A Scarlet Collection of Monsters and Madmen

by Bella BloodLust

  “Holy Fuck, I thought I was going to die, maybe next time.” She smiled and waited for her legs to come back.

  “What a sexy little fuck toy. I’m glad you’re already making yourself at home Jess.”

  He stood up and left his chair in its newfound position. As she wandered into the closet and hastily returned in ruffled white cotton boy shorts, a soft ivory tank top and plush peach socks, she wrapped herself in a coffee colored robe and with heavy eyes found herself in between the inviting sheets of her four poster bed. She stared into the bathroom and smiled as the candles went out all at once. The room with its soft glow from a very dim light that was still on above she licked her lips and instantly the curtains at the foot of the bed fell closed to leave the sides open for Kyle to watch. He peered into her world watching this sorceress curl up into a feline as her kissable ass still peeked out from under the sheets, the rest of her body was encompassed in shades of crimson, blood red and gold, making her skin glow as she fell fast asleep.

  “Mmmm wish you were here Mr. Burnett Sir.” The timing nearly perfect as he smiled and left the room to descend back into his private office, that harbored his private collection of books and his favorite piece of equipment; that voyeuristic television for his prying, carnal eyes.

  Jess moaned and sighed with utmost content, a deeply serene sound like the siren softly wailing after seducing an entire crew to throw themselves into choppy waters from sturdy shipside, to their imminent deaths. That same serene feeling Kyle was intoxicated by for what felt like centuries after he wrapped his strong hands firmly around a fresh kill. Kyle in amazement felt deeply content, as he intended to turn his latest employee into his most debilitated prey. Strong hands interlocked, as he sat in his wingback chair, each elbow firmly placed on his knee he sat with calculated focus, like a Wolf in haunted forest in the bleakest parts of winter. The hunger for flesh at its ultimate high for the lack of feasting that ensued for what viscerally felt like lifetimes. Electrocuted into place waiting for that exact moment when instinct overrode logic and reason to gorge on a hot, flowing blood feast until the whitest snow was covered in shades of red, crimson and pale pink. His sinister smile matched the dark hollow existence that illuminated in the twinkle of his devious eyes.

  Once more having reached for the key within his left cuff the closed circuit television was still on, and Jess continued to sleep deeply. Her soft ample breasts swelling, rising and falling into one another underneath her soft sheer tank as she smiled sleeping deeper than she ever had before. She purred, her siren moans filling the bedroom with a serene, intoxicating sound that focused Kyle’s mind as vividly as the smell of fresh blood. Her arms languidly wrapping themselves around her ribcage just beneath her breasts, her mounds swelled to what appeared to be three times their size in a series of moments.

  Her ass still peeking out from underneath the sheets now slightly fell over the side of the bed, cascading forth into two luscious mounds of porcelain. Her long red hair surrounded her head in a crown of crimson curls. To some it resembled a river of sensuality, to Jess she always thought it looked as if someone had bludgeoned her nearly to death and the blood flooded forth around her in a crown of glory. She never quite knew why such thoughts came to her but as her eyes were heavily shut her soft lips parted and her tongue slowly flicking at her parted lips until the sheerest layer of honey glistened. As Kyle’s eyes grew large once again his cock began to torment ceaselessly.

  “Oh, dear Jess” Kyle groaned in agony, “This is going to be much harder than I ever thought.”

  The idea of violating her peaceful sleep right now in this instant with ravenous penetration, hearing her screams. Her tight pussy strangling his cock in fear and overwhelming pleasure, as she tried to claw herself free, before finally succumbing to everything she ever feared and desired more than life itself. It was usually easy to pace himself on fulfilling such cravings, but not this time. What has this beguiling woman done to him already with her exciting presence in his life, a new fire burned deep within the formerly dead chambers of Kyle’s heart.

  “What are you dreaming of? To see such bliss on that beautiful face, what curiosity you’ve evoked in me, show me what’s in that enigmatic mind of yours?”

