Deadly Perfection.

Kiaara moved through the large crowd, she was late for the speed dating group already by about ten minutes. God I hope they like to take their time, then maybe I won’t look so suspicious coming in late. Speeding up her run, Kiaara was fluent and fast, long slender toned legs pumping the pavement barefoot while she held the heeled stilettos in her hands. 1

Coming up short she stopped in front of a little boutique, everyone was inside already, lighting up filthy habits, blowing out the smoke of their cigarettes, clouding up the room and giving it a smoggy atmosphere. Stepping inside the bell above the door jingled, hanging from a ribbon red silk ribbon. Smiling shyly from coming late, Kiaara giggled a little and walked in, the door falling shut behind her.2

This was not the entrance Kiaara had intended upon, her plan had been a sly entrance that hardly anybody would remember. This one was the exact opposite of that though. Dressed in an exotic red number that clung to her curved body sitting just above her knees, eyes weren’t straying too far away from her, at least the eyes of men standing at her end of the room anyway. Slipping into the stilettos she was instantly offered a drink, accepting she moved to the mans assigned table.3

They took their seats and dined. This was their speed dating, come to the boutique, stand around until approached then go from there until you are bored, Kiaara doubted but, that she would be getting bored at any stage this night. Smiling softly she sipped the Champagne. 4

The man was original for this kind of thing; he wasn’t normally a tie wearer but he an over tight peach one around his neck, his shirt (which he was fiddling with beneath the tie) was done all the way up, and his hands travelled their frequently, another sign his shirt was never all the way done up, his hair slicked back with a little array of front spiking. Just another man who thinks he can smile and have whatever he wants. 5

As the night progressed they talk lightly, ordering something to eat. The man (his name she found out after they had ordered was Marc) tried to order for Kiaara but she was quick to overtake his decision for Salad and water, and instead went with something a little heavier like Fettuccine with a Mushroom Sauce. 6

As the meals were finished with Kiaara leant in a little closer to the table, eyeing Marc greedily, she liked this one, he would be enjoyable for her, it was in his eyes the way they strayed most of the night, landing on other women’s larger chests and stick out asses. This didn’t bother Kiaara, actually this was what she wanted, a man just like this. 7

‘So Marc, tell me, do you considering yourself as the perfect kind of man?’ Kiaara was careful with her words, oh how many people she had lost from the way she placed her words. Some men just didn’t like a woman who asked too many questions, especially ones like that which questioned how highly they thought of themselves. It was a soft question for them, coming from a woman because they seem to think. “Heck I am a man; they should know how perfect I am from my stunning looks.” SO Kiaara kept it simple, a small thing that she wouldn’t expand upon if he was a little agitated. 8

‘Baby how perfect do you think I am?’ Marc smirked, showing a little of his slightly yellowed teeth from smoking. ‘Or better yet, why don’t you come back to my place, have a little to drink and tell me how perfect you think I am?’ Kiaara beamed, perfect. 9

‘Marc I would love to come back to your house, but tell me, just how special do you think you are?’ Of course Kiaara would ask this again, later on. But right now she needed to know how he felt now. 10

‘Well right now, I feel like the most perfect man in this cheesy little boutique.’ Marc stood and pulled out Kiaara’s chair for her, then opened the door for the boutique and his car. ‘Do you think I am perfect?’11

‘Hun, if I didn’t think you were perfect, I wouldn’t be in your car.’ Kiaara left it as that, Marc’s hand travelling the entire half an hour ride to his house, all over her legs testing his limits on how far up her dress he allowed her. 12

Again with Marc opening and closing the doors for her, Kiaara never had to touch a thing the whole way to Marc’s bedroom, this could be very good for her. It would get publicity, a big mansion house like this, on the waterfront of a popular beach. People would be flocking quickly, taking their photos, and Kiaara would be there too, doing the same thing. 13

