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| Red roses and Armani Mania | |
| By LynB | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 07 May 2007 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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One of my earlier attempts at a short story - tell me what you think! She sat watching him as he lay unconscious on the bed - he did look so beautiful when he was asleep, she thought. How she had managed to get him up there she still could not quite fathom out, but when you wanted something badly enough, it gave you superhuman strength. Suddenly, she heard a quiet moan, and his eyes flickered open. For a moment, he looked totally bewildered - as though he had no idea where he was, then when he looked at her, then at the rose on the pillow, everything fell into place. He lifted his head up from the pillow, in a desperate attempt to get away from her, but, a sudden searing pain shooting through his head forced him to lie down, that, and the fact that he was handcuffed to the bed. "I'm sorry, Tom" she said, a sinister smile creeping across her face. "but it was the only way. You wouldn't listen to me, you wouldn't talk to me, so this was the only way. Oh, I’ve brought you another rose – hope you like it." "Please, let me go! What are you going to do to me? Where's my girl? What have you done with her?!" "She isn't here yet" she said, gently stroking his face. He turned his head away, trying to shake her off. "What do you mean? Where is she? For God's sake, tell me what you've done with her?" He could not get over just how calm and calculating she was, she seemed so distant, almost as though she was incapable of any feeling or emotion. Now he was lying here completely helpless, and she could do whatever she wanted to him, and he would not be able to stop her. "I've done nothing with her" she said. "as I said, she'll be here soon, then I'll tell her about us." "There is no us!" He was shaking from head to foot with anger and fear. "There never will be! Can't you get that through your head? Why are you doing this to me? You say you love me, yet you're doing this to me! Why? Why? Just let me go, please! I won't tell anyone, I promise! Please, just let me go!" "I'm afraid I can't do that" she said, her voice gentle. "Things have gone too far now - you know too much about me, you know what I look like" He tugged at the handcuffs, in a futile attempt to break free from them, he could feel the unyielding metal cutting into his wrists. His arms were beginning to ache from being held in the same position for too long. He could feel a lump on the back of his head, which was beginning to ache like fury. He felt a sudden urge to throw up, but managed to fight it off. He looked at her, with tears flooding down his face, he was trying his utmost not to cry in front of her. "You started off by saying how much you loved me" he said, his voice trembling. "and how you'd do anything for me - but when I told you I wasn't free, that there was no chance, you didn't accept it, you just hounded me until I couldn't take any more, you even used my girlfriend to get me where you wanted me. If you really loved me - you'd let me go!" Suddenly, her whole demeanour changed. Her face darkened, her eyes glittered with a fanaticism that made his blood run cold. She did not speak, but got up and walked over to a small table on the other side of the room. He could see she had something in her hand, but, because of the fading daylight, he could not see what it was. She sat down on the bed next to him. She held his face in her hands, kissing him on the forehead. He struggled to shake her off, he was, by now, beside himself with fear. What in Heaven's name was she going to do now? "You say I don't know you" she said, as he lay there, whimpering in terror, begging her to let him go "but you don't know me either - if you did, you'd know that when I want something, I usually get it - and that includes you!" She stopped speaking for a moment, and took something out of her pocket. He could see it was a lighter - for a moment, he was puzzled, then it became all too apparent what she intended to do with it. She took a cigarette from the packet on the table next to the bed, and lit it, but she had no intention of smoking it. As the lighted tip came closer and closer to his arm, he screamed in terror, trying in vain to get away from her. She stopped just short, the glowing tip just millimetres away from his arm - so close he could feel the heat. She laughed, a hollow, sinister laugh. As he lay there, his head turned away from her, his whole body shuddering as he sobbed uncontrollably from sheer terror and complete and utter exhaustion, she put her hand on his shoulder, and said, her voice low: "That was just a warning! I told you, I always get what I want - but, if by any chance, I can't, then I'll just have to make sure that if I can't have you - no-one else will want you, either!" "Oh, God!!" He was screaming now. "Please! Help me, someone, help me!" "It's no use shouting" she said "no-one can hear you - so you may as well be quiet and do as you're told. Do you know, nothing turns me on more than a man who is completely helpless?" "You're