Red

Spilled

Hi, welcome to this new work of mine. I accepted a challenge and this is the result. Hope you enjoy.

Story Begins

I liked her earrings, they were red. Rubies. Gleaming on her white ears, well matched with  her strapless red gown. And with her pointy heels, they were red too and they sparkled as light fell. Her shiny blond hair were collected  in a bun, showing a maturity in conflict with her red gown with a split around knee.

But her earrings were quite eye-catching. Short but glittering like Mars, they highlighted her fair, rosy cheeks. Probably done with Blush. Those Rubies were unforgettable,  red like the wine we had ordered  and drinking to celebrate the night. Red like a spectacular sunrise after a stormy night. Red like the blood I had spilled two weeks ago and was going to spill tonight as well.

She was talking, I wasn't interested in whatever new shopping she had done or whoever was again trolled by her cause she can't endure anyone getting something better than her,  but I played the part of perfect listener perfectly. I am a master, if allowed to say so, in the art of playing the listener. A few polite noise, a few interjections and you can make anyone believe that they have found just the person they need to vent.
Keep humming  and it will keep them going.  Through pay attention to the sound level and tone, you don't want them to catch you unaware.

I always find people far more interesting than any book or shows. They are funny,  as they go on and on about  their difficulties and woes, they are intriguing, as they unknowingly spills information, facts, details , habits etc without even realizing how easy they make it for a predator to catch them unaware and to hunt them down.
And this is what keeps me going through day by day, listening to their traps, just to get the key to prepare the  perfect trap for them.

But, I am getting ahead of myself. Lets go back. Now, where were we?

Ah, I was at a dinner, in a good restaurant, entertaining my guest of this fine evening. I was eating my pasta and she was eating her boiled and seasoned vegetables, it made her look  like a cow. She was on a diet, she admitted with a giggle. I never understood why  women are so fond of giggling,  I find it incredibly annoying, but I wasn't going to tell her that. Afterall, for the success of this night I had to be on my best behavior.

The golden law to be a perfect hunter, one must know the prey's mind. Make them comfortable and then control their fears without being too controlling. Make them feel safe. Happy  being with you. Only then you could finish the hunt without  it becoming too messy.

The evening was perfect,  my companion content, I was well-fed and we were waiting for our desserts. Some bangs of her hair had fallen out of her bun, she pushed them behind her ears and once again the bling of those Rubies attracted me. Her nails were done perfectly, yes glittering red you guessed it right. Her lips, I finally noticed in midst of her constant chatter, were glossy red, almost like blood. Now,  I can't say that I'm well aware of recent fashion trends, but that blood color was quite charming. It got me thinking about how exciting it would be when those lips become truly bloody and stark red. Her slim neck inspired me to see if I  could break it with one snap or  would I need both? Her shiny rosy cheeks made me wonder how wonderful it would be to see blood flowing down them. Her grayish blue eyes, sparkling with intense interest, as if calling  me to carve then out of her unworthy face.

Oh! Was I close to losing myself?

" Calm" I told  my heart, " hush my sweet. It won't do to scare her away after all this hardwork we did to get her in our palm. She won't be going anywhere.  We have her now with nowhere to run. Hush, and you will have your reward."

The very thought of the surprise I have kept, for this new prey of mine, was enough to send me again through an euphoria.

"Soon, " I comforted myself "soon".