Jolie Rouge

Darkness.

His arms are bound to the arms of the chair.
As well, his legs to the legs.
Cold flesh against cold metal.
Welded together, they've become as one.

He does not scream, but only cries a little.
He couldn't yell anyway; the tape is secure.
His (blue) eyes dart from side to side.
They are weary, but so quick.

He shifts in his seat, obviously uncomfortable.
I'm guessing he needs to relieve himself.
They all do, eventually.
This is completely normal.

I decide to play with him for a while.
I drag my foot on the floor, making a noise.
He didn't know I was here, poor man.
I can almost hear his heart beating.

I take some coins out of my pocket.
I let them fall out of my hands.
The clatter they make on the ground!
The man in the chair is shaking.

I let the grin on my face take control,
and a chuckle escapes my lips.
It's small, but it begins to grow.
I stifle my voice with a hand.

I creep up behind the shivering man.
Is it that cold in here?
I rest my head against his.
How soft his (blonde) hair feels!

I drag my finger against his shoulder,
and put my tongue on his neck.
He gasps, trembles, and I hear
the soft sound of urination.

I pull the knife out of my pocket,
and press the flat of it to his forehead.
I know he feels its cold,
and I know he knows what it's for.

I hold the knife by the handle,
rest the tip on his cheek,
and let it slide, easily, down his jaw,
drawing the pretty red.

I circle around his chin,
and bring up the other cheek,
feeling the red warmth ooze out
onto my shaking hand.

The man's cries grow louder.
He feels pain, I know it.
I pull the knife away from his face.
It's so nice, he can keep it.

I put the knife up to my mouth,
and taste his red.
He is delicious!
I must have more.

Without any discretion,
I dig the blade into his chest.
Away from his boom-boom, of course.
He'll want to keep that.

I pull this way and that across his stomach
I suppose I wrote some sort of X
Out comes the red, gushing
like Niagra Falls!

I can't control myself!
I jump over him, landing on his lap.
My tongue rolls over his front
lapping all of him up.

Alas, the bloodlust is too great.
I raise my knife to deliver.
I plunge it into his heart.
Again and again and again!

I nestle my head into him,
feeling the quickly dying warmth.
I hear his heart slow its beat,
as I eat it.

Darkness.