Sweet Revenge
Are you familiar with toxic love? Those flutters of lust turn to the ivy vines tangled up with the stomach sensations and lapses of mindlessly chasing the endorphins. The love that is so poisonous that you are warned by all those close to you to stay a million miles away from each other. However, cruel destiny decides to continue frolicking in love matchmaking as if you were pawns on the chessboard. The unexplained magnetic force that causes you to come face to face, time after time, with the heart becoming the screeching banshee without fail. I cannot determine the exact moment this game began, although the end of it was rather dramatic and would be quite the appetiser for the royal sadist. The gliding slide down ivory wash damask walls feeling as if my heart was ranched out and had been squeezed to cause every last drop of life essence to drip before being placed in the grinder for a voodoo beverage of unjustified revenge. That pain was so unbearable, causing me to clench my chest tight whilst I begged for mercy with a prayer to every known God and Goddess, which felt for eternity. Ending with the brutal thrash upon the cold oak laminate flooring by unseen forces resulting in receiving the rather spectacular blue and purple hue. Remaining paralysed on the floor, gasping sounds emitted from me resembling an unforgiving choke permitting my consciousness to fade and enter alternative existence. Captured within the darkness of the psyche void, with memories on a reel flickering before misted eyes as my head rolls and drops, terrified by the unavoidable acknowledgement that the damage had been done and that I must continue this journey alone. Absent mindlessly chanting the mantras of courage and sickened by the eventual image of the male suffering reflected in the gold-framed mirror in front. Shuffling along with a pathetic plea of a cowardly waste of existence as a leg is stretched out beyond the limits to close the door which remained ajar, wishing it were the steel door to the past. I was exhausted, yet I still attempted to compose myself by slowly finding my feet and adjusting the dusted garments worn as I gazed up the stairs expecting to hear young feet running toward them and the excitement of my arrival. Instead, I was greeted by deafening silence, broken by the click of the lock. That silence hit much harder than the earlier thrash as the realisation set in that those ‘kids’ were no longer children and that the woman who captured my heart and soul had taken leave much longer than I wished to admit. Intrusive thoughts which had been successfully buried deep enough earlier vigorously and violently possess the mind reminding me of all those years I wasted locked in my own world, wandering on autopilot and forgetting to appreciate the simple things in life.
I leaned against the door and inhaled deeper, trying to clear my mind again. Just as the mind finally blanked and appeared to be in the moment, a sickly sweet familiar scent begins to penetrate the nose. The thoughts return with the preoccupation of how I know this scent. Disgusted by my mouth watering over some unknown lustful smell, I wipe my mouth with the soft red square discovered in my pocket. Looking at the red cloth briefly, cinematic images of associated memories come racing through my mind, leaving me insane as I drop to my knees, fighting my instincts. My body begins to tremble with the rush of adrenaline as my eyes open wide, radiating the rage within the heart begins to pound almost like a demon bursting out of my chest as the saliva drips from my stiffened jaw. I returned to the door and threw it open enough to damage the hinges causing it to creek upon the slightest movement. Scanning the street in response to the subconscious mission, the perfume becomes intoxicating as the argument in the head continues, one voice degrading me and the other battling to defend. The exterior brickwork begins to bury its way into the pads of my hands whilst my nails turn black, gaining length and thickness while attention is spent momentarily on the picturesque view of the street draped by the midnight sky. The arousing aroma burned my nostrils, with each inhalation drawing attention to refocus upon the scent than the views. Finally, rage manifested into the vocalisation of a deepened growl that bounced off the streets, accompanied by the echo of the fall upon all fours to the pavement as if I were a fledgeling in bloodthirst once more licking along the fangs tasting the beauty of the soul while the voices continue to dispute. I ranch at the choking collar to loosen more and permit the broadening width of my neck while I hear that voice within scream at me that this is my poison. Body temperature escalated, suffocating all inhibitions as the mischievous sultry voice became more forefront to entice with reminders of how delicious this was the last time. The persuasion continues as steps are taken, drawing me closer to the location of the aroma.
