unnamed, supplicant to a story i'm working on. Options

[RiddleMeWonders]

You see yourself in the backseat of a car. Beside you is a young woman looking to be around the fun age of seventeen. There is evil in the gaze of the driver in the front seat as his eyes meet yours in the rearview mirror. But this doesn't trouble you. You feel, in short, sure of yourself.

The girl beside you takes your hand in the soft silk covered lap that belongs to her, holding your fingers between her palms on each side, like a sandwich. You feel special and strong - so very alive as the car races unhindered down a long straight lane lined with tall summer oaks with leaves as green as her eyes. Her skin could be a cloud, you think to yourself.

So soft, so cold, so creamy and tempting is this woman that you have resigned your life for her cause. But of course, as strong, as invincible and beautiful and as special as you may think you are to this lady... you in fact are nothing.

Your eyes gaze at the delicate hands that hold yours. Your thoughts are of those nails in your skin, demanding pleasure from you, something which she tells you each time that only you can give her.

Then your eyes leave the hands in the woman's lap and move slowly up her cotton, crème colored blouse and over her full curves. To you, her body represents the places you wanted to go as a child. A dream come true; Disneyland and all other places such.

You are so infected and blinded by her affections, the one-sided and in fatuous love, that you lift her hands to your mouth and kiss each of her fingers in full view of the murderous driver and disinterested passenger gazing in the rearview and side mirrors. Your eyes remain on her "perfect" creamy freckled breasts until her hand pulls from yours.

Your eyes move over her neck and delicate jaw to her lips, full and cold. Then her eyes catch yours. You share an image - bodies stirring in purple silk sheets - the exact shade of her skirt. You savor the image of her long arms and legs wrapped about you, her mouth on your body and biting into your flesh just as she had the first time, hands endlessly stroking to soothe the intense pleasure and pain coursing through your veins.

At last the car pulls into the driveway of a great mansion, the front of it covered in vines in such a way that it looks like each window is crying green tears. You are both removed from the car and led in separate directions without another word or touch from her.

Out of the corner of your eye you see a man approach her. He touches her face and cups it in his hands - kisses her softly in claim. At the exact moment your blood begins to boil the point of a knife descends upon your chest, pointing straight into the chamber of your heart, as if to pierce it. "Easy." You realize the one with the knife is the driver. You realize you indeed are a fool.

[wishforhelsinki]

Oh, pretty.

[RiddleMeWonders]

thanks i guess?