I was issued a challenge. My challenge was to write a story so terribly morbid that it would make readers sick to their stomachs. It will be multi chaptered, and the writing style of the first chaper is meant to be off. It will all make sense later. I hope I delivered.
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In the dark corner of a dirty room, Lily sat leaning against a wall with a content smile on her young face.This room was her happy place, somewhere where she could relax and have fun. Idly she stroked her wrist through the long sleeves of her creme colored sweater, and hummed a fast paced waltz.
Lily was deep in thought. She thought of what to do on this dreary Saturday night, and with a small giggle she rose, her decision made.
Slowly, she danced her way to the door of the filthy room, exiting to a hallway bright with lamplight. Snugly shutting the white door behind her, she left the dark room to return to a seemingly normal residence.
Lily quickly changed, sliding on a tight, long sleeved backless blue mini dress, and her highest stiletto heels. She glanced in her mirror, giving her long blonde hair a quick shake, and grabbed her bag to walk out the door.
Just a few doors down from her flat, a small bar throbbed with life. It was dark, desolate, and jammed with people who all fit right in with the don't ask don't tell reputation. Lily prowls in, and many a jaw hit the floor at the sight of the lithe blonde bomshell with the remarkable eyes.
Before Lily knew what was happening, men surrounded her, brushing against her skin and offering her drinks. She gave small smiles and politely turned down each offer, though she licked her pale lips at the proposal.
Taking a seat at the bar, she orders a drink and surveys her options, mind racing too fast to follow. She sees a good target in the corner, alone, attractive, and trustable.
Putting on her deadly goregous smile, she prowls over to him, the fluidity of her motion giving her walk the grace of a panther. He looks up at her, and a deep flush comes to his face.
"Mind if I sit here?" Lily asked in a quiet seductive voice. "My name is Lily."
The man shakes himself, squaring off his shoulders, and says, wih a small drunken slurr, "My name's Claude. And what brings such a pretty little thing over my way?"
Pouting slightly, Lily giggles. "Why wouldn't I?" She leaned forward and whispered something in his ear, and stood up and left the bar throwing a quick look over her shoulder.
Claude inhaled his drink, slamming the empty glass back down along with money, and dashed after Lily.
Out on the street, he sees her walking in the shadows, back towards the aforementioned flat. he stumbles over a curb, and after her. As he approaches the flat, he notices the door is open and a paper with a lip print on it lays before it, reading "Come in, and I'll show you my idea of a good time"
With a chuckle, he slips in the doorway, and due to his intoxication fails to notice the door creaking shut behind him. He hears a low, breathy chuckle from across the house, and walks towards it,calling "Come on now honey, don't make me beg."
He moves through an average living room and kitchen, and makes his way down a hall. He opens the door to his left, and sees Lily, sprawled across a litle red couch.
She looks up at him, biting her lip, and crooks a finger, beckoning. Claude walks towards Lily, and Lily's heart starts racing, adrenaine pumping through her veins in preperation for the night.
Claude stares at Lily's lips, once pale but now adorned with a plum colored lipstick. He places a hand on her waist. "Now isn't this a bit sudden? It isn't every day when a hot chick walks up to you and then runs off, expecting a chase."
Lily doesn't answer, just giggles and tilts her head back, laughter now falling like rich raindrops. Claude pulls her closer, and presses his lips to hers, and as he does he falls limp to the floor.
Lily kickes his unconsious body away, wiping off her mouth in mild disgust as she does. She blots off the lipstick laced with choral hydrate, a volatile sedative that she herself had an uncanny immunity to.
Grabbing the body by the shoulder, Lily hauled it down the hall and throught the impecable white door to the filthy room beyond. The wretchedness of the room was due on part to lack of cleaning, but in greater part to the purpose of the room.
Because of that purpose, dark red-brown stains of dried blood smear the once white walls, and color the floor in blotches. Small shreds of flesh lie scattered here and there, and the room reeks of death and torment, though Lily attempted to cover it with a lemon scented ar freshener.
Lily strapped a shackle onto Claude's ankles, and left him on the floor, waiting for him to awaken. She smiled again as she walked out of the room and shut the pristine door, her raven colored eyes glimmering with anticipation for her good time to come.
