Lost Thoughts

Tigress Tamed? Or Untamed?

Tigress Tamed? Or untamed?

by Rose Roushima

Crrrgshh! Crrrgshh!

The newly bought 32-inches flat screen television begins to malfunction. Channels hastily shifting from one to another. Reception turning from a vivid video to yellow, then in a little while, retro. It stops.

Then, Crrrgshh! Crrrgshh! Moving pictures in the big screen are like having a race with a shooting star, impetuously changing scenes as if played in fast forward. Small dots of white, grey, and black begin to cover the screen, and in a moment, everything is in black.

Thud! Thug! Thud!

He begins to rap the brand new TV set, perplexed on the strange occurrence - the sudden blinking of the television altering channels and effects as he watch a noon-time show. Weird. It's a new one and the latest model.

Thud!

At last! Everything is back to normal. He turns his back from the television and went straight into his king bed where piles of pants, tee-shirts and undergarments are stock. Beside it is a traveling trunk wide open and half-occupied with his belongings. Baffled, he exhales deeply as he sit. Abysses sigh of frustration. He glances over the now-fine television.

This would be the last day I'll be using you in watching my favorite show. Right. My favorite show. This may help me loosen up a bit from my anxieties. But wait, this is not the right channel.

He held out his hand reaching for the remote control fixed on his bedside table. Pointing it after on the TV to change the channel, but to no avail. He tries to press the channel-changer button again. No result. He did the same thing again. But it's not changing.

O—kay? What's wrong with this appliance?! He did it again once, twice, thrice and again, for the last time. That's it! Its ticking me off! He presses the power button trying to turn the appliance off but it didn't work. Maybe the remote don't have a battery now. There's no need to buy a new one. I will be leaving tomorrow, anyway.

In total frustration, he begins to walk straight towards the television to unplug it. But halfway ahead its placement, he begins to observe the pictures in motion.

A familiar place came into view. He doesn't mind about it at first and continues on his steps. Until the monitor projects someone's face. A very familiar face. Then suddenly, he comes to a halt. Frozen he watch...

Her smiles so enticing that it captures everyone's attention. The batting of her thick long lashes captivates every impotent soul upon spellbound. Her shiny straight hair resembling the ebony she somersaults, bewitching all helpless creatures she encounters. Every glance of those beautiful grey eyes she has, deep with empowering attraction casting each individual. Cheeks innate with permanent glow of tinted flush. Complexion fairest than fair. People surrounding the enchanting beauty she holds, feebly hexed on it. Indisputably, upon her are the attributes of a goddess. Someone outwardly bound with utter beauty, masking her true nature. Camouflaging the firm disposition of darkness within her.

She lures every man to keep as slavish servants - bringing all her demands, giving what she pines, and when done with him, puts the person out of her life like a table napkin thrown in a bin, totally frayed with constant use. She's a heartless biatch, disregarding people, completely unmindful of the harm she brings them.

Like a spell, though, they never leave her side. One question only kept circling in their minds, "Where on earth did such individual get the supernatural beauty she has?" Despite being an untamed tigress she is, they like her being around. Friends on besiege, whom she herself never trusts. Instead, selfishly making use of them all.