I just wanted to taste her... (Pt. 3 of 4) (483 hits)
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Submitted by Johnny Bam - that's who I am. (View user info) at 2006-11-29 10:03:57 EST
Part 1: http://www.ubersite.com/m/96195
Part 2: http://www.ubersite.com/m/96224
<I am still lapsing back and forth between POVs and having to go back and change whole paragraphs when I go back and actually read it. I need to email this stuff to myself at home so I can clean it up, but before I bother to do that I could use some advice. I don't have time to write except for short bursts between work, usually just a paragraph or two at a time. What do I need to work on most?>
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I waited with her in my truck for almost an hour before I got out.
I kept the engine running for the first ten minutes or so, the heater pumping out dry-hot air. But it didn't take long for the paranoia to take over, and the thought of some hawk-eyed agent noticing the telltale steam rising from my tailpipe for just a few minutes too long convinced me to kill the engine. Once I'd done so, it was only a matter of minutes before the cold began to creep in.
Scanning the sky through the windshield for drones, white sparkles pointing out the sun's reflection on metallic-skinned flying machines, my breath became visible. With each exhale a pillar of smoke escaped my lips. I glanced over at the slumping sack in the seat next to me and noticed small puffs of the same. It occurred to me that Fred probably gave her some kind of narcotic cocktail to keep her so calm. I thought about becoming contaminated with it myself, after what I planned on doing to her, but a low and distant whirring drew my attention back out the front windshield.
After a few seconds of squinty-eyed searching, I saw the sparkle. I waited a few moments until it was out of sight and glanced down at the clock on my radio before remembering that I'd already turned all the power off. I stuck the key back into the ignition and turned it backwards. 2:27pm. It had been about forty minutes since I'd shut the engine off, and in that time not a single human being had come or gone from the small drive that led to my apartment.
I turned the key back, pulled it out of the ignition, and stepped out of the truck.
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Pulling the sack out of the door, she began to struggle a bit. Once again, that terrifying scream tried to escape, but was muffled to a sound that couldn't be heard more than a few feet from its origination. I lifted it over my shoulder and started towards my front door. Nervous glances left and right ensured that there were no spying eyes coming from the windows lining the sidewalk towards my home.
Unlocking the door, my hand began to twitch just a little, enough to keep the key mechanism from sticking right away, and the extra second or so it took to get inside only made my heart pound faster. I shut the door behind me and lowered the sack to the floor. My legs trembled and I stumbled backwards, my back hitting the door I'd just come through.
I couldn't believe that it was actually going to happen. Again, my mouth was watering and my throat ached in anticipation. A tingling sensation covered my entire body, and my breathing became more purposeful.
I stepped forward and took hold of the sack again, climbing the stairs to my living room with labored steps. I put the sack down on the floor and sat down in the couch. I untied and opened it, sliding it up and over her, but she remained motionless with her eyes closed. I tossed the sack into the corner and stared at her.
She was absolutely beautiful. I momentarily considered keeping her as my own "pet", but I knew it wouldn't last. It would be more trouble than it was worth to try and keep her alive, and more importantly, undiscovered. Regardless, eventually the deep and evil urge inside of me would overcome my interest in her and I would do what I bought her to do.
After all, I was hungry...
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My thoughts were becoming foreign, and insanity was creeping deeper and deeper into me. I watched her sleep, unmoving and unblinking, for better than two hours. Finally, she began to stir, and her eyes opened. She looked around the room, a confused look in her eyes, until her gaze stopped on me.
My mouth involuntarily contorted into a huge smile, ear to ear, and with a start I broke free from the trance I'd been in. My eyes ached in the dim room, the bright contrast of the sun beaming through the closed mini-blinds causing a throb in my forehead. I started to stand, only to realize that I'd soiled myself without even noticing. Embarrassment struck me and I ran to the bathroom.
