Product of a Murder

Complicated Roses

"We've all got the power in our hands to kill, but most people are afraid to use it. The ones who aren't afraid. Control life itself."-Richard Ramirez

It seemed as if he controlled the world in those few moments, seeing her expression as he began leading her upstairs. Her beautiful eyes locked onto him and her pulse thrived underneath the skin of her neck, it made him wonder what went on through her mind. He simply wished he knew what she was thinking, yet she most likely had the wrong idea of what was about to happen.

With each step they took, her hand in his as he led her slowly away from the sound of violins and more into the dim-lit hall. His thoughts were focused on what he needed to do, on what he had kept failing to do. Earlier he had drugged her first drink at the table and now watched as the side effects begin, and she began to sway as they entered the hallway. Something about his bedroom taunted him, pulling him towards it even though his main plan was to lead her to the guest bedroom. Usually, he wasn't fond of messes and especially wasn't fond of anyone stepping foot in his sleeping chamber but for some reason, he seemed to ache with the want to see her against his sheets. He wanted to see how beautiful she was as she died, her blood against the sheets, the smell..oh the smell. His nostrils flared with the thought of how delicious it would smell, his hand tightened around hers and he imagined the warmth he would feel if he were to just lay beside her or maybe even hold her as she died. It was just messy..and not really his favorite thing.

"You're such a strange guy." She giggled as he opened his bedroom door and noticed that he had let go of her hand. Her words stopped him in midstep along with her wrapping her arms around his huge arm, he couldn't help but glance down at her. She seemed to have gotten so much older with the way she carried herself, her face wasn't as babyish as it had been but still showed hints. Her body, especially with the dress had definitely changed.

"and you're.."

"Never have I thought of you to be this way." She interrupted her hands going to his chest and he could tell the drugs had kicked in big time. The only reason he had even given them to her was to make her calm, comfortable never did he expect her to be...like this.

"And what are you speaking of Ms. Williams?" He continued to glance down at her and examined how small she was.

"Like this.." She gestured to his bedroom but didn't pay attention to its details. She only seemed to be focused on her hands as they slid their way down his abdomen. She didn't seem to notice the way his eyes closed, or how his jaw clenched and his nostrils flared. He had to change something up, he couldn't take it any longer as she began to undo his belt buckle.

"Ms. Williams, I led you up here for you to rest, not for you to fondle me." he said softly not trying to sound rude or mean but by the time she dug her hand into his pants he pinned her against the wall with her hands above her head. His jaw seemed to be clenched so hard and his eyes were glaring "Let me tell you something Mitka" His voice was beautiful and sweet but there was dominance in it. "You do not like me, you will never like me and you will never see me again after this night." He was going against everything he had wanted he couldn't go through with his plan anymore he just needed her to leave. "I'm going to take you to Graham's house," he let go of her and fixed himself.

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She was so confused, and in all honesty, she was pissed. What made him even ask for dinner? Why would he even take her upstairs and to his bedroom in the first place? She couldn't bare to even think about it anymore she snapped out of her thoughts and pushed him away the drugs kicking in more as she wobbled but seemed to somehow make it out the door. "I cannot believe I fell for this shit." She growled as she steadily went down the stairs. What was she thinking? She felt so stupid, so fragile minded and so weak. She felt him behind her as she continued to walk through the living room, Wine...dinner? What did he want? What did she even want? She didn't plan to have sex with this mysterious man and she knew she shouldn't have even made that move. He was so RUDE.