Sacrificial Darling

Welcome to the circle, darling

I didn't know what I was expecting to see. The most generic thing I could guess was some huge, horrific looking monster with jagged, blood stained, yellow teeth and bulging eyes that would crawl up from the floor with fire underneath. Maybe nasty looking claws and saliva dripping from its mouth, all ready to eat me. Multiple arms and legs, maybe more than one head?  That all sounds pretty reasonable right? It could've been anything, and it wouldn't have really been unexpected. A monster's a monster, there's only so many ways a demon can look. 

What I didn't expect some tall vivacious woman to casually step out of the elevator at the back of the room, though. 

The woman didn't look any different from any other human. She was tall, but that was about it. She had olive skin without a blemish to be seen, and she was insanely shapely. I personally am not one for women, not really anyway, but I do call it like I see it. Her top didn't help with hiding her enormous breasts and she had a perfect hourglass figure, like she was photo-shopped for real life. She wasn't even dressed any kind of special, scary way. No human skull necklace or earrings made out of teeth, not even close. She had on a black crop top, worn out looking jeans, and heels with a black choker and silver hoop earrings. She had long, curly pitch black hair that was shaved on one side and a pair of bright yellow eyes. Though, I did notice that one of her eyes had a deep looking gash over it, and it was way lighter than the other. Was she blind? I couldn't help but wonder about what happened... 

"Cat got your tongue, red?" 

I was snapped out of my observations when I heard her talking to me. I didn't realize this woman was standing directly in front of me until she spoke, especially with that voice. You know what kind of voice I'm talking about. That low volume, sex talk kind of voice that you see on all kinds of seductive characters. The one you always think people have to force themselves to do? She had that voice, and I don't think she was forcing herself to talk like that. It seemed so natural, almost scarily natural. 

"Who are you?" I asked blankly. Honestly, I didn't know what else to say. At this point I'd gone from scared to confused very quickly. Wasn't I supposed to be dying? I turned around to the men who'd brought me into the building, and they were all staring at the woman just like I was. 

"Who the fuck is she?" I asked annoyed. I didn't spend the last month panicking in solitary confinement and writing out my mental will to get jerked around like this. Maybe I would've been better off trying to run after all. Same result, quicker execution... quite literally. 

"Don't turn your back on her!" Mr. Babycock hissed at me. I glared at him and opened my mouth to call him a plethora of different things, but that was until I felt a sharp pull on my wrist and I was spun back around. I didn't realize it straight away that this woman had pulled me into her arms, staring down at me with a smirk across her lightly glossed lips. 

"So you don't like to follow directions," she said, though she might as well had been purring at me. "That's really good to know. What's your name?" I tried to pull away but I wasn't going anywhere. Not only were my hands still tied up, she was already way bigger than me and she had a very unexpected amount of grip strength. Not to mention her long black nails were digging into my skin. 

"Zoey," I said, hoping it would get this lady to let me go. "Look okay, what the hell is going on here? I thought I was supposed to be dying!" The woman laughed as she loosened her grip, but she didn't let me go. Quite the contrary actually. 

"Hey!" I yelped as I felt her fingers sneaking their way under the strap of my dress, and her nails were dragging on my skin. "Stop, what the fuck are you doing!?" Despite my protest, this woman just kept feeling my up. She lifted my leg and caressed it at first, but very quickly moved on to scratching me. Not deeply, but enough for it to make my skin sting as she dragged her hand up and down on my leg. She snatched off my hat and pushed all of my hair out of the way as she leaned down and bit down hard on my neck, making me cry out. She wasn't biting hard enough for me to be bleeding, it was almost like she was trying to give me a hickey. I helplessly pounded my bound arms on her back and shoulders, but it didn't make her let up. In fact, it seemed to excite her as her mouth jumped to the crook between my neck and shoulder and attacked that area with bites as her hands sneaked completely up my dress, scratching my stomach and groping me. I was helpless against her and I knew it. I turned back to Mr. Babycock and his men, hoping they would help me or at least explain to me what the hell any of this had to do with me being sacrificed. 

"Help!" I screamed out. Most of the men stared down at the ground, some watched with perverted interest, and Mr. Babycock stared straight ahead, right past me. Almost like he was used to this! 

"Calm down red," my assailant whispered as she captured the lobe of my ear in her lips, making me shudder as she bit it then licked it. "Just relax, okay? I'm just having my first taste of you, before the real fun begins." 

When she said that, I felt like the air had been punched out of my lungs. My blood ran cold despite how much was entire body was on fire. When I looked up, I knew what I was looking at. 

A monster. 

A murderer. 

The demon. 

Looking up at her, she just smirked down at me with an eerie glow to her golden yellow eyes, as if a fire was burning behind them. 

"Welcome to the circle, darling."