I started writing this while waiting for my sis for dinz a few yonks ago. Was too bored to think of other stuff to write about and ended up following up on the Valentine’s day short story. I was already laughing to myself and going heh heh heh like that when she finally arrived.

Maybe you guys will like it if you don’t read too much into it as my personal fantasy *ahem* :D

I got my brains to blame if this ever got to episode 3. Hahahaa.. Things are getting sicker by the moment. I don’t know where it’s heading after this… Heh. :/
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She took out the box and slowly opened the lid to reveal an array of syringes.

“Here are six different syringes filled with different liquids. You’ll need to pick one. The one that you pick will seal your fate… One of them is the venom of the King Cobra, the rest: a selection of fruit juices and plain oxygen which will kill you as well. So, what would it be?”

“You fucking psycho bitch! Whatever have I done or not done to you?! I don’t even fucking know you! You sick bitch! Let go of me!”

“Oh? You don’t know me? Hmmm… maybe you do.” She gave a sinister smirk, pacing towards the bed again and leaned over him. “Would this jog your memory, my dear?”

Sliding off her silken robe, she splayed her bare arms over his chest, giving him an eyeful of her naked upper torso. Indeed, her full breasts looked more than mesmerizing by the moonlight creeping in from the bay windows. He feels the cold breeze sweeping his flesh.

The situation itself is killing him more than the thoughts of his impending doom. What more the volatile weather mindfucking with his mortal self as much as the she-devil in front of him.

“Those jugs must be about 36C at the very least… DAMMIT!! Why am I configuring her cup-size at this crucial moment?! I could die by her and nobody would know. Fuck this shit.” he thinks to himself.

“Mmm.. It’s only natural to react to visual stimulation like this…” she nods towards his obvious bulge. “Biological expectations of the human wants.. mental or otherwise, physical.”

Cupping his groin with the palm of her left hand, she leaned even close to his face, her warm breath sweeping his cheeks in tiny wisps. His mind wielding in confusion– not knowing who’s in front of him and wanting to hurt her so badly, but all the while desiring her at the same time.

“I guess taking off my clothes didn’t help with refreshing your memory. Maybe this would ..”

She took out from behind the headrest, a footlong blade, its cold steel gleamed in the colder stare of the moon and warm wash of candlelights.

“Ooo.. now we’re talkin’, aren’t we?” She snickered. His heart leaped and pounded against his heavy chest, a wild animal trying to free itself from its skeletal cage.

“Jesus, woman! What the fuck do you want with me?! Who are you? I. Don’t. Even. Know. You.” His voice trailed against the staccato beats of the raindrops outside.

“Oh? It will become clear soon enough…” Sliding the knife to the left side of his chest, she mused, “My biology teacher said that the human heart is laced closer to the left. Let’s see if he’s bluffing.”

“FUCK YOU! You frikin’ bitch.”

She smiled and proceeded to make an incision, nothing too deep, but is deep enough to leave a scar, if he’s alive to tell the tale.

“X marks the spot.” Her smile is calm, but did not soothe him. She licks the knife clean.

“Ah, my precious one, your blood taste as sweet, maybe even sweeter than your promises. That doesn’t surprise me much. Now, let’s see how long can you bleed when I cut you deeper…”

He flinched and the will to struggle starts to wane a little more. His mind is too numb to think now.

“You know what, bitch? If you really wanna kill me off, at least tell me what it is that I’ve supposedly done to you to deserve this…”

She looked at him, intense, almost choked up by the tears welling in her almond-shaped eyes.

“It seems now that it is impossible for you to remember me at all… Never mind that. Just pick your poison.”

She jumped out of the bed and took the ornate box once more. “Come on, pick one. Then, we’ll know what’s the possibilty of you ever finding out or not. Dying without knowing why could be the worst torture there is, I think.” Her cold smile again.

“Oh, god. If you are real, just forget about my constant prayers for a threesome with a pair of gorgeous Japanese twins. Get me outta this shit! I swear I’ll go to church even on Saturdays for mass! I swear!!” His head screamed, the clock ticking.

“Don’t think too much. They all look the same. Choose your lucky number and be done with it. So, what’s it gonna be?”

“I guess this is when I should wish for a fairy godmother or that I used to fiddle around with numerology, eh?” His lame attempt at loosening the tension did not seem to work even to calm his own frayed nerves. His weak laugh only managed to make him feel like a fool moments before his death.

“Okay, fuck it. If I die, at least I’ll be a man about it, not a fickle-minded bitch who doesn’t know what to do. I’ll take number 3.”

“Good. A fine choice. I won’t give you any alcohol swab with it.”

Without a second more, she stabbed his thigh with the syringe and he gave out a loud gasp. “Fucking bitch! Do you really needed to do that?”

She shrugged and he felt dizzy. “What was that you injected me with?”

“It’s the venom from the purple-spotted South African spider.. a very potent aphrodisiac.”

“Oh. My. Dear. Lord. I’m doomed.”

“Don’t worry. You’re in safe hands.”

His head spun and all he remembered from the next few minutes is a crazy swirl of bright colours and her kissing his body hungrily…

||Travelling swallowing Dramamine
||Feeling spaced, breathing out Listerine
||I’d said what I’d said that I’d tell ya
||And that you’d killed the better part of me
||If you could just milk it for everything
||I’ve said what I’d said and you know what I mean
||But I still can’t focus on anything
||We kiss on the mouth, but still cough down our sleeves

||Travelling swallowing Dramamine
||Look at your face like you’re killed in a dream
||And you think you’ve figured out everything
||I think I know my geography pretty damn well
||You say what you need so you’ll get more
||If you could just milk it for everything
||I’ve said what I said and you know what I mean
||But I can’t still focus on anything

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Modest Mouse– Dramamine