Disclaimer: I don't own D Gray Man or any of its characters.
Her Little Doll
She was wearing red. The color of blood. Of fire. Of sunsets and roses.
Of passion. Of love.
Dancing around him, danced for him, flowing over him as smooth as silk. Light as a feather. Clear as crystal.
Her voice was sweeter than honey, coated with chocolate and vanilla.
There were times he almost fell for her lovely voice.
Only to awake from his dream-like state.
Then, she started singing for him. Humming a tune in his ear, her mouth nipping at soft skin.
Just to see him flinch.
And his eyes almost pleading for her to stop.
Can't stop, she would say, smiling cheerfully at his distress.
She was not human. She was something more.
Something less.
A hand snaked across his shoulders, pulling him up close to her.
He unwillingly shuddered against her so cold, cold touch. He wanted to tear his eyes away from her, get away from her.
She wasn't meant to be seen, for him to see her.
He tried to move, to run, to scream.
But she held him spellbound, frozen and helpless to her whims.
Her lips parted and a tongue darted out hungrily. She breathed into his neck, purring contently, nuzzling her hair underneath his chin.
It was her joy to lavish kisses on him.
Once on the neck. Twice on his cheeks. Thrice on his nose.
It was irresistible. She wanted more. More of him. She wanted everything from him.
His mind.
His heart.
His soul.
But he was stubborn and unrelenting.
It took her a lot of patience not to scream and break him. For he was very fragile. One snap and it would all be over.
So she doesn't.
She loves him too much.
He is too much fun to play with.
For a doll like him to be broken.
She grabbed his chin, lifting it, gazing deeply into his eyes, almost panting with anticipation.
By then, it was too late for him.
He was so intoxicated with her perfume and dizzy with the motion of her dance.
That he didn't realize that her slender fingers were coming up to his neck.