Blood & Chocolate
The girl wipes the sweat off her brow as she steps back after fastening the last buckle in place. Admiring her handiwork she brushes a tuft of damp red hair off her face as she unfurls her pack of tools. Dangling like a limp puppet from the rafters above was her comatose quarry. An evil smile creeps onto her face as she selects a small scalpel.
Looking up at the would-be thief, her smile stretches. Her free hand trails along the long wooden table till it reaches a box of chocolates. Selecting one at random, she delicately bites into the confection, savouring the contrasting flavours of the bitter chocolate and sweet caramel filling. Licking her fingers she picks up a bottle of smelling salts and waves it under the nose of her bound victim.
The intruder jerks his head back as the foul odour unceremoniously rips him back to awareness. Blinking hard he shakes his head to clear it. Surveying the room, his expression changes first from confusion to panic; and then to anger as his discovers that he is bound, stripped and helpless.
She watches him in amusement as she sucks the remains of the first piece of chocolate from her fingers. Did you find what you were looking for; she asks him sweetly. He answers her with an ugly snarl.
She tsks benignly as she drags the blunt end of the scalpel across his bare skin. Is that any way to talk to a lady; she chides him. He could do nothing but glare impotently at her, willing himself not to flinch at the touch of the cold steel on his naked body.
You picked the wrong house to break into you know; she continues, all the while tracing little patterns on his skin. Unless of course THAT is what you came for; her sentence trails off. He remained impassive but small beads of sweat forms on his exposed skin as her knife came to rest on his lower abdomen.
Now what shall I do with you and your sparkling company; she asks as her expression changes to mock thoughtfulness. I will not be a very good host for my guest of honour if I don’t at least try for some festive entertainment. And oh, where are my manners now; she covers her mouth with her hand in a scandalised parody. Picking up the almost new box of chocolates she kindly offers him a piece, ignoring the fact that he was bound and dangling from her ceiling.
You don’t like chocolates; she frowns at his unresponsive form. No matter, more for me then; she indifferently returns the box to the table. You know, chocolates have this wonderful chemical in them called endorphins, and it makes people happy; she prattles cheerfully. Picking up another piece of chocolate she looks up into his eyes. You know what else makes me happy aside from chocolates; she asks him expectantly. When no answer was forthcoming, she smiles beatifically and pops the truffle into her mouth. Blood; she says. There is nothing quite like the smell and taste of blood and chocolate.
With that she turns the knife that was resting on his lower left abdomen carefully. With calculated precision, the blade slowly punctures his skin. An involuntary gasp escaped the thief’s mouth as she expertly guides the sharp edge to part his skin in the shape of a large triangle about the size of a hand span.
A small trickle of crimson fluid starts to ooze from the shallow cut. Oh, my; she exclaims without taking her eyes off the wound. Dipping her head slightly, she seductively drags her tongue across the triangular incision, pausing to kiss the area clean. The slight sting of her chocolate stained saliva did not even register to the thief but his body struggled against his bonds to recoil at the contact of her mouth.
Get off me you filthy animal; he screams in revulsion. Frowning, she scowls darkly up at him. Filthy you say; her voice betraying her anger cracks slightly. Nay, I’d think not. It is people like you who should have the honour of that title. Filthy indeed; she spits out the word like it was rancid.
Snatching up another piece of chocolate, she chews viciously on it before moving back to the triangular patch of incised skin. Choosing another knife much like a spatula, she maliciously gouges out a corner of his epidermis and with a single yank; she rips it clean off his muscles. Ignoring his agonised screams and the intoxicating smell of fresh blood as it spills out on her fingers and onto the floor; she drops the spatula and picks up the scalpel again.
Not bothering to clean her hands or to dispose the piece of skin, she makes another selection from the box. Using his detached flesh like a handkerchief, she uses it to pick up a square of chocolate. Greedily, she puts the entire lot into her mouth, devouring everything, sucking her fingers clean at the end. Shuddering in pleasure at the taste, she turns back to her whimpering guest.
Rot in hell, filthy demon spawn; he valiantly coughs out between rasping gasps. Frowning again, she purses up her lips. I’ve told you not to use that word; she scolds him like one would scold a misbehaving child. But seeing that the lesson was not learnt we shall have to try again; she says. Moving the knife higher up on his torso till she reached his sternum she then cuts in another triangle all the way to his clavicles.
Digging in deep, she takes care to engrave the lines in his breastbone and ribs. The pain proved too much for the thief and he passes out from the shock. Nonplussed she seizes the bottle of smelling salts and revives him. No my sweet, it won’t do for you to be daydreaming; she tells him firmly as he comes to.
Go to hell; he curses her again, his voice weak from the pain. A smirk curls at the corner of her mouth. Leaning close to him she runs her tongue along the edge of the new incision, licking up the bright red rivulets. In the corner of her eye she observes him in amusement as he trashes uselessly, her tongue seemingly giving him more discomfort than her blade.
Get away from me; he almost shrieks in desperation. Laughing, she taunts him. Are you not enjoying my hospitality? Or perhaps you’d prefer me to venture a bit lower; her voice was husky as she seductively slides her hand down to fondle his naked crotch.
I’d rather die; he spat vehemently. Narrowing her eyes, she takes her hand away from him. That can be arranged; she shot back. Dropping the scalpel she picks up the spatula again. Starting from the bottom of the triangle, she peels the corner patch of skin upwards slowly. His howls of agony echo throughout the room and she closes her eyes in enjoyment.
Reaching over to the almost empty box of chocolates she chooses one from the two remaining pieces. Sulking petulantly at the final confection nestled in the pretty container she looks up at him. My last two pieces; she tells him sadly. That means I will have to speed things up. I should have gotten a bigger box had I known you were going to be this much fun.
Placing the second last piece between her teeth but not chewing on it, she grips the torn corner of skin from his midsection between her thumb and forefinger. Applying even pressure, she slowly and cleanly peels off the sectioned off patch of skin as his screams grew to a crescendo before dying off as his senses shut down in self defence.
It was only when she had the entire piece of skin in her hands that she began to feast on the chocolate that was already in her mouth. Moving quickly as his blood was dripping down onto the floor in alarming amounts; she revives him one last time with the smelling salts.
Shivering violently from his rapidly draining body fluids, he was barely lucid at this point. However, she made him watch as she stuffed his skin into her mouth as she made a meal of his flesh and blood. Patience, my sweet, we are almost there; she tell him soothingly between mouthfuls. At her last swallow she waits as he gasps wordlessly for a while before finally whispering to her; finish it you filthy animal.
With practiced speed she removes her clothes and drops them into a pile on the bloodied floor. Picking up the last piece of chocolate she looks him in the eye. Oh I fully intend to finish it; she says.
Sliding the chocolate between her lips, she steps closer. His eyes widens at the sight of his naked tormentor’s body as she mutates before him into a very large and carnivorous animal ‘Canis lupus’. Snarling rabidly in hunger, the snow white wolf circles him once and the last thing that he ever saw was a white blur lurching for his throat.
Author’s note: I was at a loss on what to write for my blog when I had this dream that practically begged to be written. I hope you enjoyed this. I did immensely. Maybe someday I will turn it into a full fledged story but for now, that’s just about all the violence I can handle for the day. Kudos and brickbats are all welcome to the usual address. 
June 2nd, 2007 at 5:10 am
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