Well it would seem that my nightmares have once again erupted to claim me !!! I hope that, in this sharing, you can gain a shudder or two as well.......enjoy!
The Game
I look across the table, at the player I have chosen... It seems as if my mind is numb, all my emotions frozen. How did I come to be here, I never meant to stray... From the safety of my inner thoughts, I really wish I'd stayed away.
I watch as my companion, lays her hand upon the table... Her smirking look demanding, that I stop her if I'm able. Without a single glance around, looking deep within my eyes... She cuts her index finger off, and offers me this bloody prize.
What madness is possessing me, accepting that, which I despise... To take her lifeless offering, when I know it really can't be wise? Why must a part of each of us, be sacrificed and die... When all I really long to do, is lay between her parted thighs?
My horror escalating now, for I fear I know what is ahead... I think she has been teasing me, I can scarce contain my awful dread. A knowing look once again, accompanies her actions... This time it is her severed hand, she offers for my satisfaction.
Frantically I take my belt, and wrap it 'round her pulsing wrist... Oh Goddess there is so much blood, I give my belt an added twist! She chuckles deep within her throat, seems amused at my reaction... Dark eyes they seem to swallow me, providing me a brief distraction.
...And in the time it takes to blink, before I have a chance to think... I find myself in her embrace, she kisses me, then downs her drink. She motions me to take my seat, again I sit across from her... Blood and sweat smells sickly sweet, I'm shaken by what just occurred.
Others gather 'round our table, drawn like flies to rotten shit... I sense their hungry eyes upon us, won't someone put an end to it ? I glance again at my companion, my widened eyes can scarce believe... Is this the creature I admired, how could I have been so deceived?
I feel a sudden alteration, a change within the very air... She seems a sickly aberration, I find that I no longer care. Looking long into her eyes, I only see sly madness there... The emotion I mistook for passion, was really only her despair.
A glint of steel---a sudden movement, somehow I knew that this would come... I smell the stink of ruptured bowels, feel my life-force come un-done. She reaches deep within my breast, taking that which she desired... A part of me I once refused her, it is my heart she has acquired.
I feel a shudder as death takes me, her smirk the last thing that I see... Perhaps my dying will complete her, perhaps now she will let me be.
