FIFTY SHADES OF RED {The Book & My Movie & Screenplay} #fiftyshadesofred

Just when I was ready to text my boyfriend, he called. And like a moth to a flame, my frail wings fluttered, my lust panted, straight into his black hole.

Incarcerated, incinerated was my heart (and my decision making-process), perhaps my conscious was the first to go.

I fell in love with the devil. I was powerless. I wanted those familiar welts all over my body. I wanted bruises because at least I could feel.

On my knees, I pushed my body back, deep into his chest. His fullness filled me but his rhythm pushed me up into the air and I was lost in complete sexual release. I loved to nibble and bite. I always hid that side of me, thinking it made me a dirty. He always let me explore and fulfill that dark fantasy. My landing. Was. Brutal. He bit me over and over again. Fangs. He ripped my neck apart and left me for dead. The fear and terror kept me alive. I fed on it until I lost consciousness. When I awoke, my body felt cold and shattered into a million pieces. Only my soul existed. It got worse. He left me with an unholy hunger, for blood. Vancouver is well known for the cat sized rats, running the city like a Don.

Lying, dying on the concrete floor of a commercial building basement, I cried. And waited for the next rat to crawl over my thirsty body. The thirst that scorched my throat and even my skin, my eyes, every part of my body, was satiated when I shoved that rat into my mouth, gumming it until my baby fangs popped out.

And I became night.

Fifty Shades of Red is on YouTube @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UuGWO4zkqVU