Come With Me

Chapter 1, Part 3

     I laughed hesitantly.  “Are you that nervous that your parents are going to come home early?

     She tilted her shoulder up.  “No, I just want to make sure the idea is out of our heads.  Come on,” She started walking to her room, gesturing for me to follow, “why don’t you show me what else you brought…”

     The beige carpet in her house crunched as I walked down her narrow, poorly-lit hallway.  But when I padded into her room, the carpet was a soft black.  She was sitting on her bed, holding a fuzzy, vibrant red, velvet box.  This was actually the first time I was in her room; she always wanted to hook up with me in public. 

     “I like your curtains…” I offered. 

     She disregarded me.  “Matt, would you be a sweet and lock the door?  It won’t stay closed otherwise.”  She tossed me another key that she removed from the box.  It was another antique one, and it locked with a loud thud. 

     When I turned around, Tiffany’s shirt was off and she was chewing on her hair.  “Now you swallow it.”  She giggled. 

     I raised my eyebrows.  “Sw-swallow it?”  I attempted to laugh.  “Come on, Tiffany.”

     Her playful done dissipated all too quickly.  “Just do it.”

     I started to shake my head.  “This is crazy…”  She hopped off the bed and tiptoed towards me, her eyes seductive now.  She folded her hands behind her back and bounced up and down. 

     “May I have the key?”  She asked sweetly.

     “Why certainly, ma’am.”  I played along, handing her the key with a swish of my hand.

     She studied it, and then jammed it into my mouth.  I gagged and started coughing.  She pinched my nose closed and blocked my mouth with her hand.  She pushed me down a little bit; she was freakishly strong.  My eyes started watering and my lungs were dry heaving. 

     “Shallow it.”  She repeated.  The cold metal burned my mouth and refused to go down my throat.  If my fingers weren’t stuck under her knees, they would have been tearing her hands away from my face.  “Come on, Matt,”  she mocked me, “you can do it.”

     The key finally went down my throat.  It felt like it was being pulled down by a scratchy string.  “Good.”  She smirked, and then freed my face. 

     Air flowed down my windpipe like water rushing down a drain.  I coughed like an asthmatic, and my heart fluttered.  “What… the hell…”  I puffed.  The key felt like dry ice in my gut.