  Jess’s mind wandered to a place she longed to visit for years ever since she first started writing. As a mystical woman who was always haunted by the dead from dusk to twilight, those same spirits angered by her ability to slip through the powerful hands of death; time and time again sought to claim her for shadow walking out of death’s infinite grip. She has the profound ability like a feral feline to return from the dead with additional lives in hand. For years this ability felt like a curse, but in places of profound power, and infinite inspiration, this energy naturally channeled through Jess’s mind; body and soul until words flowed effortlessly onto paper from her tormented inner sanctum filled with dark fetishes and carnal cravings. Leaving even the vilest of sadist’s in awe of such a salacious appetite.

  In her dream she heard the sound of her heels slowly echoing off the tile floors and walls of The Stanley Hotel. She felt compelled to look behind her every so often and in that moment Kyle’s awakened mind connected with her dreaming cauldron of mystery he was the presence she felt compelled to look behind and see with her very own eyes. He could hear her breath quicken, her gasps in her dreams nearly matched those that escaped her dreaming lips. Her blood red curls swept up to reveal her delicate neck, her shoulders were embraced by a long black trench coat that stopped right above the back of her thighs just below her ass. Her fishnet stockings lured his eyes to fall upon ankles adorned with black stilettos that continued to echo in the distance. While stopping briefly every so often to once more find his gaze, smiling composed once again. Her eyes meeting his she quickly alluded with her gaze to where she was going; upstairs to the room that matched the gold key that dangled from her right wrist, an ornate golden key just for Room 217.

  The moment her elegant leg reached out for the first step towards the next floor, the echoes of heels turned to silence. As tile turned to sumptuous carpet, in an instant she was out of Kyle’s line of sight yet he could smell her, feel her and almost taste her. The elevator doors opened with a bell that reminded Kyle of so many of his favorite horror flicks from eras long since passed. Out stepped a bell hop asking him if he’d like to be sent up to the next floor. He nodded in disagreeable affirmation and turned his predatory eyes intensely on the stairs, to see Jess smiling wickedly as her left hand found its way coursing through the top layers of her trench coat. He watched her hand finding, each delicate finger reaching for her throat, chin and lips in the most ravenous of gestures. Smiling flirtatiously she felt his eyes penetrating her throat, her right leg was placed over the bannister in a most convenient way, the shadows of the old stairwell kept her exposed pussy just out of sight to Kyle’s fiery eyes.

  Her right hand slowly teasing her ginger mound of wanton flesh, aching for his touch she let the key to Room 217 fall from her wrist. Watching as the key bounced from one step to another down to the lush carpet of hunter greens and vivid red. She slowly removed her leg from the bannister giving Kyle time to stop and watch the show. With one elegant turn towards the next floor her ass peaked out from beneath the bottom of the coat and for a moment Kyle was unable to move from such a delicious sight. His mouth parted in her dream in awe and arcane hunger, yet his waking self smiled wickedly amused by the fact that he could ever be so powerless even in the presence of such perfect prey. Something he’ll keep in mind for future games of blood sport that were waiting for Jess, just like all the others. His mind reconnecting strongly with hers to reveal where she was taking him he focused on her dreams. Taking a moment to see her hands wandering across her clothed body underneath the sheets in her bedroom, from closed circuit television one last time before walking up the stairs, and up towards the second floor to the pair of legs that lured him into these wicked fantasies.

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bsp; Kyle reached down to retrieve the key, he suddenly felt the coldness of the key within his waking hands, this was by far the most vivid mind meld he’d ever experienced with anyone before. As if he was stepping into her vivid dream, right into a film that was created for his body to experience as much as his eyes and ears. He smiled and laughed to himself for a moment;

  “What are you? Talented creature of the astral plane.”