I threw my clothes off and started the water in my tub. Thinking to go back in the living room and grab her, I turned back towards the door, but she was already there, watching me curiously, as if she'd never seen a naked man before in her life. I said nothing to her, I just turned back and stepped into the tub. She could wobble around with limited mobility despite Fred's homemade shackles, but I wasn't worried that she'd find a way out.
I grabbed a bar of soap and scrubbed myself, the hot water scalding my most sensitive parts, but I didn't feel the pain. Something in me was changing. If I didn't do it soon, I might lose my mind for good. I glanced back towards the door and she was still there, watching me clean myself.
I put the water draining and stood up, grabbing a towel from the hook on the opposite wall. I quickly dried myself and stepped out. I walked past her into my bedroom, shuffling through my chest of drawers for a pair of shorts and a tank top. She watched me the whole time, and I wondered if she had any idea about what fate had in store for her.
By this time, I could take no more. The walls themselves were calling out to me, begging me to get it over with. My stomach throbbed, my palms dripped with sweat, and through it all, my mouth continued watering.
"I'll make this easy for you." I said to her. I didn't even recognize my own voice. It had gained a strange tone, an edginess that sounded amplified in the dim apartment. She just kept staring at me in silence. Those beautiful yet haunting eyes challenging me, questioning my resolve, daring me to make a move. "Come with me."
I said this, not knowing if she'd comprehend the meaning behind my words, not knowing if she can even understand my language. I am a beast, a hunter, a wolf even. She is my prey. I will have her any way I desire, and she will have no choice in the matter.
I scowled at her as I walked out of the bedroom, leaving her standing alone in the dark.
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I walked into the kitchen, and despite her previous interest in following me to the bathroom, I doubted she'd do it again. I reached for and flipped on the light switch, fluorescent tubes humming to life overhead. My eyes scanned the countertops and rested upon the rack of knives near the stove. I walked over and ran my hand slowly over the handles, letting them call out to me, letting my fingers dance upon the inlaid wood. I settled on a large chopping knife. It made a scraping sound as I pulled it loose, and I lifted it into the light, examining the blade for sharpness.
I saw my eyes in the reflection, cold and unfamiliar, and I was startled. The knife fell out of my hand, dropping to the cheap linoleum floor. I'd cut myself, and small droplets of blood fell from my hand and landed in symmetrical pools, filling imperfections in the tile.
I looked up and she was there, watching. Her head was tilted to the side, and her eyes were focused on the blood. She didn't seem to care about the knife.
"Fuck you!" I screamed. She looked up at me, her mouth opened as if to say something, but then closed silently. She turned back to the blood.
I reached down and grabbed the knife, gripping it in my bloodied hand, the tight grip opening the gash and starting a small river of rouge down my forearm. Her eyes climbed and followed the blade.
"You know what this is for don't you?" I laughed and laughed. She just kept looking back and forth between the blade and the blood. My white tank was pink from the blood, my gray shorts turning black. I took a step forward and for the first time since I'd taken her here, she appeared frightened. She took a step back and a terrified look crossed her face.
I leaped at her. She turned to run, and she screamed that alien scream. But I was too fast, too strong, and the drugs in her system hadn't run out yet. My hand caught her neck and I swung the knife with every ounce of my strength, aiming for the spot right below my grip.
Blood gushed skyward like a Greek fountain.
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Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2006-11-29 15:23:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
What Crystle Said
Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2006-11-29 15:07:52 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
whats scourgy said.
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2006-11-29 14:53:33 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
No Comment
Submitted by homer42 (user info) at 2006-11-29 12:55:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Very good.
Submitted by nya_nyo (user info) at 2006-11-29 12:42:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
You have me hooked again, very nice job
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2006-11-29 10:43:56 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
not bad at all.
my only advice would be to potentially step up the pace of the narration. your descriptiveness is good. it's tight and creates a good mental image for the reader, but it seems to me that you might dwell in it a little too long. other than that, I think this was a very well written piece.
last thing, the introspective and calculated point of view from which it is written is very convincing, very gripping.
nice work.