Just a random little drabble that was wandering around in my mind. Thought I'd let you all know I'm not dead by posting it.
She's got a cigarette between her lips; she's counting cash and making plans. Expensive houses with sea-side views pushed behind a dream of something all the cash in the world could never buy. A price tag she couldn't afford; a choice she'd made in haste. But damn he'd been so dangerous; she'd always liked those 'bad boys'. His hands were always dirty but his skin was always clean. He'd had an appetite for violence, but gore had never been his style. No, her bad boy's hands were always clean. But the things he could do to her with those perfectly clean hands? Those were the dirtiest things he'd done.
Her neck's a stretch of ivory, bruised a nasty red-purple on one side. She's still shaken; coming down from that high takes so long. He'd left minutes ago, his shirt barely pulled down over his head as he'd locked the door behind him. Places to go; people to see. A laugh floats into the air with her smoke, 'Ain't that the truth'.
She'd had places to go once; bars, clubs, dinner with the girls. Those places didn't matter. Those people didn't exist anymore. There was only him. It was a price paid with no set monetary value. A price she'd keep paying. But fuck if he didn't give her enough substitution to lessen the debt. A house to live in, a car as sleek and powerful as himself, and enough money to buy her anything with a price tag – it was the sweetest debt she could think of. 'You're mine. Tell me what you want and you'll have it.'. He'd fucked her on a table covered in cash after that; his words had torn her clothes off and his hands had done the rest.
But that money can cut you. It can rip up your back as you're fucked on top of it. It's paper after all; it's only value lay in words and greed, but it will cut you all the same. Maybe that was where she belonged; on a bed of the same cold cash that bought her in the first place. Not literally, but figuratively. He'd flashed her those pointed canines and kissed her hand like some fairytale. Her heart had nearly been won. A few dates out on the town in the most beautiful Aston Martin she'd ever seen and some long kisses good night had her taking the bait. And then, when nothing could possibly have gone better, he'd given her enough money to buy the world.
But you can't buy someone's love. You can't buy their time, or waking up next to them in the morning and just lounging about the house. He'd given her enough money to buy everything but that. And because of this haunting fact, all the money in the world was suddenly just paper.