  His heavy boots appeared beneath him, she never saw him wear them before while awake, too imagine his exact boots that he was wearing this very night while watching her from every spiritual and physical plane in existence gave him the second feeling in a single evening of exposure. How was her mind this powerful, what had she endured in life to be this connected so early and for so long? Kyle thought he was the only one with this accelerated evolutionary ability. His broad shoulders repositioning with the rest of his body, now faced towards the top of the staircase. Feeling the bannister with his left hand the wood was smooth, cool and dry. He again smiled in awe an ode to her powers, to literally pull him into her world, never before had this taken place.

  With each powerful step he made his ascent towards the top, seeing the infamous foreboding hallway found in one of his favorite films of all time. One of many that inspired him to write, create brilliant manuscripts that eventually turned into movies for one and all to thoroughly enjoy. The only light in this dark sepia toned hallway was flickering above her head at the end of the hallway. Kyle’s pace quickened to match the pace of his blood coursing, pumping through his body, he wanted her; he could smell her sticky essence from here yet she was so far away.

  “Oh, I see two can play at this game” he smiled knowing that some part of her was aware of the music that he played earlier in the evening at dinner, the music that lured her into an open state of exchange in communication. Even if she was still yet unaware, something inside her knew what he was capable of, this revelation was most amusing to Kyle. He continues to walk across the hallway, her body writhed with her back against the door she continued molesting herself in the public doorway. With each lumbering foot step past closed rooms on either side, her smell became stronger, more enticing, his very mouth was watering in wakened state. He could taste her aroma in his palate, as if he’d been tasting her for the past twelve hours uncontrollably gorging on such a sweet and endless feast.

  She smiled wickedly reaching into her left pocket for an additional key, one she’d already requested, knowing Kyle would show up just in time as she accepted it from the front desk. You see she’d been dreaming of this day for far too long, he felt the slight resemblance of a dream like memory of seeing himself receive a phone call stating that a dear mentee, friend and business associate from his creative past would be stopping by. She would like a chance to catch up for dinner and a night cap before leaving town again for other business stops required for her current projects. That is how he found himself in this position in her dream sequence of intrigue.

  How could she have possibly known that The Stanley Hotel was one of his absolute favorite places? How did she know that he’d met Stephen King there years ago? A personal literary hero of his, a man with the same temperament and mind for torture, one of many reasons why his friendship was treasured for all these years. As her red painted fingertips found the key within her pocket, she turned around and unbuckled her coat to reveal that she was wearing a black lace bra, a retro slip of black silk and embroidered lace. Her lips parting with heavy breath, the cranberry infused lips of hers separating slowly, with a sticky viscous that reminded Kyle just how hungry he was for her sweet dripping peach.

  She held his gaze as he continued to approach, by the time he was only two doors away from hers she was able to get the key into the door and open it, abruptly shutting it behind her giving her just enough time to toss her coat on the bed and to pour two drinks before sitting down at the desk provided with her back to the door. Continuing where she left off writing, her laptop still open the curser left just as it was before retrieving the extra key from the concierge. To the left of her laptop on this wide cherry executive desk was an ashtray, barely smoking was the rest of her joint adorned by her gold kissed wooden cigarette extender. The melodic medicinal smoke filled her lungs, her blush lips exhaling it into the ether, she placed the extender onto the side of the astray continuing her story, right where she left off. She often found inspiration in the presence of this powerful plant, it aided in healing her body of its tortured past while freeing the mind to create worlds within worlds for all eternity.

  The floor creaked, she could feel him approaching, hear his massive footsteps echoing off the walls of this haunted place. Her heart beat swiftly, she ached for this moment for far too long and never did she imagine it actually taking place just as she’d always dreamed of. The thick wood doorway felt heavy, all encompassing, as if his broad shoulders were already formidably behind her, hovering and waiting. Her fingers continued to type even though it felt as if the words were in no way connected to her in this moment, she could feel him inside of her, hear his voice whispering filthy suggestions to her that she wanted desperately to appease in every conceivable way. Finally his echoes turned to precise sounds which signaled to her skin to tremble and her thighs to quiver, she felt his hands hit her with each knock that impacted the solid door three, calculated times.

