BloodKiss

Chapter 16

My ankles were fettered to the wall and I struggled to remove them. Alöpé clapped her hands and walked out, disappearing into the walls. Out stepped a slim young woman with extreme ginger curls. She was dressed in a pink tank with a blue one underneath, a black sparkly ballerina skirt, and knee-high socks. Tattoos designed on her porcelain skin suited her body well and she had a piercing attached in her lower lip.
I instantly recognized the woman.
"Lucie?" I breathlessly asked.
She nodded and giggled.
"Yes. I'm that new mannequin in the shop. Your schizophrenia brought me to life and now I feel free from being just plastic."
She raised her arm and beckoned me.
"Come. Touch me...I don't bite."
Carefully I placed my hand in hers and stroked the softness. Her body was warm and silky; the fuzziness of a ripe peach. Lucie pulled off her tanks and her small breasts spring free, her pink nipples already hard. She grabs my hands and places them on her mounds.
"Mini Lucie likes the way you feel against her," she said.
Mini Lucie?
Just at that moment her breasts sucked my hands into her bosom, the parasite nursing on my pain. She laughed and bit her lips, her fingers fondling her clitoris.
"Just relax and let her make you happy," she coyly assures. I groaned from the wrenching sensation the parasite feeding upon my hands was giving me. Swaying side to side, my head light, nausea hit me like waves crashing over jagged rocks and the saltiness of the water tasted offensive; an loathsome brew of earwax and urine.
Extending her neck, Lucie cracked open her throat, revealing rows and rows of serrated fangs and plunged them into my arm. A long, haunting scream escaped my lungs; agony consumes me whole and I shove my fist in her belly, punching her when vermilion bursts through, splashing on me. I detach her neck-jaw from my arm and snapped her head in half, demolishing her face. Her facial muscles spasmed uncontrollably as she convulses, bones exposed to my naked eyes.
"That feels...goooood," she croaked.
"Hope you came," I added, stomping in her mangled face.

I was led out of the squishy chamber, soaked in blood and guts, an insane smile on my lips.
"You certainly can be violent," said one of the guards. Turning my head at him, I menacingly held the bloody innards and deposit them at their toeless feet.
"Enjoy your meal," I sarcastically announced, walking away.
"Fucking bastards."