’t really perfect, but they were still my prize and even though a slight yellow ting covered them they still looked strong, powerful even. After another moment I let his lip fall closed but instead of finding my seat I wander down where my eyes come in contact with the man’s hands, which were bound to the table. My eye found the nails that called his fingers home. They were short and battered- suggesting that this man did a lot with his hands. I frown, but then relax, of course he did. We were in district two, the place where little killing machines were born and breed.

Finally I turn away from his still figure and gingerly walk towards the stairs that would lead me out of the dark basement and into the main house. I climbed the stairs slowly, my eyes climbing the stairs with me. When I reach the top I quickly open the door, closing it quietly behind me. I make my way towards the kitchen where I grab a glass from the kitchen and carry it over to the sink, where I let the flow of water pour into the crystal clear glass. I watched as the water filled the glass slowly, my eyes lingering as I cut off the flow of water. The liquid sloshed around for a moment before it fell deadly still.

Then I bring the lip of the cup to my lips and let the cool clear liquid into my mouth. It sent shrills though me as it slides down my throat leaving me chilled and refreshed. When the glass is empty I place it on the counter of the kitchen before wandering back towards the basement which I enter with a bounce in my steps. “Honey I am home,” I purr as I enter the darken room and walk towards the now twitching man.