The sun was starting to set and an emerald glow blanketed the sky. Sands left his dirty handicraft to the janitor's cleaning… the man got paid to clean rooms, right? What was a little blood and a bluing body? He drew in a deep breath of the humidified air and looked intently down both directions once out of the building, and shoved his envelopes inside his leather coat's pockets as he reached in for his unfiltered cigarettes. A few blocks down the road had his eyes' attention, quite a beauty. Sands strode off toward it and suspiciously looked over his shoulder before jacking open the door and hopping into the antique thunderbird. He pulled a few wires and made off into the breeze and down some abandoned streets and allies until he was long lost in the wilderness, nothing but the rolling plains, a smattering of cornfields and a sparse dotting of trees.
Sands slipped his leather-gloved hand out the window, and the spoon dropped from the false arm, and clanked loudly onto the pavement, and the metal handle snagged and seared into the hind-wheel tire. WHOOSH- … the car spun out.
"Fuck!" Sands muttered before his mind sunk into a black… then blank oblivion.
Then flashes and flickers came… zig-zags of nothing etched through his mind. A light bolt of colour here… some red dots… how long had he been out? Had he come to?
"OH," he groaned and saw the most stunning figure appear before him. Surely he'd died and gone to Heaven, or else he'd made one hell of a deal with the Devil. "Are you- trying to give me a boner?" Sands muttered and grabbed for his cock.
A gun came barrel-ended at him. "Is it working?" Oceane teased and slowly stepped in closer to him until he could feel the silencer against the protrusion of his neck.
Fear could make you see anything when harnessed properly. Sands never saw the possibility of death, but the intoxicating danger… and his eyes looked lustfully to Oceane, as if seeing her for the first time, naked in all her glory before his feasting gaze. "You tell me sugar-butt." He smirked ever so slightly.
"Shut your eyes… shut your eyes and I'll tell you," her voice seductively lulled at his mind, and he closed his eyes, but as he opened them again… he did open them? Panic struck- he opened his eyes, surely he did, but no sight came. Nothing. Nothing came, except for a powerful blow, one after another… and not to the proper head… an intense throbbing to his skull.