Enraptured

            Isaac stared up at the woman, completely and perfectly dazed, amazed by her beauty.  Despite the scars, blood and obvious trauma to her flesh, the luminosity of her pale eyes was enrapturing.  2

            She was standing before him, holding what looked like barbed wire, with lips screwed in a menacing but directed smirk.  3

            “You are not afraid?” she asked, her voice filled with ice.  4

            “You are stunning,” he whispered, reaching up to touch her, only to have her jerk back, still holding the barb.  Her hands were weeping blood, which saturated the binding around both wrists, and the slight breeze from an overhead vent was blowing her short, messily spiked hair in slight waves.  5

            “Don’t call me that,” she hissed, pressing her naked form back and sliding against the blood slicked wall.  Isaac watched, wondering if the blood on the wall was hers, and suddenly realized that there was a form in it.  An evil depiction of a man, demon, or something else all together immoral.  “My captor.”  6

            “What?” 7

            “This,” she told him lifting a hand from the barb and running her palm along the blooded figure on the wall.  “His life holds me here and watches.  You are his gift to me.”  8

            “Your gift?” he questioned again trying to move forward to touch her.  Her veins stood out, webbing her body with beautiful twists and swirls, and he wanted to trace each one, with not only fingers but also lips and tongue.  9

            “I get to have your soul,” she told him hissing again and licking her tongue over her lips.  It was slick and pink, making him want to pull it between his lips, just to get a good taste of her.  10

            “Then you come and get it,” he challenged, meeting her pale eyes and watching as they began to weep blood.  He wasn’t repulsed however, but enraptured, his cock punching against the fly of his pants with such force he nearly cried out.  11

            “You’re excited by me?  Not scared or repulsed?” she questioned, leaning forward on the barb and opening her stance to show herself.  “But you don’t have any idea what we can do.” 12

            “We?”  13

            “Me and my maker.”  14

            “I don’t care what you can do, as long as you let me have you just once,” he told her on impulse, his hand dropping to cover the pounding erection at his thighs.  “You can do to me what you wish as long as you let me feel you once.”  15

            She tilted her head and smiled, her teeth perfect.  “Just once?” 16

            “Or more,” he told her, rubbing himself without reticence.  “It’s your choice.” 17

            “And what if I say no and just take what is gifted to me?”  18

            “You won’t.”  19

            “I can,” she said moving closer, the barb tearing into her flesh and sending a new cascade seeping down her arms.  “I can.”  20

            “Let me fuck you,” he pleaded opening his jeans and letting his palm touch his sex.  He couldn’t’ remember how he got here, with this woman, or even what his life had been.  The only thing he knew was she made him fire and he wanted to have her immediately.  21

            “Beg me,” she challenged opening her legs wider and smirking down at him as she pulled the barb to her cheek, letting it slice into her skin.  He instantly pleaded, begging her for what he wanted and was rewarded when she dropped the barb and advanced on him.  She straddled his hips and pulled his heat out roughly, licking her lips again as she positioned her body over his.  22

            He took over immediately, leaning forward with force and pressing her to the cold pavement below them and shoving inside her violently.  She was wet for him, but cold and her body was tight, making him cry out as she clenched him harder.  23

            His hips worked violently as he brought himself to peak, staring down into those pale bleeding eyes all the while.  His body began to empty into hers and she grabbed his hair, yanking his head down and pulling him into a kiss.  His hips jerked wildly as his orgasm subsided and something else replaced it.  Something cold and searing.  24

            She hissed below him and her white eyes went red as she sucked his soul out through his lips and into her body.  25

            His muscles seized and his body jerked as she took his life and swallowed hard.  26

            When the hissing stopped she smiled wide and looked up to the blood stained wall and into the face of her captor.  “I have him for you,” she whispered, laughing lightly as the bloodied figure disappeared and the man above her became her love.  She reached up and stroked his cheek, lovingly adoring his new face.  “My Micha, you are so handsome.”  27

            “Thank you my love,” he whispered moving his new hips forward and growling as his new sex stirred.  “Finally we are together again.”  28

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