R.E.D.
Romance. Encounter. Death.1
For Patrick Hanson, Valentines's Day was the perfect day, the day of red, the day of love and the day of death. He spent all year carefully choosing his victim, preparing, waiting, longing for the killing day to come. His obsession with red was more than a mere obsession, was his sick and secret way of life. 2
Patrick was very careful in selecting his victims, nine years had gone by since his first killing, and the cops had no lead to link him to the crimes, and this year his pick was extra special. 3
Alexia Summers, blond, beautiful deep-green eyes, sexy curvy body, his most passionate student-- not only passionate for law, but secretly, deeply in love with her handsome, and mysterious teacher. She knew their romance had to remain a secret, for Patrick's sake, which was perfect for him, since no connection could be traced back to him from campus. 4
Patrick had planned what to Alexia seemed the perfect romantic gateway. He owned a cabin in the woods-- the place of all his previous killings. She agreed to his plan without a question, all she wanted was a chance to have Patrick all for herself, to feel his body on hers, to consummate their love. 5
Patrick had all prepared for the big day, he picked her up from a nearby bus station, and drove her to his cabin. Alexia was stunned by the beauty of his place, a wooden cabin isolated in the middle of nowhere, nestled by ancient cedar trees, very private, peaceful. 6
A trail of red petals led the way from the porch to the inside of the cabin, where there was a huge canopy bed in the center of the room, red veil hanging loosely from the top of it, covered with red satin sheets and various heart shaped pillows. 7
Red candles were placed in every flat surface of the cabin, being the main source of light. The fireplace crackled, slowly, displaying the hot red flames, two floor-to-ceiling mirrored walls reflected the whole scene back and forth making the room look twice its original size. 8
She thought all the red setting to be a little too much, but also extra romantic, much more than she ever dreamed of. Alexia was convinced by Patrick's effort in preparing this all, that he was also in love with her, and now more than ever she wanted him. 9
Patrick handed her a square red box, tied by a perfect satin red bow, Alexia smiled shily, flattered by all the preparations Patrick had in place, and now to top it of-- a gift.10
She opened the box and her mouth hanged open by content of it. She carefully removed the long, strapless, red silk Versace dress. Patrick could be a killer, but he was sure to please his victims in every possible way, before he pleased himself with their lives. 11
He told Alexia to change into her her new gown, she obeyed him gladly. Patrick now, anxiously waited for the festivities to begin, he paced slowly in front of the fireplace waiting for his prize to come out. 12
Alexia stepped into his view, her features even more exuberant in the red tailored dress. Patrick walked towards her, he stared deeply into her eyes, he leaned closer and with one hand he pulled her hair loose from its original ponytail, the long, wavy blond hair laid now past her shoulders, he looked at her, admiring her beauty, trying to control his anxiety and desire to kill her. 13
He took her in his arms and laid her gently in the bed, Alexia was excited, all she'd ever dreamed of in a man, was now hers, she was going to give herself to him, completely, she was sure he was the one, her first one. 14
Patrick laid on the bed on her side, he gently ran his hands from her knee to the inside of her thigh, she shivered lightly, he kissed her passionately and she lost herself in the need to have him. 15
Patrick pulled a very intricate red satin rope from under the pillows, and tied her arms tightly above her head on the bed headboard, she didn't ask why, she was too excited, and willing to play whatever game there was on Patrick's mind. 16
He did the same with her legs, pulling them far apart from each other, tying them tightly, making sure she couldn't escape. She was growing even more excited by the rough foreplay. She was feeling like a victim, a slave, bounded to have to abide by her owners will, and that only made her fell more sexy, more into his game. 17
Patrick couldn't believe how pleasant, and easy this was going to be, he almost felt disappointed, since his victims horror always made it more interesting to him, but he was enjoying it nevertheless, a different experience for his tenth killing. 18
Alexia bit her lower lip, and furrowed her brows pretending concern, as she saw Patrick slowly pull a gold dagger embedded with red stones from behind him. She thought the dagger to be a beautiful and elegant object, perfectly suited for the occasion. 19
The only thought that bothered her slightly, was the thought of having her new dress cut into pieces-- for no other obvious way to remove it from her body seemed to be allowed by all the red satin straps that held her to the bed. 20
Patrick ran the dagger slowly from the length of her arm to the side of her face, down to her neck. The time had come, time to have his grand finale, he climbed on top of her. 21
"Do you trust me?" He asked her. 22
"Always,"she answered him, a dazzling smile iluminated her face. 23
He leaned closer to her, and started to kissing her fervently, she closed her eyes and arched her back and her neck backwards for him to kiss her neck and collar bones. Patrick contemplated her new position, it was perfect. 24
He suddenly stopped the kissing, and with one fluid fast movement he slashed her throat open, she opened her eyes in a reflexive motion, and the last thing she saw was a glimpse of the bloody dagger in Patrick's hand. Too fast for her to realize what had just happend to her. 25
He sat on top of her, letting the hot red blood cover him, 'till her heart realized that there was no blood left to pump, and came to a stop. Patrick sat there for a couple of minutes admiring his reflection in the mirrored walls, back and forth, a thousand images inside one another, the image reflected pleased him deeply--his own personal inferno, now more beautiful, and more perfect than ever, covered in living RED.
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Honorable mention
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