Taste buds tingle as they dance with thoughts of that last delightful slick of erotic substances coating them before the nettle-like sting occurs as the saliva runs down the tongue and upon the furred chin before being discarded with the torn-off sleeve in the middle of the street. Trying to fight and return with my transitioning hands clasped at my hair, yanking out clumps as the claws raked the scalp. A bellowing growl emitted, and the sultry voice appeared to be heard more intensively mocking my predicament. This voice made me feel even more insane as it drove the desire to impulsive requirement. The voice infuriated me as I listened to the degradation and manipulation. I howled from the aches in my joints as I took a stand in this new form and continued to walk. Shaking at first then, my strength and stamina rose, allowing me to easily take strides. As if an addict, I began to crave my substances, and the temptation was unbearable to resist, although I was at the point I started to thirst and did not require much provoking to withstand the remainder of the pain inflicted upon me to accept the mission to seek. The sudden downpour of rain began to pelt upon me and soak through the remains of the clothing worn before the shredded garments were removed to expose my furred body to the elements freeing the beast of all restrictions. Finally, at the street corner, I stood there to ease through the final phase, gums feeling raw as the remainder of the fangs shot through and my hearing increased. Hearing the steps of someone coming closer from around the corner, my heart began to pound harder and breathing heavier, fearing that there was nowhere to hide to stop being witnessed. I heard the splash with each step hitting the ground as I looked around for somewhere, anywhere. The shaded doorway was the only place, and unfortunately, they would see me if they turned onto the street.
As the footsteps hushed, the uneasy feeling of curiosity got the best of me, urging me to quietly come out of the shaded doorway and look into the alleyway. My movements were slow and cautious to remain in the shadowed areas of the wall to prevent being seen as I came closer to the individual and observed them standing there. Their presence enticed me to surface from the shadows with a leap hooking my claws into their flesh. Instead of the expected shrilling shriek from my infliction, they owned the pain churning it into their pleasure, releasing whimpers which provoked more. The response enraged me, yet it also intrigued me with amusement of how a woman attacked by a beast could respond in such a manner. Clasping my claws around their neck drew my attention to a black chocker with a sapphire heart showing me my reflection as I lifted her and placed them against the wall before observing their face. Before me was the beauty I had once known and remained with the porcelain complexion with a rosy hue across those flustered cheeks partially hidden by the whisps of hair that poked out of her handmade hat and the eyes of emerald desire glowing, drawing attention to the luscious ruby plump lips which she was biting the corner of luring me in closer. Locked in the hypnotism, salivating undignified as my eyes bulged with shock and muscles trembled, encouraging the blood to drip further down my arms. The pink aura rose around them as the luring aroma whirled around us as I slammed my body against them, restraining further and preventing them from blocking my fangs from submerging in their flesh. Her scream quickly turned into a groan as my teeth were buried within. Tugging to provoke that warm liquor of desire with a crisp, dry metallic aftertaste that only indulgence in more could rescue you from the trance of thirst to seep into my mouth. Her voice was so soothing as an angel; however, as luring as the siren, her words weaved her spell upon me, reminding me of the previous days together, locking me into some peculiar hypnotic state, relighting the flame to the forbidden attraction we once worshipped. As I spun her and forced her against the wall tracing my claws upon the delicate frame slicing through the clothing, the moonlight shone upon her like a dimmed stage light highlighting every womanly curve sculpted to perfection. Then, absorbed in her energy, she shared what she felt. The tracing touches upon the spine, causing a delightful shiver. The grasp of claws sank into the hips, bringing them closer to forcefully accept the hardened state of a beast. The width gauging had caused tears, generating additional lubrication for the merciless accommodated thrusts. The palms of the hands and bust grazed with nipples blistering from the fierce thrashes and rubbing against the grooves of the bricks in the wall. The fullness in the warmth and heaviness of the beast generated the ecstasy recipe.
Laboured breathing, body heated and treacled like the sweet honey beads of desire from between the thighs, increasing the pheromone surge met with the warm gush within, causing agonising weight in the womb. Long nails softly score the length of the beast and separate with a soft laugh knowing the lust is the weakness of the heart but the strength of the mind. Only then did she turn to face the beast I was, softly stroking my face with a smile, and continued playing that mind game. I needed to chase and bring sweet tears to her glistening emerald eyes. I foolishly allowed them to walk down the alleyway disappearing round the corner before realising she walked bare. Signs of the morning had appeared through the open windows with gusts of wind blowing the curtains violently. Believing it was a crazed dream, I laughed as I poured a morning coffee and stepped out on the balcony. Throwing the coffee, I rushed down the stairs and ran after the one in the red dress passing by, but she was gone. Returning to my home, I saw an envelope on the wall, although there was no sign of anyone around. I opened the letter carefully, which stated, ‘Revenge is sweet, game over’. The letter was fragranced - the same aroma as in the dream.
