The Murder Weapon is always Love

Skeleton in my closet

'We all have secrets. And so must you. Shadows of the past reflected in your desperation for me. But don't worry, I will be here soon.'

'I don't usually....' you shake your head slightly, re thinking your next words. She smiles and your heart thuds faster in your ears. 'I mean- well you left this card..?' you hold out the room number, disappointed in yourself for the feeling that enveloped you when you had read it. She ignores the card and grabs your wrist, harsh fingers drawing deep purple marks from your skin.

'So you came.' the voice is glacial, slicing through you like a dagger. You are suddenly aware of your short dress and blush profusely, which she follows up with a casual smirk, eyes splitting you open.

'Um, well did you need the ca-' she cuts your hasty explanation off with a quiet laugh.

'You know full well why you are here,' the calm voice makes your squirm under her gaze as you wonder that turning round might actually be the only option here.

'I'm just here because.... what's your name,' you curse your rotten flirting skills as an amused expression flits across her face. And suddenly a hand curves round your waist and the door closes with you trapped inside.

'You do not need to know my name.' Cold hands soft on your breasts, working the dress up over your shoulders and slipping across your skin. 

'I can't.....' the sentence fails and hangs in the air as a sharp gasp escapes from your lips.

The dress slips to the floor and you have no time to complain as strong hands shove you against the door and lips meet yours. She grabs your waist and throws you on the bed, fingers closing around your throat as she slips a hand down between your legs. The smell of perfume and sweat is overwhelming as you feel the pleasure start to spread through you with a single touch. The hand on your throat slips to cover your mouth as a moan echoes around the room.

Her fingers speed up and you close your legs, unable to bear the rush of pleasure. Lips kiss down your tits and across your waist until she reaches her fingers and starts pulling your legs further apart, pleasuring you with her licks and sucks. 

As she stands up, you reach out desperate hands for her but she returns all too slowly with ice from the bucket by her bed. A cold feeling spreads between your thighs and you cry out. How could you have let yourself sleep with this girl when what you needed was a husband? And how could you let yourself enjoy it?

As your cries get louder, you are suddenly aware of a rush of footsteps down the corridors.

'Quick!' she hisses, jumping up and shoving you in her closet as she smooths down her dress. Three sharp knocks on the room door sound out and you pull the door closed, crouching down in the darkness. But something else already inhabits this closet. Something cold and silver and dangerous tumbles into your lap from a side compartment. A gun. Why would she have a gun....