killing me softly

chapter 1 - dripping blood

BIG WARNING: this book contains HIGHLY strong language, mature themes, sensetive topics, and violence. viwer discretion is HIGHLY advised. ps: if you like killing stalking...you may like this too ;)

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I got out of my car and headed inside the club. I was wearing a short, skin tight dress. Hoping for the right attention. I went to the bar and had a few shots. I flirted with a few guys. But I couldn't find the one.

So, I headed to the dance floor. That's where all the pigs are anyways. Always wanting to rub up on the first girl they see. Disgusting.

I danced and danced. Then, I felt hands on my hips. Bingo.

The hands moved around my hips and rested on my pelvis area. His body moved so that it ended right against my back side. It seemed like a perfect fit, if I'm honest. He rested his chin on the top side of my head. He's tall.

I put my hands on his and turned my head a little to face him. We danced dirty for a while. He then spun me around. I looked up at him. Wow, he's actually attractive.

Shut the hell up, Michelle. Eyes on the prize. I moved in close so our bodies were basically one. I put my arms around his neck as he put his right above my butt.

Oh, please, dude. No point in being modest now. Despite my hate for him. I couldn't help but stare into his eyes, as he stared into mine.

We still haven't said one word to each other. But, I feel so close to him. Well, duh, Michelle. We're literally rubbing all on each other like it's nobody's business.

Still looking into my eyes, he smirked. He tucked my hair behind my ear, and bent down to it. He was so close I could feel his lips barely touch it.

"Wanna get out of here?"

Holy shit his voice is deep. He lifted his head up to look at my face for an answer. I smirked at him and nodded as I twisted his hair in my finger.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me out to the side of the club. It was quiet. I had been by that loud music for so long, that I forgot that slience existed.

"Did you drive here?" I jumped out of my thoughts at the sound of his words. I shook my head no in response "It's ok, I have a car" I patently waited for him to continue "You wanna go to a hotel? I'll pay" I smiled at him. Jackpot.

"I would love to" I responded. His eyes widened at my words. He grabbed my hand and leaded me to his car. It was a nice car; a modern chevy corvette.

I got in the car and we headed towards the hotel. We didn't talk the whole way, actually. Which is weird, usually these guys awkwardly try to talk to me. But, I brushed it off. Despite lack of conversation, the silence wasn't awkward. I was actually quite comfortable.

We arrived at the hotel and he quickly hopped out of the car and ran over to my side to open my door. I thanked him and he put his hand on my back as we walked inside.

It was a fairly nice hotel. Not too facy, but not too trashy. Lord knows I wouldn't spend this much money on someone I expected to be a one night stand, though.

He paid for our room and got a key. We then stepped into the elevator "So," he started "What's your name?" he looked over at me with sly eyes. I smiled and leaned against the wall "Michelle. Yours?" He traced his eyes all along my body, creating mass sexual tension in the elevator.

"Ethan" he replied. Then the elevator dinged. We walked out, and into our room, and got settled.

"Want a drink?" he asked "I'd love one" I replied smiling. He walked over to the little bar in the room and grabbed the wine.

I quickly, but quietly, took my shoes off. I grabbed a knife I hid in my bag and walked up behind him quietly. He turned around with a drink in each hand. My eyes widened. He looked at me, looked at the knife, and back at me, then laughed.

He set the drinks down. I took the chance and raised my kinfe. But before I could slash into him, he grabbed my wrist "No. Fucking. Way" he laughed. Dammit this one's a fighter.

"Why are you laughing?" I asked angry "Because," he started "I put cyanide in your drink" he took a sip of the wine that was in his left hand "Wait, what?" I asked confused. He shook his head and looked down.

"Don't you get it? You were planning to kill me; but at the same time, I was planning to kill you"