stl: avenged sevenfold, 'a little piece of heaven'
ps- this one...is a smidge more dark than those previous. okay, who the fk am i kidding-- it's dark. so dark there is no light whatsoever. you've been warned.
Oh, this was fun. This was very, very fun.
Out of the thousands of women he'd had in his bed, in hotel beds, on the stairs of the subway, he couldn't remember a single one who rolled their hips quite like she did while riding him. Though she was good, so fucking good, there was nothing else particularly remarkable or interesting about her-- at best, she rivaled a D-list porn star. One that would be the shining starlet in her own personal snuff film that would spread like wildfire through the Asian underground while her body went to Hell in a nameless desert outside Las Vegas.
The camera whirred as he zoomed in on her face, pearl white teeth clamped on a scarlet painted lip.
He wrapped his free arm around her waist, effectively changing positions without missing a stroke. He panned the frame out again, capturing her tawny body once again in the little screen and fading daylight. He smirked as she thrust her hips against him, begging him to move-- he was having none of that. This, this voyeurism was too much; the rise and fall of her chest, her desperate moans and frustrated whimpers were the most exquisite sound he had ever heard.
"Just like that, baby." He guided her hand to her breast. He had to hand it to her-- the girl knew how to act. He watched her on the screen for a while, purring promises of one more night, telling her outright she should have tried for stardom. Amused giggles filled the air and he quickly lost interest. A frown creased his face.
"It's a shame, really," He pressed his hand flat along her belly, steadying her and placing the still running camera on the night stand. "You're quite possibly my favorite. But, I'll always have this."
His smile turned deadly as he leaned forward, kissing her roughly. "Unfortunately, you won't get to see the finished product."
Her brow furrowed in silent question as his fingers snaked around her neck. He applied the lightest of pressure. "You'll be dead."
The giggling turned to a nervous tittering as he tightened his grip; fear swept across her face when reality finally came crashing down. Oh yeah, sweetheart, I'm fucking serious. He closed his eyes and immersed himself in the sensation of her death, the way her breath came in short, terrified gasps when he allowed, and the ecstasy she provided when her body spasmed around him.
The moon had risen when he decided he'd had enough.
His teeth cut into her flesh at random intervals, his throat flooded with the burning liquid. Once she was good and dead, he rolled off of her and lit a cigarette, the horrible human habit that that was. But for as long as it lasted, that flame, the nicotine, made him feel a little more normal, a little less fucked up. He looked back at his bed mate, her hazel eyes opened wide in fear.
He'd have to get rid of the body.
But first... another smoke.