I am the Beast

I am the beast in a white dress.   I come to my prey in a shimmering glitter, promise him his wildest dreams.   I make him writhe and moan in ecstasy.   I entwine around him like living vines, weaving through every aspect of his life, until I am all he sees, all he wants, all he thinks about.  

I smile my charming smile that hides the ugly truth, drawing him so deep he can never break free.   Then- when he trusts in me completely, then I strike.   First I tie him down, playing sexy dominatrix, and then, when he lies there, vulnerable, I show my true self.  

My shining nails become vicious claws, my charming smile becomes razor sharp, my skin hardens into cold, black scales.   My blue eyes become red, with pupils like slits, and my tongue tastes my victim like a snake.   I lean over him, taking pleasure in the anticipation.   Then I begin.   I start by flaying him open with a Y-incision, like I am performing an autopsy, exposing the organs beneath.   I begin to eat him alive, careful not to puncture anything vital, to keep him alive, because I do enjoy the screams.   I do this for hours, savoring every bite, every last drop of sweet and sour blood.  

Then, finally, I am done, and all that is left of him is a pile of scattered bones handcuffed to the bed frame.   Completely satisfied, I resume my disguise, wiping traces of gore from my pristine white dress.   Then I get on his computer, and access his bank accounts, for which he has conveniently given me all the passwords, and proceed to drain all his money into my own account.   Then, just as calmly as I came, I leave and go on to find my next oh-so-willing victim.