Waterfalls

Victim number six should have known what would happen.
She was headed for a watery grave like all the others.
Yet for some reason I can’t get her out of my mind.
There is some thing about her that lingers.

I met her on Christmas Eve at a local club that was hosting an underground rave.
Tons of beautiful victims decked out in green and red glow stick rings around their necks.
The lively gothic techno beats emitted signals while the strobe lights flashed green and red.
I noticed the young waif’s calling card were her bloodshot eyes.

I walked over with my wad of cash and ecstasy in my right pocket.
“Hi my name is Richard but my friends call me Dick.”
“Hi, my name is Hope”, she said listlessly.
“Hope would like some candy”, I pulled out my supplies.

She grabbed a handful of my product and swallowed them.
I called the bartender over for some vodka shots.
She consumed them one shot after another and while she staggered she shook her hips.
Soon the drugs had taken effect and she passed out.

I paid the tab and carried her to my car while the music continued to blare in my head.
The cold wind smacked me hard and then I placed her in the passenger seat.
I opened the windows and she leaned the other way.
Ten minutes later I parked my car and carried her to my bedroom.

She was spaced out but moaned while I decided to unwrap my early Christmas present.
I unbuttoned her jeans and took off her underwear, smelled them, and tossed them aside.
I was impatient and ripped her top off her and I undid her ribbon and saw those perky breasts.
I threw my shirt on the floor and unbuttoned my jeans and removed my underwear.

She groaned some more but I knew this bud would accept my gift.
My equipment was there but something was missing.
Her supple skin needed to be slit.
I grabbed a carving knife and made some small slits on her arms and legs.

My tongue jumped off the diving board and licked her blood.
The taste was sublime going down my throat as I felt a tingling sensation throughout my body.
My watering can was filled and I opened her mouth.
Soon my seeds would reach their destination and my flower would be moist.

I continued to relieve myself until I saw the white substance down below.
I shook the last drops down on to her breasts as my tongue craved cum.
I drank every last drop of her essence.
I know I ate too much too soon, but I couldn’t help it.

I cut her deeper the next time and I focused my mark on her neck.
The sweet taste of that supple neck was what I needed.
Her groans turned into a death rattle but I was so fixated on her taste.
I didn’t realize this because my tongue was lapping up every ounce of blood she secreted.

My hose re-entered her maw and I showered her with some more nutrients.
“Grow; blossom into my perfect white lily.”
I continued to lessen my load as I watched the white stuff reappear.
My tongue went down and sipped her spirit like a fine wine.

When I looked up I was saddened.
My Hope, whom filled me up was no more.
Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and I thought that was the end.
However my aqueduct couldn’t handle the pressure.

My chi's steady stream cascaded down her chin.
It made its way past her rocky mountains and was embedded on her riverbed.
My deposits on the sheets of satisfaction gave me back a little bit of hope.
I wrapped her up and lugged her to my car.

I drove down to Niagara Falls prepared to send her off.
I parked my car and carried her to the edge of the falls.
I kissed her forehead and the rushing water whizzed her over the edge.
She disappeared and I wondered was she just a dream.