Branded: A Short Story
He saw the brand-mark just below her left breast as she tore open her shirt and he knew that he was to kill her before dawn.
“What are you looking at, sweets?”
“Ah! I am gazing at your perfect figure. You are beautiful,” he said sincerely. His eyes were still fixed on the hexagonal brand, which shone with multiple hues even in the almost dark room. The only light was that of the kerosene lamp on a nearby table.
“Then what are you doing there? Unzip your pants. I want you… oh baby! I have always wanted you,” she remarked seductively, touching herself.
He caressed his crotch and moved towards her. He reached for her and kissed her deeply, biting her lips. A drop of blood appeared which he licked. She moaned in response and got him out of his clothes.
“What would you want me… want me to do? I will do anything,” she was running her fingers through his dark brown hair as he explored her body through his tongue; his mind distracted in trying to find a way to end this demon. She was a childhood friend but now, she was branded. She was not herself anymore and the best he could do for her was to kill her.
He looked up to see her eyes glinting. They had gone violet. She had taken her cursed form.
“I… will… do… anything… for… you…,” her eyeballs were rolling out of control and she was trembling in his arms.
He shouted when she flayed her blistered tongue and abraded it across his lips through his nose to his forehead.
That was a very long night. There came no help in return of his shrieks; those who heard him envied him for his luck on finding a girl who could make him cry so lustily.
* For Trifecta.