Alison walked into the bar around eleven o'clock. A smile played on his face as he looked at all those people. They were her potential victims, and she was fully aware of it. In her short black dress she paraded down to the bar. She barely entered and already attracted a few glances from men and even women. She was beautiful and sensual. People were attracted to her, not only for her beauty but for the energy she conveyed. An obscure and mysterious energy.
She was like a demon. Not those horrible horned demons that exist to scare the kids. Alison was that kind of demon that attracted you with a touch, a gesture, her manner of speaking, her beauty. She was like a black widow who seduced and tried her victims in every possible way. The woman got what she wanted and then her victim became disposable.
Alison did not just kill for money. She killed for sport. She killed for pleasure. She was almost like a hunter, and at that moment she was surrounded by little lambs, ready to fall into her web.
Underneath that beautiful dress was sin itself. She was her own temptation and looked at every person in that place, offering them a game. The game of the prey and the hunter. Alison sat casually on one of the bar stools. She ordered a Martini and waited patiently. She knew what was coming next. A prey would approach her for several different reasons. Some of the fangs came to her out of curiosity. Others for their beauty and their body. Some of them thought Alison was a prey, and others just wanted to try to find out something about her. To Alison, all her fangs were always predictable. She really missed some challenge. Of a more challenging prey. Yes, she did.
The brunette smiled when she felt someone sitting next to her. She sensuously tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, drawing a wicked grin. The man in question had a peculiar scent of clove, cinnamon, and wood. Alison crossed her legs and heard the man order a beer, she waited patiently for him to hit her. She knew he would, sooner or later.
" Hello! What does a girl as beautiful as you do in a place like this? "The man said in an attempt to get her attention, then Alison began to pretend she was falling into his.
"I came here to have some fun," she replied and her attention went to the bartender who handed her drink. "Thank you," she told the bartender.
"I wonder if a beauty like you is here alone." The dark-haired man in front of him smiled mischievously.
"Well, now I'm not alone," she said, sounding suggestive, and the man smirked at her as if he were a piece of meat.
In his mind, Alison already planned a way to torture him, before killing him. She would use it, then torture it and ultimately discard it. She loved it and doing it was extremely pleasurable.
It was an intense night for the man Alison found out to be called Joe. He lived the entire life in Hope County and his home was in Falls End. They talked about his life. This was the second leg of Alison's game. She would let her victim talk about anything she wanted. Then her victim would tell her everything about her life, while Alison would only listen and never talked about herself or when it was necessary she would make up a story for that person to talk about.
Then they danced in one corner ignoring other people. She discovered that he was married, but his wife left him to follow the Gate of Eden. Alison noticed that although the rustic man in front of him appeared to be strong, he was broken and bruised because of his wife.
So she used his weakness in her favor. He needed love and attention, so Alison would give it to him for a few moments and then the two would spend the whole night together giving each other pleasure. Then came the part she liked best.
She danced sensually with the same. He was already drunk. Drunk not just drink. He was drunk on Alison. Alison made him drunk with his presence, his touch, his speech, and his smile.
And after they danced she pulled the same for a kiss. And at that moment the third stage of the game began. The third step was the kiss of death, for at that very moment he had made a pact with the devil. The pact was a whole night of pleasure and he did. Joe made his choice and his fate was sealed. Alison smiled shortly after the kiss.
(...)
Alison was pulling him through the corridors. She was pulling him into that dark room. All the time with a smile on his lips. She pulled him into a long kiss and pushed him to bed. She stood over him capturing his lips again. In the back Joe could feel he was lost. This was the fourth step.
(...)
In the fifth step, after pleasure comes pain for prey. Joe was tied to the bed and she gave him a scary look. She opened the case and picked up a machete. Approaching the same one that was gagged.
"It's not me, it's you!" She said. "People like me are better than people like you. "She said, running a hand over his cock.
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"I'm amazing, do you know why?" She questioned him and laughed when she realized she could not speak. "Because I have no inhibitions. I follow my primitive instincts. I'm not ashamed or afraid if I get my hands dirty. I am the goddess of death. "Alison spoke with adoration in her words. She was idolizing.
"I am in the center and I renounce you as cattle and then I slaughter you. Does that make me a bad one? "She asked smiling.
Joe nodded at her with the obvious fear in his eyes.
Alison grabbed his cock and cut it.
Joe screamed in pain and Alison laughed. Blood splashed on his face and his. She screamed in excitement as she felt the blood. " This is fantastic. The sixth stage is something incredible. "
"You know Joe, I came to this pathetic place to help my father. I gotta get these bastards out of the Gate of Eden out of their way. I knew this group has a leader, does he want to play with me too? "Alison takes out Joe's gag.
"You sick bitch." That was the first thing he said.
"Wow, you hurt my feelings," Alison mocked. "Joe, we were being polite to each other, but you have to ruin everything. Um, now hear me, "she ordered, laying down beside him.
"You know there was a time in my life that I was lost. It was after my mother left, cursing my family. I blamed myself for a long time and it made me lost. Yet this has shown me my true place. "
" What? How? "He asked curiously with the story.
"No, why are not you worthy!" She said coldly.
Then Alison turned and continued to torture the man.
(...)
"Now tell me that the angel of death is mowing your soul," Alison ordered.
"The angel of death is harvesting my soul," Joe says with no strength to resist.
Alison stepped closer to him and thrust her dagger into his heart. She gave him three thrusts and watched with delight as the life came out of his eyes and his body was inert.
Your father came into the room right now.
"Damn! You messed up the room if you were staying!" He said annoyed. "You've had a good time, now that we've figured out a plan to screw those bastards"
"Sure, Dad, I'm satisfied." She replied with a smile.
He looked at all the killing. "You're my pride, Alison."
Note: Hello guys!
This chapter of today serves to show a little of Alison's insanity.
Like I said I'm trying to create a perfect Antichrist or at least a good one.
And a song inspired me a little the name of the song is Poison, by singer Alice Cooper.
