APRICITY | SKZ

10 - The Siren pt.1| L.MH (!)

The night was young, and the parties were thriving. Drunk bodies rubbed against each other, the air was humid and smelled of beer, and the summer heat hadn't completely subsided yet.
Despite all these subjectively deterring conditions, nobody seemed to care.

Amidst the big crowd that formed a mess of limbs and cheers, a single female emerged, swaying from one foot to another. Her lipstick was still fiery red and her dress short, it hugged her at all the right places.

A small giggle escaped her mouth as she sashayed towards the bar, ordering yet another tequila.

"Hey, beautiful."

A deep voice called from her left, a big sweaty hand planting on her left thigh. She grinned, turning towards him with her nails tapping against the counter.

"You wanna come home with me?"

The scarcely dressed female imitated a playful hum, scrunching up her nose.

"Nah, maybe not today."

She giggled again when his hand travelled further up, and he leaned down, his face right in hers and his breath travelling down her neck. He squeezed.

He was at least twenty years older than her.

"Are you sure? I've had ones like you before."

"Hmh.", she nodded, putting her glass down.
"I do need a ride home though, is there perhaps any gentleman who would be willing to do so?"

"I know a place you can ride."
He chuckled, making her head fall back with more laughter.

"Alright then, ranger, lead the way."

His hand was right on her butt as he led her towards his car, the other fishing his pockets for his keys - he said it was to help her walk because she kept swaying around, that's how drunk she was. They entered his car and his hand found her thigh again.

"Tell me the directions, beautiful."

She nodded, her eyes taking in every detail outside the window eagerly.

A couple of minutes passed, with her leading the way and him driving. Of course, she noticed it.

"Take the next left, it's the last turn."

He didn't. He drove straight ahead.

Of course, she noticed it, the way his eyes have been raking up and down her body, undressing her, holding her down and causing marks and droplets of rain from her eyes, crawling beneath her skin and making her scream in agony, tugging at her hair until her scalp is bloody, using her until there is nothing left-

"You missed my turn."

Her voice, in contrast to before, held no humor as she turned to look at him, appearing sober.
He didn't say anything but stopped the car at the end of town, turning to wrap her hands with a rope he pulled from beneath her seat as he unbuckled his seatbelt.
"Try screaming, and you won't leave this setting alive."

"I said, you missed my turn."

All there was to hear from the outside was a muted bang from the car she emerged, grunting disappointed, suddenly every trace of alcohol was gone, as if she was never drunk to begin with.

"Fucking-",
She grimaced at the blood on her dress, it was completely ruined.
"I hate it when they make a mess."

The female tutted at his corpse, eyes still wide in terror, they were frozen in that state now, thanks to her.

She pulled out a paint brush that she'd hidden within the depths of her bra, pushing it into his chest where the blood was oozing out. She proceeded to scribble the word 'rapist' across the windshield of his car, adding a couple of numbers around it.