sick!" he sobbed. "You need help! What have I ever done to you? What are you going to do to me? Whatever it is, do it now - and get it over with!" "I don't want to do it now" she said. "I want to take my time - I want to watch you suffer the way I've been suffering - watching you with HER!!" She hissed the last words with venom, and stuck her face right close to his, making him shrink away from her. True to her word, she did not do anything right away - she stood there at the window, watching him, her face completely impassive, her eyes blank, as if there was nothing behind them. It seemed like an age, as she stood there, not taking her eyes off him for a second, then, she moved towards him, slowly, as though she was taking great pleasure in torturing him. She sat down on the bed next to him, and, to his horror, she lay down on top of him, and began to kiss him, her mouth pressing down hard on his, he tried in vain to shake her off, it seemed like she was possessed. She lifted her head up, and looked at his swollen, tear stained face. "I told you I wanted to take my time" she said. "Oh, you know how much I love the smell of your aftershave! I'm enjoying this, how is it for you?" "You sick bitch!" he spat, jerking his body upwards, so she rolled off him on to the bed. "Do you really think that's going to work? You try that again and I'll..." "You'll what?" she said, trailing her fingers down his face. "I don't think you're in a position to do anything right now - are you?" "Shall I tell you how it was for me?" he said "I hated it! It made me feel sick! I felt nothing - do you hear me - nothing! You can't force someone to love you! You can't force me to love you! I never will - never! Deal with it!!" As soon as he had spoken, an evil look came across her face making him suddenly fear for his life. She did not say a word, but went out of the room, and came back a few minutes later with something that was only too familiar - a bottle of aftershave. He wondered what on earth she was going to do with it. He soon found out. She upended the bottle, so her hands were soon soaked with the all too-familiar smell, then she proceeded to cover his face with it - using far too much, it was so overpowering it made him cough. She lit a match - he began to struggle in earnest when he realised what she was going to do... "If I can't have you, then I'll make sure no-one else will ever want you! When I'm through with you, no-one else will even want to look at you!" She moved the lighted match closer and closer to his face, but, all of a sudden, everything seemed to happen at once. As he screamed in terror at the sight of the approaching flame, they both heard a bang, as someone kicked the door open, then the sound of feet running upstairs. Two policemen burst into the room, closely followed by his best friend, Ben. He gasped in horror, as the two policemen grabbed hold of Tom’s tormentor, and cuffed her securely. They picked up a set of keys from the windowsill, and threw them to him, then they hustled her out of the room, and downstairs into a waiting car. Ben ran over to the bed, and quickly opened the cuffs. As Tom lay there, completely frozen with terror, Ben gently caught hold of his arms, and pulled them down from the position where they had been stuck for the last God knows how long, noting the angry bruises on his wrists. "I had an idea this would happen" Ben was close to tears. "I couldn't wait any longer - I had to call them, I didn't know what else to do..." Tom did not answer him, he was incapable of doing so. He just sat there on the bed, his arms clasped around his knees, shaking from head to foot, obviously in deep shock. Ben did not know what to do for a moment, then, suddenly, instinct took over. He put his arms around him, and pulled him close, so his head was resting on his shoulder. Suddenly, all the fear, anger, and the realisation of how close he had come to being seriously harmed by this psycho, all came to a head. He clung to Ben as if he would never let him go, giving in to the great, shuddering sobs that took over his whole body, shaking him so hard that Ben had trouble keeping hold of him. Ben began to cry himself, when it suddenly hit home just what could have happened to his friend. "I - I thought she was going to kill me, Ben! She was going to put a match to my face!" "Shh!!" Ben tried in vain to control himself. "It's all right! It's all right! She's gone, now! The police have got her, she can't get to you any more! She can't hurt you any more!" "Jenny - " "Jenny’s fine! That evil cow used her as bait to get you in here - but she obviously decided against hurting her. It was you she really wanted to hurt!" "Why, Ben?! What did I ever do to her? I don't understand!" As Ben sat there on the bed with him, holding him until he fell finally fell silent, he thought to himself that no-one would ever understand what went on inside the mind of someone such as her. As time passed, the awful memories of that day began to dim, but Tom knew that as long as he lived, two things would always put the fear of God into him - the red roses in next door's garden, and the smell of Armani Mania.
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