One Second Life
He walked into the room and knew she was already there. The lights were down and the curtains drawn, although it wouldn’t have mattered what the time of day was, her presence darkened the room. He thought about quickly turning around and running back the way he came but this time, he knew, would be the end. He took a deep breath and inhaled the fumes and stink of blackness she gave out, feeling it darkening his lungs and corrupting the blood in his veins.
She started towards him but stopped after only a few steps, noting his terror, and almost laughed at the image of him trying to defend himself. What did he think, poor sad little man didn’t a chance, and at that she lunged for him, right hand out with those nails that everyone else would call claws. Piercing his chest, straight away she could almost feel the beating of his heart in her hand.
For a breif moment he thought she would taunt and intimidate him for a while, walk around the room and see if he would move away from her, she did usually stalk him to point where he had to scream out with absolute fear. But as soon as he felt her peircing hand he tried to grab her to pull her in closer to him, it was the only chance he had. It forced her up closer to him and pushed her neck towards his screaming face, he couldn’t be sure where it came from but there was a glimmer sparkling in just the right place. With his mouth open as wide as it could go from the deathly scream he bit down hard on her neck and ripped as much flesh out from her grotesque body as he could. As she screamed in a tone that would have woken the darkest of sleepers in hell her hand went into him further and as she pulled it out his beating heart was still in it. With a blood drenched mouth he looked down at her and smiled, it was over, the end had come, at last he was free. He knew in that last second of his retched life that now she had taken his heart she would be the one to live in half life until the day somebody took her curse as she had taken his.
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[...] } and a second too late….. Three paragraphs of a three paragraph story. [...]
Creepy and gripping. (Pun slightly intended!)
Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for the feedback on this, it was really just an idea that lingered in my head while I walked and listened to William Control. It’s not quite the way I imagined, I was a little slow in writing it down but at least on here it wont languish on a piece of paper in a draw until I clear it out and throw it away.