Thrown into a world of darkness. Sadly everyone it's just reality. This is dark and sinister and a little bit insane. Not for the faint hearted and not for weak. I love you avid readers. Enjoy and Review my loves. [LittlEm]

" Tell me I'm crazy- maybe I'll love you more…"

My little gloved hand stroked down his cheek as his eyes begged for me to release him. Tied to his bed by a pathetic amount of rope- you would think a man would have the strength too break free, apparently not.

"Go on, I dare you… Tell me I'm crazy… See if you can make me stop puddin'"

He opened his chapped mouth to speak; a little hoarse whispered emerged from within…

"You're crazy Daphne- you're fucking CRAZY!"

"Oh…" I could feel the blood rushing around my body as my head whirred in amazement- he'd actually called me crazy….

Oh I wasn't crazy… Nuh uh.

"I didn't work baby… I'm sorry… I just don't love you no more sugar…"

I straddled his hips slowly watching his pupils dilate. I could feel his muscled body struggling underneath me; I could see his wrists finally trying to break free of the bonds that kept him tied.

"It's alright sweetie- I thought that you might think I was crazy, I might have slipped a little poison into your coffee... that's why you're probably feeling a little queasy and light headed. It's why I tied you down… it's for your own good baby…"

He looked around aimlessly- completely lost for breath and for words. I knew he could feel it kicking in- his heart would beat hard and fast now. It would feel like an adrenaline high- but it would be much deadlier. I enjoyed straddling him because it gave an intimate and close personal touch- plus it meant I could get a nice view of his demise.

I also knew that when he gets an adrenaline high he needs a fuck- a theme park was always fun with this one.

So I decided to savour the last erection he was ever going to get.

I mean someone had to didn't they? So it might as well be me…

His lips had now closed- only to try and prevent the foam from seeping from his lips. But it would not stop it. His body started convulsing under me and his eyes rolled back into his head- all I could do was sit over him and watch- savouring each part of his soul as it left his body. His member was now fully erect and throbbing by my arse- it was made more humorous as he now obviously had no control over his bodily functions.

I smoothed back a strand of his hair that had come across his forehead as his body went completely limp beneath me- moving to the right hand side of him I smoothed over his cheek with the thumb of my right hand as I crouched next to him…

"Sorry baby- but I'm just not crazy…"

I left his apartment and dumped in a massive bin the blonde wig that I had been wearing for the entirety of the time I'd been fucking him.

I mean who am I kidding? I didn't want him knowing everything about me. Jesus, I don't want anyone knowing everything about me.

Why are men never allowed to touch a girl's hair, huh? Because some of them are fucking wearing wigs.

Walking down the street that was two turns from his apartment I rolled over in my mind how he'd never quibbled about not being able to touch- let alone pull my hair. Did he really never suspect this? My god he was fucking dense…

I ruffled through the short dyed brown hair- and the turquoise streak- that covered my scalp. Everyone turned a glance my way because of the streak in my hair, but for no other reason. When you're small, you are agile and you can blend into crowds and never be the suspect.

I would never be the suspect in this case- different hair colour- eye colour- skin tone. Plus he'd never mentioned me to anyone, I mean he couldn't, he had a girlfriend.

I walked through the high street and darted into a shop to grab a little dress and a long baggy shirt, changes of underwear. Checking into the hotel at the very end of the high street I went the room and jumped straight into the shower after removing the contacts and flushing them. I watched as around my feet the orange and brown of my tan collided and blended with the water- it looked disgusting and that had been on my skin.

I picked up the bar of soap and rubbed it over my skin, from over my shoulders and down over my breasts and down over my stomach- my thighs and calves. Every inch of me dowsed in soap to clean off all the tan. I hated that tan and I was glad to be rid of it.

I was glad to be rid of him; I mean he thought I was crazy didn't he?

I'm just not crazy….