Okay, this is going to be like, super horror-y, but yet romantic in some scary-as-hell way. SO be warned!
WARNING: THIS IS A HORROR LOVE STORY. NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART SO I CHALLENGE YOU TO READ IT!
You've been warned.
Disclaimer: Oh, I don't own Death Note or else I would have a character hooked on yogurt. :) yum…
Recommended song for reading: Strawberry Gashes by Jack Off Jill. Trust me, it will totally set the mood. Okay, that sounded wrong….I didn't mean it that way! *face palms*
My Forbidden Desire
I wanted attention. I craved for it. I needed it. I lived for it.
"I want you to scream for me," I heard as I felt the sharp, cold point of the knife brush itself against my skin as I was pushed against the wall in the dark room, the moonlight filtering through the newspapers filled with stories about L that covered the window, which was the only source of light in the room.
But would I really go this far to get it like this?
I screamed at the top of my lungs as I heard the maniacal laughter seemed like he was enjoying himself. Seemed? No. He was enjoying himself.
"Good. Now open your eyes. I want to watch your eyes. As they widen in fear. Agony. Pain. For me." He breathed into my ear, his voice like a deadly poison to me; a poison we both knew I couldn't resist.
I slowly opened my eyes, a pair of bright shining red ones, staring deeply into my steel gray ones.
Hell yes.
"Now, what would you want today?" he asked, eyes shining with pleasure in the moonlight; his black hair, more wild than usual.
"I want your attention," I whispered, my voice raspy.
"Is that all?" he asked, grinning like an evil genius he was.
I nodded.
"And what are you going to give to me?" he asked.
"The usual," I replied, smiling.
He chuckled. "Ah, my dear, I don't think that would be enough today," he said, taking my damp hair and twisting it around his finger. "If I give you what you want, I don't know if you're able to meet my standards."
"Just watch," I snapped back.
"If you insist," he said, as he took the knife, pulling it across my arm, its sharp pain, dulling my senses. I could feel my blood start to leak out as he licked some of it off of my body.
"Mmm, your blood tastes delicious. You've been eating strawberry jam previously haven't you?" he moaned in pleasure.
"Of c-course," I said, struggling a bit to breathe.
"Do you want more?" he asked his voice full of pleasure and desire.
"Yes," I whispered, longing for more.
"Then I want you to beg me for it. No, I want you to scream for it," he whispered. I shuddered as I felt his tongue brush against my ear.
"Please, more, please!" I yelled. I could feel his fingers claw my arms, eager for more as well.
"Scream my name, scream!" he yelled, laughing like a maniac.
The maniac he was.
"Please, BB!" I screamed in the darkness as I he pushed the knife deeper into my arm again.
The maniac I loved.
I knew I was going to hell. He knew he was too. But we knew we were going together, which made it all the more better.
A/N: Okay! :)
So that was just a bit of a preview for my next story. I know! I have all of these ideas for stories, and I'm like writing a chapter for each one! But if I ignore the ideas, I would lose them and I don't want to do that! Oo..(^.^)..oO
PLEASE REVIEW! And check out my other story and leave me a review for that! Thanks! :D
Sorry if it's short….