AsaHGrey
'Kiss me.'
Never have those two words ever been able to do so much damage to someone.
The men who were told those two words still haven't recovered. They lay in some hospital with doctors in yellow hazmat suits, with their wrists handcuffed to the side of the bed and young nurses feeding them tapioca pudding cups.
The girl, or woman- no one knows which- who spoke those innocent words had been described so many times, by so many people who owe their lives to her, but still fear her. The authorities had been told she was a tall, skinny, turquoise-haired city-girl; a short, average redhead; a small, pudgy brunette or a short, bleach-blonde southern-belle, but there were two things that always were described when the witnesses were asked: she was very unnatural. Her hair was dyed, lots of makeup, and a leather cat suit. And the other thing was, her eyes were a deep emerald green, the only thing she could be described as...
Except for toxic.