  The blood rushed from her heart to her neck, her face flushed, she stopped typing to reach for her one final moment of composure inhaling the sweet nerve soothing elixir and exhaling, she heard his hands find the key with utmost urgency. The cool brass was vivid in Kyle’s waking hands, his pulse quickened never had he felt so immersed in someone before. The key’s weight felt in hand began to turn, and slowly the solid fortress revealed itself completely. The moment she heard the door unlock, the handle turn and Kyle walk through the precipice, she exhaled just to ensure breathing was continued. She could smell his scent, it wafted in on the breeze along with his dominant energy; calm, smooth, and precise as a freshly sharpened knife. She tried to find the courage to speak, to utter so many words she hoped her lust would provide. The bravery needed to address him with back turned in such a way, but all she could do was place her fingers back to the keyboard and breathe, in and agonizingly out.

  Kyle’s awakened mind and the part of him that was wandering into Jess’ psyche smiled in unison, what absolute masochism she must relish in, to offer herself up to a hungry killer with such voracity. He slowly walked towards her a mere five steps and leaning over her shoulders. She could feel the heat coming off of his body, his scent became stronger and wafted through her palate to make her mouth water and her nipples harden as her skin began to tingle with electricity, sensing imminent danger. The floor creaked one last time before she could feel him standing right over her. Kyle stood there waiting for her to move, to speak, to watch her shoulders rise and fall along with her sumptuous breasts knowing full well that he was there feasting upon her with his carnal eyes. His hands slowly reached for the left side of the nape of her neck. Trailing his fingertips from the back of her ear down to the middle of her neck his hands firmly gripping her shoulders. Jess’ body stiffened in urgency, feeling his strength was intimidating. Her heart pounded knowing she had absolutely no place to run. She had to face the beast inside, she wanted to invite him out, she ached to be possessed by him utterly and completely. Kyle leaned in smelling her, blowing a cool breeze across her neck, her skin shuddered, and the awakened Kyle whispered intently aloud so that the sound of his voice echoed and reverberated through space time and deep into her dreaming mind.

  “Feel the breeze upon your neck and know that I am always with you.” Jess began to stir from sleep, her body gasping just as her body gasped in this dreamscape interlude for psychopath lovers. His hands gripping her with fervor she couldn’t help but swoon, a sigh of content escaped her dreaming lips. That long lost mystery of where that powerful energy was coming from for all these years was solved
within moments finally at long last, he was in control. Before she could even begin to speak she heard his licentious voice beckoning her to follow his instructions;

  “Touch yourself for me my pet, I want to watch those delicate fingers explore what is already mine.” Without hesitation she sighed in bliss, her left hand gripping the front side of the desk while her head fell back glimpsing a vague impression of his wicked eyes. Watching, and waiting for his very own boudoir erotica to begin. Her index and middle finger slowly dragged each painted nail down the path between her cleavage, her pale skin instantly revealed raised red lines and small droplets of blood forming along the path to his sweet fountain of eternal euphoria. Her breath continued to quicken in pace, her heartbeat so strong he could see it pulsing, beating and throbbing in hypnotic rhythm in her, in that gorging artery in her neck.

  The black silk slip agonizingly tight made it nearly impossible to slide her fingers underneath, watching her struggle to writhe and wriggle her fingers where he wanted them most. He smiled watching this tension in her body, this ferocious hunger that caused her limbs to fail her in agility, taking so much longer to find that warm, wet paradise that smelled of some mystical fruit during harvest season. Ripe, sweet and ready to be plucked and devoured endlessly. As her other hand found itself at the bottom of her slip forcing it over her luscious thighs the first of any sound besides his breathing that quickened pace in sequence with her racing heart, turned to moans of pleasure. He was enjoying himself, it felt so natural to be in this position, to show women that being treated like a filthy whore could feel oh, so fucking good.