Eat Your Heart Out

Eat Your Heart Out

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Genre: Horror

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Horror

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Summary

Alice moves from office job to office job for one reason only. Follow her on her sociopathic journey through the various string of lovers that have tried and failed at giving her what she really wants, and it's much more than a kiss on the cheek or saying 'I love you'...
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Summary

Alice moves from office job to office job for one reason only. Follow her on her sociopathic journey through the various string of lovers that have tried and failed at giving her what she really wants, and it's much more than a kiss on the cheek or saying 'I love you'...

Chapter1 (v.1) - Chapter 1

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This story is my own creation so please, no copying, no hating, just read and enjoy!

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 07, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 07, 2017

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It’s always the same in an office. Doesn’t matter where you go or what you job you have; if you’re in an office, you have a stereotype. There are always the same types of people. You could be working in the most creative building, sitting on beanbags and ‘mind mapping’, because apparently brain storming isn’t allowed anymore. Or you could be stuck in an off-white room, sat on a lumpy swivel chair with a computer that looks like it was built in the 90’s: No matter where you are, you have these roles that must be filled in that sort of enviroment. I got the job two weeks ago at the British Marine Associates; acing the flirty looks at the boss, and bullshitting my way through the mundane interview. Sitting at my new desk, in a spacious waiting area, this new admin job is going to suit me just fine. Until I need to move on.

I stare at the computer screen and listen out for the man in front of me, pacing back and forth, trying to keep quiet while he calms his raging wife from the other side of the phone. I hear the high pitched shouting and mumbling coming from the phone, and it cuts through the rest of the sounds emanating from the waiting room. He says he’ll speak to her about it when he gets home, but I don’t think that’s going to be happening any time soon. He hangs up and stops pacing for a moment, running his hand through his hair. I finally look up and lock eyes with him. My sympathetic smile warms him slightly and he smiles back briefly before placing his left hand in his pocket, hiding his ring, and walking off towards the coffee machine. I want to follow him and ask him questions but I refrain. It’ll only make him suspicious. Instead, I wait. He’ll come crawling over to me soon enough, then he’ll be putty in my hands.

He pushes hard against my body as I grab hold of the kitchen counter behind me. His tongue thrashes fiercely and passionately in my mouth and I push back. The power play will make it easier for me later on. He carries on grabbing me and running his hands up and down my body, moaning into my mouth. I keep up with his movements, but he doubles his enthusiasm with every motion. I run my hand through his hair and grab it tightly between my fingers, holding his lips against mine. He loves it, and I feel him pressing into me as I'm thrusted once more against the counter. Not long now.

I pick his shirt up off the floor and stuff it into my laundry bag. That’ll be going to the dry cleaners tonight. Might need to get rid of a couple of stains first. His face looks so peaceful, and his closed eyes make me wonder what he would be dreaming about, if he was dreaming now. I kneel next to him on the floor and take hold of his ice cold hand and run my fingers down his veins. His skin is so soft. I lean down and gently press my lips on his. This time, it’s more of a caress. There’s much more emotion, more feeling, more life in this kiss than the night before. I take one last look at him, taking in his body, his face, his sweet smell. Then I pull out my scissors from my handbag and begin my work.

I leave the hotel with a smirk to the bell boy. I wink at him and he quickly grabs the phone with his clammy hands, ready to call his mother to say I've paid them a visit. I must admit I have soft spot for Charlie. Our little deal runs deeper than he could imagine, but his naïve smile assures me that he would bend over backwards for me, no matter what the cost.

When I arrive at work, a folder is neatly placed in front of my keyboard. When I take a look, I see it has the names of some of the company’s top employees. A post-it note on the front reads ‘RED LINE: FIRED.’ I take a look through and find some of the names are highlighted, and others are underlined in red pen. I bring the phone over to me and start calling. Looking down the list, I see his name: Tom Richardson. I smirk slightly before trying the number. I let it ring for a good minute or two before leaving a message, asking him to call back innocently. I then try the house number that’s been left on his registration form. You have to ring their secondary number if they don't pick up their mobile: Just following staff protocol. A woman picks up.

‘Hello?’

‘Hiya, this is Alice calling from BMA, I was wondering if Mr Richardson was around?’

‘No. He hasn’t been home. Can I just ask if he left the office last night?’

‘I think I saw him leave at around six-ish. But don’t hold me to that!’

‘I see. Well thanks anyway, if you see him, can you tell him to give me a ring?’

‘Of course, and when you see him, it would be great if he could give us a quick call. Just for a chat. Have a nice day Mrs Richardson.’

I hang up. It’s better to be more certain with the partners, and say ‘when’ rather than ‘if’. Gives them more hope, and gives me less problems. I take a sip of coffee and carry on down the list. Relieving people of their jobs is one of the most entertaining tasks I’ve ever done. But there’s something much better than that in my life; a hobby that’s much more interesting, and the game is about to get even more fun.


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