A Deadly Stare

Her eyes were supernaturally black, her pupils seemed larger and more captivating, she held his gaze like a fly trapped in a metaphorical spider web; transfixed by invisible silken beams of attraction and lust, something in his mind was warning him that what was happening was very wrong, a waking dream? A nightmare? It made no difference to her but he felt the need to bolt, he tried to move, to turn and run, and in his mind he was sprinting down the blackened asphalt with the ‘slap, slap, slap’ sound of the souls of his shoes hitting the ground as he sprinted... but he was unable, in reality he was transfixed by her, restrained, and she knew what she was doing, part of this aroused him, he was being dominated by a deadly stare, a lady, a creature, more powerful than him, he had never known such humility. She had bewitched him completely from that first Crimson kiss earlier at the bar, where her lipstick still remained smudged into the intricate creases of his lips, a cracked path of desire, a corporal hook that began the wishful thinking of her prey as he meandered blindly and willingly into her ruse until it was too late, that moment of fleeting choice, that fork in the road that all too soon becomes the sharpened enamel spikes of the forbidden, and as those spikes penetrated the soft tissue of his neck, he didn’t care that moments ago he wanted to flee, instead he gave himself willingly to her, stumbling blindly into the unknown...

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