SINNERS - 5

‘She is corrupted, tainted and a cold hearted killer.’

Milady

As I sat at the bar, the marbled egg shelled counter had my glass of Amber poison on it. The Hotel is magnificent, the dimly lit bar had a chandelier decorated in falling crystals, pleather jet black seats dressed the area with small tables to separate them. A favourite scent of mine lingered, Spirits and cigars. I began to inhale the intoxicating aroma and became blinded with bewitching sapphires.

Sipping my amber liquid, the bar almost secluded. The face that bombarded my vision, the Destructor himself. His breath - taking features instantly drawing me in, coffee infused strands that fell upon his forehead. The matching beard that I itched to be against my skin, to cripple me in unexplainable ways.

Broad shoulders and rippling muscles that I prayed would finally tear apart his perfectly expensive attire. Those plump lips, all juicy and addicting. I wondered what he could do with them, could he skilfully work it in ways that would make me arch my back and drown me in desire?

No doubt, it is indeed a contract with the Devil. He harboured the obvious traits, handsome, wealthy and utterly dangerous. That made him appealing to me, its in my DNA to become drawn to the darkness. In his presence, one glance and I am alert, each word that left his honey coated lips made me press my thighs intensely together to compose myself. There is no denying the attraction that sparked between us, he indirectly spiked my attention and I couldn’t control it around him. The constant yearning for him, it corrupted me in a way I didn’t like, to lose my power.

Although my mind became occupied with the fantasy of him eating me out, I did have a job to do. He offered me what I really wanted, what I desperately craved in life. My life is composed of routines, stripping and then breaking people. The reason I took my second job is to add adventure to it, instead of expecting the obvious of a mundane life. The thrill of being caught, an all - consuming drug of blood dispersing upon me is euphoria. Once my habit became an addiction, I expected those simple emotions to distinguish in me, to cause inner turmoil and despair. A maximum current of guilt to pump through my veins, But I never got that, what I did only charged the cells in my body. The nerves never appeared when I did a job, that waver of guilt that people would expect or the pit in their stomach dropping at the thought of killing another. That part only fed my hunger.

‘Whiskey,’ Someone two seats down from me ordered.

I didn’t have to look to know who it is, sipping the last contents of my glass I ordered another. The plan needed to be put in action, the dress that the handsome Devil provided me with had a slit on both sides that ran up to my hip bone. With my low cut revealing a lot of cleavage, I knew his hormones would cloud his judgement when I crossed my legs which exposed my entire thigh. In his own idiotic mind, the action appeared as a gesture for only his indulgence. As my long waves cascaded upon my features, framing the outline of my heart shaped face.

This trick particularly peeked his consciousness, trying to decipher who the mystery woman is with gorgeous legs.

The heat that travelled upon my smooth skin, trailing up to my thighs made me realise that I captured his attention in less than two minutes.

Then I heard the scrapping of the stool against the tile. In 3,2,1. ’What’s a beautiful girl like yourself doing all alone,’ he asked, with a flirtatious smirk upon his thin lips.

Placing the drink down, I turned my head to analyse him.

Sandy brown hair that reached his shoulders, completely drenched in the grease. His dull black eyes held no fascination towards me. His features were the typical average boy, which is unappealing to my sceptical eye. He resembled a stature of a boy and I more so preferred a man.

‘Well, I am not alone now,’ I replied, tracing my fingertip along the rim of my glass.

‘So, waiting for anyone?’ he asked.

Rolling my eyes at his skills, is that the best he could do.

‘Maybe I am waiting for you,’ I shrugged.

‘It is me that you are waiting for, do you mind taking this conversation upstairs?’ he bluntly questioned.

I turned my attention towards his seat next to me, all smugly eye raping me in the open. In the back of my mind, that twisted animal I kept caged, desires to play a bit. Turning my position to face him, I caught his attention, I noticed his eyes instantly travelled south.

‘Will this involve me being naked beneath you?’ I teased.

The bulge forming in his slacks is the effect that I went for, to corrupt his mind with sexual endeavours.

A grin formed on his lips, ’YES..’

‘Hmmm, it’s likely that I’ll be on top but we won’t know unless we leave,’ I added, getting up from my stool.

Stephan didn’t reply but instead walked next to me with a victorious smirk on his lips. Once we were in the elevator, he pressed the pent house button. As the doors automatically closed, I could feel his warmth caressing my exposed back before drifting down to the rest on my rear. Even though I didn’t rip his arm off, it gave him the impression that I would end up in his sheets with him in control. NEVER…

The doors opened, revealing a hallway with just five rosy doors. Apparently, Stephan’s room is the first one, scanning his card against the handle, the light flashed green for him to open. The low light of his hallway illuminated the meaningless paintings of Fruit and Flowers that hung upon the beige wall. My heels clicked against the pearl floor tiles as we walked towards the inky sliding doors, when he separated them it led to his gigantic King Size bed.

A side table situated at the corner of his bed, Stephan walked towards it and took out his phone from his pocket and unhinged his Rolex. He took off his midnight blue suit jacket and draped it over the chair near the wall, walking back to the comfy bed he awaited the touch of my body.

I neared the side table, placing my Diamond clutch next to his phone. The distance between them is enough for the device to activate and download his data, I turned around to study the horny bastard that sat on his elbows with a disgusting grin on his face. Cherish your moments now because there’s no stopping me once it starts.

