𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨 | 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟒 𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚

𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 ritualistic

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7:59pm

Rose had been out all day, she had gotten makeup and some cute clothes. In the end, she didn't settle for the dead woman's clothes in her closet. She bought herself a gorgeous skintight sheer crimson red dress, it wasn't see through at all— since it had a layer of coral colored fabric beneath the ruffled sheer. Plus, it would compliment her figure and skin tone. As the girl walked back home, she watched the sun setting and hummed while moving up the stairs and past the lobby. The trip back up seemed too quick to be true, because she was now standing outside the door of the condo. Quietly, she unlocked the door and stepped inside unnoticed. Going into her room, she stuffed the bags into her closet and arranged the makeup in a cute vanity she had. In silence she played her music and danced around her room before settling down on the vanity chair and pulling her hair back with a clip, parting it completely away from her face.

She spent the rest of the evening doing her makeup, hair and just getting ready overall. It was strange how no one had barged into her room, but it felt nice to have that privacy. After being finished with her look, she slipped into the dress and admired herself in the body length mirror. She looked beautiful. Her hair was loosely curled away from her face, a bit how women would wear it in the 70s, and her makeup was a simple black smokey eye look with bright red lipstick and light foundation, blush highlight duo— with medium sized faux lashes. The look made her features pop up more, and she enjoyed bringing it together. Pulling her black red bottoms on, thanks to Mrs.Booth. Smiling, she glanced at the clock and nodded: perfect timing.

Snatching a coat from her closet, and her purse— she looked out her door and then scurried off to the front door. Rose expected to be stopped, but nothing. Pulling the door open, she breathed out and stepped forward. She hadn't done this ever, she came from a small town— all they had were hick shit little bars with country. Taking the elevator, she popped a mint in her mouth and quickly mixed some BC powder into her water, after shaking the mixture into her water she began to drank it. Perks to having an alcoholic father who went in and out of Alcoholics Anonymous: how to kill a hangover for the next day after drinking like a frat boy. After stepping out into the street, she caught the breeze of the cool wind— it felt as if it would rain— gave her more of a reason to rush to a club. Stepping to the side, she signaled down a cab and successfully caught one. Giving the man the name of where she was headed, he nodded. The drive was long, but she enjoyed the view of the skyline and how the rain slowly scattered over the dark streets. "Here we are little lady, it'll be seventeen fifty." Pulling out some cash, she handed it to him and muttered to keep the change. There was a long line of people standing outside, but as she stepped out the cab: the bouncer glued his eyes on her. It made her uncomfortable, but he pulled open the graft and let her in before she could even walk up. He gestured her to go In with a move of his neck with a wink and smile, Rose giggled and flashed a smile back.

People at the front of the line didn't look too impressed, more or so annoyed— but she didn't mind. The door was pulled open for her and she was greeted by the loud blaring of dance music and bodies grinding onto each other on the crowded dance floor. Quietly, she stepped to the side and handed over her coat to the coat room person, and tipped them after giving her name and info. Turning around, she melted into the crowd and disappeared into the bar. Men were fans of her look, because she got shot after shot for free— but she didn't notice a particular male with outgrown brown roots and long dark blue hair eyeing her. After feeling slightly tipsy, she stood up and walked into the dancing crowd. Raising her arms up, she slowly swayed her hips and closed her eyes while moving along to the rhythm of the music playing, her chest felt like a sanctuary of butterflies had released from it..she felt alive in that moment.

Regardless of the heat from the other bodies, or the smell of alcohol, sweat, and lust— it felt euphoric, it felt human. The sudden moment of euphoria died out when a pair of hands grabbed onto her hips and swayed with her, he smelled of cigarettes and heady expensive cologne. It was extremely intoxicating, Rose simply ignored the person and continued to dance— they followed her moves and pressed up against her. Eventually, she turned around to face them and was met by a handsome face. He wore a tight black suit and grinned down to her, his most distinguishable feature being his blue hair. Without uttering any words over the blaring music, Rose continued to dance with him— the sexual tension was too much to bare, she felt like she'd crush
beneath it. The way he'd grip onto her waist, and rub his hands over her body. He was like a lingering snake, wrapping over any edge of her being. It felt like lifetimes of them dancing amongst the crowd.

Eventually, the pair parted from the crowd and to a more secluded section of the bar. With a drink in her hand, she lightly chugged it and was pressed against a wall, his lips lingered over her neck as he kissed and bit down. Once again, the moment was interrupted by Rose being harshly pulled away. "What the fuck—" she cursed out, the blue haired male looked just as surprised— yet pissed. Staring up, Rose dropped her facial expression. "Not you.."
It was Ramirez himself. He aggressively rubbed his nose and sniffled. He was coked up too. "She was with me, punk." The blue haired male attempted to shove Richard back, but he was easily met by a punch to the face. "Don't fuck with me." Richard seethed, gripping tightly onto the girls wrist and dragging her away as he walked off. "Get your fucking shit, we're out of here." She couldn't do anything else beside listen, they stopped by the front to get her things and promptly exited.

His grip didn't loosen until they got to his car, he practically pushed her inside and slammed her door. Rose was frightened, she wished she could go back into the club with the other guy. As she stared up, she could see him rush out of the club and look around— he was looking for her— but it was too late. Richard had already put the car in drive and sped off.  "You're such a fucking slut." He continued driving, his knuckles white as he gripped onto the steering wheel. "Where are we going?" She squeaked out, he didn't answer and drove until the streets looked emptier and the city lost its view behind trees and dense rain. They were suddenly in the woods, in a hidden cemetery.

Richard turned the car off and stared over at Rose. Even when he was angry he looked attractive, without thinking much— she leaned toward him and began to kiss onto his neck, up to his jawline. Moving toward him, she managed to get onto his lap to straddle it while they began to kiss. She could feel his member pushing up against her, and God did it feel tempting as it pressed against her. "You love being manhandled, huh?" He pinned her back against the steering wheel while choking her and tugging her dress down from the front to expose her breast. "You don't belong to anyone else but me." He moved his hands and pulled out his curved knife, it pressed against her neck as he pulled one of her nipples into his mouth. He licked and sucked vigorously while pressing the knife down, some blood trickled down— but she was too distracted moaning and whining.

The heat became too much for either of them, because before they knew it, they were having rough sex. Richard bit onto every inch of her and placed marks where he could, eventually— they finished, with Richard cumming inside of her. They exchanged a few soft kisses before the girl broke the silence. "I hate you." Rose exhaled, pulling herself together, Richard brought out a cigarette and shrugged— "the way you were moaning my name says otherwise." After settling down, the pair shared a cigarette and began to talk. "This reminds me of my old man." He paused, "My dad and I had a horrible relationship, I remember I'd sleep at cemeteries to avoid coming home." He stared out the window and then glanced back at Rose, "I never slept at cemeteries, but from time to time— I'd take refuge at the towns church whenever he was too violent when he was drunk." She leaned on him and passed over the cigarette. "Seems that we both have that in common.." Rose paused with a small sad smile, "Daddy issues." Richard shook his head with a grin and chuckled. "Whatever you say doll face."

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BOO! SURPRISE!!
It's your favorite author here! Since it's the first day of October, I wanted to surprise all you babies with another update and some NSFW <3 I hope you guys are enjoying my book so far, I enjoy everyone who writes comments or reaches out to me! Makes me feel happy! Did you guys catch onto who was the blue haired male? Huh? Did you? It was our one and only Kai Anderson!! (But Kira, that can't be possible! He was killed in 2018!!) I know, I know..
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Kira <3