‘Mm Marc, tell me again. How perfect are you?’ Kiaara moaned as his hands travelled up her thigh, he was on top of her with one hand dominantly at her side while the other one did the travelling, his face was close to hers as she kissed the side of his neck whispering in his ear. ‘Tell me.’ It was a hot breath on his skin that had him tingling; she could see it in the way he shook for her body. 14

‘Im the most fucking perfect man baby, now show me how perfect you and that body can be for daddy!’ Marc’s voice was slurred, a little dribble and spit came from his mouth as he shouted how perfect he was, Kiaara was disgusted. A man that could think so highly of himself should not when drunk, let such things as dribble and spit ruin him. Kiaara almost lost complete interest right there and then, but she was too excited to give up now.15

‘Yes Ohhhh!’ Kiaara moaned some more as Marc kissed down her chest, his hand still caressing her thigh with tenderness and care, while her own hands were above her head, going the through her purse that she had made sure, would remain near her at all times during this. Hands resting on the smooth hilt she smiled cunningly and slid it out of the satin purse. ‘Marc?’16

‘Hmm?’ Marc didn’t even lift his lips from her skin; he just mumbled a reply and kept making his way further down her deep cleavage. When the sharp jab of a needle pierced his skin, just below his neck at the spine, did he look up in shock, not expecting the sly smile on the woman’s sweet face as she retracted the syringe and waved in his blurring vision. ‘Wost ‘appening o’ meh.’ His whole body was going numb now as fear spread like poison through his blood, what had she injected him with? 17

‘Oh baby, you are just witnessing the effects of poison, but don’t worry I will have finished you off before the painful parts kick in, well if you behave that may be the case for you.’ Kiaara smiled, sitting on his stomach her legs crossed on top of him, pressuring the pain that would be fighting through the fuzzy numbness in his body, she revelled in his pain and confusion. 18

The lights slowly went out in his eyes, his tongue lolling to the side of his mouth uselessly as more drool dribbled down his cheek like a giant babies. Wiping it with the corner of the sheet, Kiaara made sure the skin tight glove remained intact on her hands, she wouldn’t be leaving any finger prints or any hairs behind at this scene, her hair wasn’t real, it was a wig and she made sure that was on well enough to, she couldn’t afford to be leaving and trace of herself behind now could she?19

Setting to work, she went down to his shed and took all the rope she could find back to the luxurious bedroom where the man lay, still unconscious while she set to work and began to strip him of all his clothes, and tie his wrists and ankles to each corner of the four poster double bed. He soon lay, spread eagled with only his slightly soiled cotton boxers on, sitting a little of the base of the bed. If not for the ropes it would have looked like he was floating there. 20

Sitting on him again, Kiaara waited for him to wake up. Patiently she hummed to herself and picked at the hairs on his chest, hoping the little twinges of pain would wake him up quicker. It didn’t but, and he took his time in opening heavy red eyes lids swollen from the poison. The first thing that happened was him throwing up. The night’s alcohol came up like bile in his throat, and unable to move his head enough it went over his chin and onto the mattress. 21

Laughing loudly, Kiaara wiped her eyes free of tears of laughter and smiled at him, smirking she sat forward a little, digging her elbows deliberately into his ribcage she blew in his face cringing in the smell of his vomit. Slapping him a little, his dull eyes opened a little wider she smiled in them. 22

‘Is Kiaara your real name?’ Marc asked, shocking Kiaara a great deal, it took her a great moment to register and then realise he was waiting for her to answer. Where did he come from anyway, thinking he could just demand her name? 23

‘No Kiaara isn’t my real name; it’s not like your giving to live so I can tell you my real name.’ Kiaara smiled. ‘It’s Astrid.’ Marc smiled and nodded as much as he could, copping a mouthful of vomit when it slid down his chin back into his mouth, he was panting heavily as the poison liquefied his lungs slowly. 24

‘Anymore questions?’ Astrid smiled when he shook his head grimly; it was like he was embracing this, with a little guilt locked inside his pretty grey eyes. ‘There is something you want to tell me isn’t there?’ Astrid asked, a little annoyed he was keeping secrets from her. 25