‘How about we play a Game,’ I suggested.

‘What do you have in mind.’

‘Why don’t you sit here,’ I motioned, patting the chair next to me.

He instantly obliged, his crisp white shirt on display as I untangled the knot of his tie.

Removing it, I played with the silk fabric between my fingers. Walking to the back of the chair, I placed a kiss on his neck, ’Place your hands behind the chair,’ I whispered.

Surprisingly, he did what I said. Tying the fabric around his wrists, the knots painfully restraining since he hissed. Slowly walking to the front of him, staring at my vulnerable target. Oh, I am going to have fun.

Unzipping my dress, I let it fall into a pool around my feet before kicking it further behind me. The drizzle of hunger in his eyes when he saw the lacy lingerie I had underneath, Stephan stupefied by my curvy body especially my boobs. His tongue darting out to coat the dryness of his lips, in anticipation.

‘You like?’ I asked dinging into my clutch.

‘Defiantly,’ he echoed and Started…

‘That’s good, cause its going to be the last thing you see,’ I snickered, taking out the knife.

His smug smile disappeared as he parted his lips in shock and fear, the rich bastard pleaded with his sappy eyes to not continue. He tugged instantly on the restraints, his lack of muscle didn’t help him since I left no room for him to move. Stephan continued movement irritated me when the chair started to waddle.

Walking over to him, I straddled his thin waist. Ripping his shirt apart, the appearance of his pale flat chest in my view.

He resembled those boys that didn’t hit puberty which worked in my favour because he didn’t have any chest hair.

‘You know, I had two options tonight!’ I sang, dragging the knife across his chest.

Blood scarred his skin but didn’t openly drip.

I could hear the hiss and slight choke of his voice. ’One was a gun and the other was a knife.’

Pinching his nipples, I twisted the light pink nubs while his eyes closed. Gripping his chin, ’LOOK AT ME!!!’ I screamed.

His eyes widened, terror glistening upon them as his sobs rang through my ears. Sweet melody.

‘You want to know why I chose the knife,’ I asked.

Dragging the knife down his stomach, the blood dripping down and bringing electric waves throughout my nerves. Leaning my mouth near his ear, my fingers pinching his nipple while I held the knife near the outline of it.

‘Because I like to hear them scream,’ I said, cutting out his nipple.

His screams blasted throughout the room and charged my molecules in the process, I could feel my adrenaline itching to skin him alive.

Blood coating my skin that caused tingles to arise and a smile to erupt upon my lips, I gripped his other nipple. ‘I like hearing the agony in their voice,’ I laughed, cutting out his other nipple and throwing it on the floor.

Crocodile tears graced his face, seeping into his pores, the warmth of his blood dripping on me and I felt the need to bathe in it. Agonising cries escaped his lips, pleas that fell on deaf ears.

‘PLEASE STOP, PLEASE,’ he sobbed.

A sadistic laugh escaped me as I gripped his chin, making him look into the eyes of a woman with no Soul, to Feast upon his destiny, Death…

Tears welted his skin while I dragged the knife down his cheek, decorating the blood across his tainted skin.

Hmmmm, there are so many things I can do.

I stood up from him, staring at a weak boy begging for help.

Pleading with the Gods to save his tarnished Soul, utterly causing an indulgent sensation throughout my body.

‘I would cut your tongue out, but how would you plead to me for Mercy,’ I sarcastically stated, twisting the handle of the knife between my fingers.

‘What to do, what to do…’ I hummed walking towards his figure.

I could see his eyes slightly drop, slapping his cheek hard enough that his fatigue drifted away. ‘Don’t do that or I will ram this through your eye…’

The sound of a beep coming from my phone meant that the data had finished downloading.

‘Dammit, time to wrap things up shall we…’ I cheered.

Unzipping his pants, I pulled down his boxers to see his ‘Parcel’. It’s like I predicted the future because it wasn’t even worthy of Praise. ‘Well that’s disappointing’ I mumbled.

So what was the next best thing to do, took one of the fluffy pillows from the bed, held it tightly against his face until his squirming stopped. I knew this ‘Fish’ had been ‘Baited’… Too much blood to be cleaning if I slit his throat.

His head fell forward, the blood from his nipples ran little ‘Waterfalls’ down his chest, coating it on the outside. Not my finest work but I am on crunch time, walking into his bathroom. I washed the blood off of my knife and my body since I couldn’t risk staining the dress.

Walking back inside, I picked up my dress and placed my legs through them. After zipping it up, I packed the cleaned knife inside my clutch bag and walked out of his room. Not an ounce of guilt is felt when I closed the door behind me and walked into the empty elevator.

Pressing the lobby button, I hummed to the classical music that played.

When the metal doors opened, the lobby was empty. The only people that were there is the receptionist, the breeze of the midnight air blanketed my skin which caused goose bumps to arise from the temperature. I walked towards the entrance, the glass doors instantly opening. Regretting that I didn’t have a jacket, the only option would be to get a cab.

Walking towards the curb, the bustling streets of the City.

‘TAXI’ I called, holding out my hand.

Suddenly, the environment around me became blinded with darkness and I felt my movement become restricted. Then I felt myself being lifted onto someone’s shoulder and flung into something hard.

‘Rubbish Animals, I will kill you!!’ I screamed.