Bleeding Roses

Chapter One

A/N: Hey guys i would like to sincerely thank you first of all for reading my book and voting for it. This is the first chapter of my book. Since I am using my phone the italics and bold are not working well. so to avoid confusion I have used single inverted commas for the parts where the person is talking in his head and double inverted commas for the parts where he is actually conversing. I hope you will enjoy this chapter.

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He walks back and forth. The blonde lying on his working table, tied up hands and feet watches his every move. He pulls off his tie hangs it near the door and takes off his black jacket. This is a strange room they are in and the temperature in here is lower than outside. She lies naked on the table, cold in skin but her inside radiating intense heat. Maybe because of strength with which hormones are pumped in her bloodstream.

"Is this a game?" she asks softly, lust hanging in each word. This man with dark hair and blue eyes was undeniably attractive in his manners and had her under his spell the moment she laid eyes on him.

"I am going to his bed tonight" she had said to her friend back in the bar.

and now she was here, not in his bed but, naked, in his...what is this place, dungeon maybe!?

"Are you into BDSM kind of thing?" she asks teasing him as he approaches her. He leans inward as if taking a nice look at her face then chuckles.

"No, i am into something more interesting" he smiles coldly.

He walks away to somewhere out of blonde's periphery of sight. She hears him open..a drawer may be.

He picks up something and walks back to her. She smiles enthusiastically at him. But the moment she notices what he is holding a chill washes over her excitement.

"What do you want to do?" She asks nervously, "look we can play whatever way we want to but not with a butcher knife, okay?"

He looks at her, smirks and slowly draws the knife nearer to her face.

"What are you doing"? She asks hysterically, her breaths hastens, "put that knife away okay! untie me! I don't think i feel alright!"

"Shhhh! I want you to be quiet" he demands, "see Alice, you have got a really pretty face and i don't want to spoil it, slicing it from this ear to this" he runs the edge of the knife along the outline of her jaw from one ear to other.

The blonde, Alice finds herself shivering. Her heart pounding beneath her chest making it hard for her to breathe. Tears weld up in her eyes. she is in the wrong place with the wrong person.

"Now tell me,Alice, will you be quiet?"

"yes! yes" she whimpers, "please don't hurt me, please!"

He quietly nods and climbs over her, sitting astride and scans her body. He places the tip of knife in the little dip just below her neck between the two collar bones and drags it down smoothly, along the sternum, watching intently how her supple flesh dipped exquisitely at the touch of the metal. So lively, so delicate, all he has to do is give a little prick and see the blood gushing out, over her beautiful fair skin. That's why he always preferred fair toned blondes. Red looks so beautiful on them. He chuckles at his thoughts.

Alice lets out a shaky breathe, slightly relaxing. Maybe he isn't going to hurt her. May be this is some kind of psychotic foreplay he likes.

The cool metal comes to a stop just where her sternum ended. 'just a little prick' he tells himself, a child like excitement on his face.

"just a little prick" he thinks out loud.

"what?"

Her question is answered by a sharp pain as he digs the knife halfway through her flesh, fresh blood sprinting out of her body splashing over his face. The smell of the fresh blood feels good to him. 'just a little prick' he tells himself again. He didn't intend to kill her right away. He wanted to play a game.