Marc nodded. ‘My wife and three kids right now are probably all sleeping in the same bed at the Sheridan, missing me like hell not expecting that when they come home tomorrow the mob is going to be outside their house wheeling me out in a stretcher and white sheet.’ 26

Letting some sympathy tears of pretend enter her eyes, Astrid shifted her weight on his stomach and wiped her eyes, for a moment a little hope entered his eyes but it didn’t take long for the realisation that she was still going to kill him kicked in.27

‘I am sorry Marc, you people have your families and I have my kills. Just to make you feel a little a better, you are the first one who took interest in me, so I am going to take that little bit longer in killing you, so relish the feeling okay?’ Chuckling Astrid kneeled on his stomach, raising more vomit from his body.28

Taking the knife from her hair, where she had placed it for sake keeping while she tied him up, Astrid smiled kindly as she carved deeply into the inside of his thighs. His howl of pain sent an electric zap of thrill spearing through her body, making her do it again to his right thigh now; drawing the same doubly painful howl from Marc’s melting lungs. Breathing in deeply the smell of his blood, Astrid laid down flat on top of his body. 29

‘Tell me baby, what’s your problem.’ Astrid sang quietly as she worked, Marc did her the pleasure of remaining awake through it all, while she sliced neat little cuts into his legs, wrists, chest and stomach. When the bed was drenched with blood, and it dripped from his body like rain drops, she grinned weakly and stood like a Goddess at the foot of the bed. 30

Lidded eyes stared at Astrid, Marc groaned in pain when she dug the knife through the middle of each of his feet, he could not believe the pain he was in right now, it was like white hot needles a thousand times over crunching his body in their double sided grip. What scared him the most was the way she smiled and sang the whole time, sometimes stopping to come and whisper little questions about his family in his hear, pressing the knife to his lips when he went to answer her. No matter what though, he could just not pass out. 31

‘Tell me baby, how perfect are you?’ Suddenly Astrid jumped on his stomach again, she literally jumped on top of him and felt the way his rib cracked painfully on his ribcage so he screamed out loud. The knife soon followed, going through layers of his flesh and fat, Astrid stopped the application of pressure when she felt the tip of her trust knife meet the bones of his rib cage. ‘Tell me Marc, how perfect are you now?’32

‘Im not.’ That is what he though she wanted to hear, all he got in return was the deep wail as the knife pressed twisted in his body.33

‘Tell me!’ Astrid’s voice was full of anger now, she was furious with him and began to slap him harshly, her nails ripping into his flesh and tearing cuts that wept around the bruises she left. ‘Answer me Marc, don’t make me anymore angry!’34

‘I am dead!’ It came from nowhere. Astrid was a little annoyed he had gotten the answer, spoiling her fun in the flicker of a moment. Pouting she pretended to cry and he hurried to apologise, not wanting to upset her anymore. 35

‘Yes that is right, you are dead.’ Astrid pulled the knife free, over it all now and slammed it back down where his heart was, and waited for the milky white to leak into her eyes like the blood leaking from his mouth and the decent sized wound in his chest where the heart lay dead. 36

Cleaning the knife in his bathroom, Astrid left quickly, running down the street no one ever noticing her move fluently and quick. Sleeping instantly when she got home, Astrid was up early in the morning, early for the morning trace to catch the “mob” outside of his house, and see his anguished family, if he really had any. 37

They were there, standing on the grass huddled in the petite mothers arms as their father was wheeled out, as he had prophesised on the stretched with the bloody white sheet over his body. Hiding it from onlooker’s views. 38

Standing beside another reporter, Astrid had her own note pad and camera out, jotting down notes only she would have, and smiled at him. ‘Pity huh?’ She said, pointing to the ambulance Marc was being placed in. ‘Tell me, just how perfect you think you are?’ Astrid asked the reporter.