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Julie Ann By Succubus The screams went on and on and on, The remnants of a night long gone, When horror upon horror had visited Julie Ann. She'd lived her shortened life so plainly, Sought out all the answers vainly; Never did she guess her death would ruin every plan. His gaze at her seems cold and dead, Her body shivers in its dread, And terror fills her soul, as she knows that she is lost. An evil smiles fills his face, A memory from another place, She knows her own desire would hold the steepest cost. There she lies upon the floor, A long knife plunged into her core, Her blue eyes staring blankly at the blood upon her hand. Desperately she mouths the words, Vainly so, for naught is heard, "Help me, help me, please!" cries the lovely Julie Ann. "I know that you must wonder why, I can feel it in your every sigh, Why I leave you here to slowly die in pain upon the floor. "Don't you know, you seem to me, More lovely than you could ever be, Were the breath and blood so strong that you'd walk right out the door. "Your blood, you see, intoxicates, Your fear, your loss, and even your hate, All feed my growing appetite for the horrors of the world. "Your screams but fuel my growing lust, A hunger strong that ever must Be given such a sacrifice as your flesh my dearest girl." His fingers stroke her silken locks, His gentleness and caring mock The love and tender soothing her lifetime should have known. Caressing her so lovingly, He's loving her so violently, She surely is the greatest prize a man could ever own. A final breath and she is lost, Another life his passions cost, Her body growing cold and still beneath the smiling man. His lips now lower for a kiss, The sweetest touch, the greatest bliss, Heaven never knew a love as pure as his for Julie Ann. He worships her as lovers do, Staring in her eyes of blue, And knows forbidden pleasure at the feel of her cold skin. His savage love now consummated, His joy more than anticipated, He knows a moment's peace from the torments of his sin. A final kiss to his true love, A prayer to send her up above, Then the stranger takes her slender body gently in his hands, The river here runs fast and deep, The perfect way, a secret to keep, A watery grave to swallow whole his precious Julie Ann. ******************************** By Succubus Crickets sang with bullfrogs in the humid night. Mosquitoes circled around the girl's head. Their dark bodies latched greedily onto her skin, feasting as her blood raced below the surface. Darkness filled her world; her eyes were wet behind the cloth that held them sealed in that darkness. Sobbing softly, she pulled her hands against rough ropes, her attempts at freedom halfhearted. Too much she'd fought, and lost. Too many times she'd pulled and pulled, watching hope die time and time again. That hope was dead now, dead as the weight of the concrete block resting between her feet. The block, pulling her head downward, its rope snug at her throat, tied to her. Sweat trickled down the girl's side, evoking goose bumps across her body, dripping across cuts, and stinging into burns. Biting at her lips, she urged the images from her mind, trying to will her mind to emptiness, a blank slate. Nothing could erase the image: His face, split evilly with a grin. Dirty, leering, as his hand lowered again, cigar clenched tight. Again and again it replayed in her head; his hands clawed at her still, his mouth sought out her own in the foulest of kisses. The blindfold held it all firmly in place, not allowing another image to take its place, sealing it to insure it was the last thing she saw. His eyes, hungry, ate at her still. Pain throbbed between her thighs, and she felt his hand there, pinching, slapping. Pain bloomed inside and she knew again the disgust of his dirt ripping her apart, filling her up, moving so obscenely. And her unable to stop him, unable to stop still the flood of images, the taste of him in her mouth. She gasped as she felt the movement, then heard the creaking, as the small boat set out into the lake. She cried as the oars scraped the side, she pleaded in time to the gentle rocking. She shook as the boat nudged against something, rocking her harder. She smelled his breath a second before his mouth covered hers, and gagged as his tongue violated every inch of her mouth. She felt the boat rock again, heard a small splash, and wondered. The noise of metal on metal played at her ears, and she felt her boat bumping against what seemed to be another. He gave a laugh that felt cold all the way inside the girl. The girl jumped, startled at the gun's report, then sobbed as she realized the truth. She struggled now with all her strength, her mind filled with panic, with white-hot fear. Deep down she felt the dread, the certainty of her death--she recognized the futility of her actions. As the water wet her feet, small noises came from the girl, unconscious noises of terror. As the water met her shins and kept rising, the sounds she made reminded the man of a rabbit in a trap. Frail moonlight filtered down through the trees and hung upon the girl's body, lighting her face up like an angel. Enrapt, the man stared, his body taut, his fist wrapped tight around himself. Water filled the boat; she could feel it sinking slowly. As the water crested the top of the boat and spilled forth into her lap, one last scream escaped, filling the woods with its fear. She shook her head even as her hair began to float out around her head - the angel's halo. Water coursed across her face, ice cold, its fingers grabbed at her pulling her deeper into its arms. Down she went, into the lake, weighted with the concrete, helpless in her bondage. She held her breath, desperate to the last, until her lungs ached in pain. A sob left her mouth with the last of her air. Gasping reflexively, water rushed into her mouth, burned as it filled her lungs. Her body shuddered as though separate from her mind. Her mind screamed out a primal "no" even as it knew the truth. The man stayed and watched until the boat had fully sunk, not finding release until the water had swallowed her whole, leaving nothing but tiny bubbles dancing upon the lake's surface. ©2003 Words Words Words - All Rights Reserved. |