ALONE IN VEGAS
Locked in my room, I stare at the man tied to the bed, turning the knife in my hands to the music. The song spins on repeat and my sadness deepens, one line skipping over and over in my mind. '...as if I'm becoming untouchable.'
"Do you understand I haven't known a man in that way in months? I've been very good you see," I say, but there is no response other than bulging eyes because his mouth is bound shut with duct tape.
I close my eyes and wait for the voices and the screams in my brain to subside before I speak to him again. When I open my eyes, I can see the sheer panic in his face as he struggles against the restraints. My gaze scans his naked body and I shake my head - nothing much here to impress me.
"If I judged your physical attributes like men do to the women they rape and murder, you wouldn't have long to live," I say, pulling my chair closer to the bed and reaching out with the knife and running the blade along his arm.
The songs starts again and I hum along with the music, the man watching me, pleading for mercy with his eyes. "I could set you free."
Muffled screams escape the tape on his mouth and I can't help smiling. No matter if the men know who I am - some never let go of the hope I allow them to live. If he only knew. And he will.
"I've never set a man free. I wonder what it feels like. Would you like to be my first?" I ask, smiling at him and winking. I rip the tape from his mouth and lean back in my chair while he coughs and attempts to gather himself.
"I'll... do anything," he says in a stammer. Searching for the right words - oh, but there are no right words, sir. Either I will or I won't. Don't you understand this doesn't have anything to do with what you want? I don't give a fuck about your feelings.
Pausing the song for a moment, I tap the remote a few times to switch the music. Facing him, I give my best smile. "I only have one question. Is your name Ray Holden?"
"Um...no?" he responds with a question, unsure of what I want to hear. But it doesn't matter. The music begins and I hear a dance beat fill the room.
Putting my face near his, I whisper in his ear. "I thought about releasing you, debated it for a moment. But, then I remembered... - sir, I'm fucking crazy and you're going to die."
"Do you understand I haven't known a man in that way in months? I've been very good you see," I say, but there is no response other than bulging eyes because his mouth is bound shut with duct tape.
I close my eyes and wait for the voices and the screams in my brain to subside before I speak to him again. When I open my eyes, I can see the sheer panic in his face as he struggles against the restraints. My gaze scans his naked body and I shake my head - nothing much here to impress me.
"If I judged your physical attributes like men do to the women they rape and murder, you wouldn't have long to live," I say, pulling my chair closer to the bed and reaching out with the knife and running the blade along his arm.
The songs starts again and I hum along with the music, the man watching me, pleading for mercy with his eyes. "I could set you free."
Muffled screams escape the tape on his mouth and I can't help smiling. No matter if the men know who I am - some never let go of the hope I allow them to live. If he only knew. And he will.
"I've never set a man free. I wonder what it feels like. Would you like to be my first?" I ask, smiling at him and winking. I rip the tape from his mouth and lean back in my chair while he coughs and attempts to gather himself.
"I'll... do anything," he says in a stammer. Searching for the right words - oh, but there are no right words, sir. Either I will or I won't. Don't you understand this doesn't have anything to do with what you want? I don't give a fuck about your feelings.
Pausing the song for a moment, I tap the remote a few times to switch the music. Facing him, I give my best smile. "I only have one question. Is your name Ray Holden?"
"Um...no?" he responds with a question, unsure of what I want to hear. But it doesn't matter. The music begins and I hear a dance beat fill the room.
Putting my face near his, I whisper in his ear. "I thought about releasing you, debated it for a moment. But, then I remembered... - sir, I'm fucking crazy and you're going to die."