I met the her... the love of my life, Samira, on this day 23 years ago. My name is Demitre, 35 years of living in the lap of luxury my parents where filthy rich, born and raised by them in the heart of Manhattan. When my parents died I was 23, the company of course was passed to me and with that all the money I could ever wish for. Best part of the situation though was because of my new found wealth women would throw themselves at me young, old, tall, short all of them but they were all the same vanilla cut out of one another. I was getting bored, I mean I'm filthy rich should be able to get anyone I wish, this is when I met Samira. Samira and I met at some random night club when I was out with some business partners, in a crowd of people she stood out. Samira was special all right, men seemed to be afraid of her but I wasn't going to think into why, she was way to perfect to pass up, tall with a small waist, long ivory hair, olive skin and eyes that could kill. The relationship we had never changed expensive life, rough sex and jealous men, but that was just the beginning. 3 years together Samira and I where dressed in our best and ready for our anniversary dinner. Walking through the busy streets of the city with her hand in mine, I thought. After crossing the busy street I turned to look back and she was no where to be seen. Posters, posters every where it didn't help, police reports that would reach from here to the moon, still nothing. 10 years missing until our anniversary. Walking the same path from where I last seen my lovely Samira, I look up to see a small stand near an ally way as I got closer I could see the sign read "FrEaK ShOw".
That's odd I thought normally you wouldn't see something like that around here. A man or thee man that was controlling the tour approached me. "Helloooo sir welcome to the best freak show around would you mind a sight, for a small price you'll even get a peek at our newest attraction" I handed the man my money and he led me down the alley to a door that led to a hall resembling a prison. Dirt covered tile lined the floor with walls lined with sells, each sell had you're usual freak show attraction; fake, stupid and deformed. "Now prepare yourself for our newest attraction!" The man pulled back the curtain at the end of the hall to reveal a circular room and in the middle was a woman ,no not a woman a creature.
Tall and thin and naked, but they had no physical features just... outlines of features. Their body covered in marks and their one eye was covered with a patch. Turning around I see the man had left... I was alone with this creature. " Hello Demitre, miss me?" I could sense the smirk in their voice as they spoke, a voice that only one person has. "Samira... what happened to you it's been ten years?!" "So is that a yes you missed me, well I didn't miss you" "Samira why?" "Why did I leave? Well I was kidnapped that night but I was planning to leave you were just getting boring, I was just planning to go out with you one more time before I left, let you buy me something nice" "You had it so good with me why did you come here?!" "I told you I was kidnapped and trust me if I had it good with you I wouldn't have planned on leaving." I Slowly turned around to face her once again "What did they do to you?! You're skin and eye?!" "it's a wonder how powerful a little electricity can be"
"No no this it isn't happening you're lying you're not Samira you're not!" With that I ran out of the building with the evil echo of that creatures laughter.
I'm just now writing this because I'm 53 and on my death bed, my reputation would be ruined if I told anyone about this when I'm alive
