Blood... Pain...MURDER SCENE BLOGFEST!

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Oh the brilliant, wonderful, crazy and seemingly dark Anne Riley is hosting today's blogfest...

A MURDER SCENE!!!

*SCREAMS-ECHO-THROUGH-MYHOUSE*

This one was new for me - it was late Friday night, in the dark, that I wrote the kill...

so you are warned....

Be sure to check out everyone else's entries...I am sure they will keep you up tonight..

*MUAHAHAHAHAHA*

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White goosebumps appeared along the soft curve of her neck. Trailing fingers across the skin raised thoughts of silk, raw and slippery.

The whimper that escaped between glossy pink lips was music in its most carnal form. Flesh squirmed against the leather, the soft curves of her hips molded into the cushion as she tried to escaped into the chair.

There is no where for her to go. I wonder why she tries?

Her eyes were covered with cloth, making her acutely aware of her surroundings. Every step that I made she reacted. It was a game now.

I would run my hand over the chair making the leather speak and she would jump like a rabbit.

The sound of my toe tapping on the floor made her tears flow freely. Then there was when I would press the blade against the steel. At just the right angle the blade would release a shrill metallic scream and her body would almost convulse in fear.

It was beautiful.

Large glass doors behind her mirrored my every move. It was my own private reality show.

I think perhaps she has waited long enough.

My cheeks burned from the smile. It was too much, I need to do it too badly.

Perhaps I should wait?

Her breathing had turned into hiccups.

No. Hiccups annoy me.

I leaned over and slid the blade's dull edge against her arm. Laughter bubbled into my throat as she bounced in the chair; rope dug deeper into her ankles with every movement.

Flipping the knife over I made a small incision on her wrist. Crimson flowed against her blue jeans creating a splotchy design on her right leg.

Awww, that's not right, its uneven now.

I began to make incisions everywhere, at first she wiggled, fighting blindly. Her head whipped in every direction trying to find where the next slice would happen.

It was hilarious.

After dozens of cuts the boredom was too much and the mess would be unseemly.

Laying the knife down on the table I waited to see how much strength she had wasted. The last few cuts were large and she was bleeding so much now that the whimper was gone. I pulled off her blindfold to see her eyes were rolled back.

It would not be long before she was no longer any fun at all. Resigned to boredom there is nothing left to do but finish.

Well, she's ruined the chair...hmmmm...

Pulling the chair towards the sliding doors I had an idea. Quickly I gathered the supplies and put them on the patio. The ground was still damp from all the rain.

Perfect!

My breathing was labored after finally getting her at the edge of the grass. Turning her towards the woods so that she could have a good view.

I poured the foul liquid over her head, careful to not let it get on my new shoes.

The martini I had made glistened in the moonlight; the candles I had placed for ambiance reflected in the doors. Sliding down onto the chaise lounge I got comfortable and picked up the book that I had been reading before she had come into the house.

What on earth was he thinking, telling his mistress to meet him here? tsk tsk Ah well, she'll do.

Smiling, I lit the match, lighting the candles one by one. I watched the flames flicker for a moment before tossing another match towards the chair.

Tall orange flames ignited as I turned the page to chapter one; sipping dry gin with a twist of lime my body relaxed.

Nothing like a good book by a roaring fire.