The Death Game

Chapter 4

-Later that night-

She felt her warm blood pumping through her cold body with every step she took, closing in the gap with the stranger she had centered on. The man was leaning against a cold dark wall outside an old looking pub in a darkened alley with only the sound of laughter and music filling the air. Juliet was now a few feet away from him, she could see him looking straight at her, observing her from head to toe, from the corner of his eye. She was now close enough to make a perfect description of him.

He had a lean but fairly muscular frame. He looked relaxed, almost at ease even with his large arms folded properly against his chest. His bloodshot eyes were a bright forest green and his dirty butternut hair was slicked back and shaven on the sides. A large devil's trap necklace was tied tight around his strong neck.

As she walked towards the man, she took a cigarette from her purse and made it seem as if she was interested in some of his fire.

''Evening handsome.'' Juliet announced sticking her lips a few inches from his face.

The man chuckled and put his left hand in his back pocket, taking out a black and white lighter and lighting her small cigarette as the same time as his.

''Evening 'mam.'' he answered with a gruff Irish accent, taking a puff from his cigarette.

''Think I'm old enough to be called 'mam?'' Waters replied in a joking manner.

Both started a small conversation and it ended by going back inside the pub and ordering a few rounds of beer throughout the night. Juliet's emotion changed from child-like fun to seriousness when the handsome Irish stranger proposed something that got her attention, something she had been waiting for all night long. ''How about I take you back home eh?''.

Finally. Anything to have fun. Anything to not be bored. Everything, even just having sex with a stranger would be enough for her to forget about her urges.

Would tonight be the night where all her bottled up urges would unleash and be spread free into the midnight's air? Will she suddenly slit someones throat open out of the blue? Let's hope not.

-A few car rides and streets later-

13th floor, the lift finally stopped. It's your lucky day, son. Getting out of the lift and now standing in front of his door. One more step to victory. One more step to joy and finally to peace and serenity. He fumbled the key into the lock, his hand slipping. He managed to get the key into the lock and looked back at the woman behind him, giving her a drunken smile. Too drunk to comprehend her intentions and realize her sudden change of character, he shrugged and opened the door wide open to let Miss Waters pass in front of him.

She barely had the time to take off her jacket off of her frail shoulders or even give a quick look to his flat, that the stranger already had her pinned against the wall, hands full of her soft brown hair. His muscular body pinned her against the wall, they were already starting to remove each other's clothes. In under five minutes both were already in their underwear.

She pushed him unto the bed and let himself sink into the mattress. Straddling his lip, his hands went from her nude waist to her soft, fragile thighs. He lifted his head up to kiss her but she caught him by surprise and pushed down on his shoulder, locking him beneath her. She slowly bent down to kiss him with her full lips. She kissed her way down his throat, slowly making sure to leave a few visible love bites. She kissed his collar bone and collar bone piercings, making her way down his stomach, she stopped at his waist and slowly pulled off his boxer briefs.

He hissed in pleasure when the woman came back up and her now fully naked body straddled his lap. A woman, a simple woman he had picked off the street, was the one dominating him, he was powerless. He couldn't believe he was letting this happen, but he seemed to be enjoying it too much to stop her. The pleasure was too much to resit, but then again, she was a dominatrix. The girl crawled back up and kissed him, he pulled her closer to him as he pulled a condom out of the drawer next to the bed. After securing his package, she slowly pushed down unto him, until he was deep inside her.

He grabbed her waist and thrusted quickly inside her, making her moan loudly. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, the pleasure was too much to handle. Having had enough of her telling him what to do, he rolled her over on her back. With each thrust inside her came out small yelps and moans. Both could feel the ball in their stomach growing, they both were close to the end. She quickly pulled him in for a kiss but she felt his lips touch, peck and suck at her neck gently, making her moan. The Irish groaned out his release and at the same time all she could see for a second were stars. Bright white stars were blinding her vision as she could feel herself reaching climax. 

It was over. Juliet kissed him softly before he pulled out of her and laid panting quickly next to her. He pulled her close to him. It was over. It was all over, her plan of managing to forget about her urges had worked. She had forgotten about the blood, all that blood she could have been splashing all over the walls of someone's house. The sweet smell of blood, the smell of metal, more like copper, filling her nostrils. And the screams, oh the screams...music to her ears.

He pulled her closer. Closer to the darkness. She suddenly felt this old and familiar feeling wash all over her body. It was pain, loss and insanity. She was surrounded by it.  Born in it, raised in it and molded by it. The urges hit her one more time.

She pulled him closer. Closer to his death.

-Next morning-

When Juliet awoke, it was around five in the morning, she knew exactly what she had to do. Fight the urge, fight the urge, fight it she kept telling herself. It wasn't working. Since last night, in bed, all she had been thinking about is the blood pumping through the man's body. That's all she had heard at night, the sound of the blood gushing through his veins. The sound had kept her up all night long. She hadn't slept one bit and was indeed on edge. She could hear everything single sound around her louder than they should be. Ticking, breathing, beeping, every single sound in the room appeared a hundred times louder than they should normally be. All she wanted to do was scream. Scream for all of it, all of this to stop.

Oh, if only it was that easy.

She went around the flat as if it was her. Knowing what she needed to do, she had put on her black leather gloves as soon as she had woken up. She was quiet as a mouse and made sure not to wake up the man peacefully sleeping in the bed. She carefully spent four hours cleaning every single corner, every single spot and visible surfaces, she could find. The loft was now spotless. But not for long. She had put back on her clothes from the day before, she carefully put her wild dark brown hair into a tight bun. Her jacket was tightly closed with a red leather belt.

It was now nine in the morning and the man had woken up, his tired and puffy eyes were red from tiredness and his voice was hoarse from just waking up. His beautiful hair looked like someone had put some fireworks in his coiffure. Chunks were sticking up and down in every sense of term, even some loose curls were visible at the bottom of his long butternut hair. He gave her a nice morning smile.

''Hello, sweetie.'' he said with a rough voice.

''Goodbye, sweetie.'' Juliet answered giving him a wide smile as she pulled an M1911 at of her purse and blew his brains out. The young man fell back down on the bed, leaving behind him a huge splatter of blood on the headboard. What a mess, all the bed sheets were covered in blood and brains. Amazing.

What a mess. Juliet Waters carefully placed the used gun into his cold, dead hands. She took her old fashioned umbrella, unlocked the door and walked out. What a mess.

Image who would have to clean all this mess up.