Gifts

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Review Chain

A man decides what gifts to buy for his girlfriend whom he'll be meeting in a few hours.

Gifts

 

I debated whether I should get the sky blue or the baby pink. She might like the blue one, but I thought she looked better on the other.

"Sleeping robes, sir?" A clerk appeared on my side, an inquisitive look on her face, her hands clasped at right angles with each other in front of her body.

"Oh, hey. Yeah, for my girlfriend. I'm choosing between these two." I pointed to the robes I was looking at. Both were small-sized robes, fuzzy and elegant looking, the kind you'd see actresses wear on movies and TV.

The clerk smiled. "Good choices, sir. These are fine robes, made of premium cloth." She told me that a woman's character may be connected to the colors they want to wear. "I can help you choose if you describe your woman to me."

That was easy. I smiled. "Well, she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Short blonde hair, blue eyes, long slender neck, perfect waists, and --"

"Sir?"

"Yes?"

"I meant, what kind of person your girlfriend is." The clerk looked confused. "Her character. Like, is she smart, is she kind, what things she like, stuff like that?"

"Oh." I chuckled, scratched at the back of my neck. "Sorry. Sorry. Well, the thing is, I love her so, so much, but I don't really know her that well. All I know is that she used to attend university and that she always gets angry with me. Always shouts curses at me and all that. She's not picky with colors, too, so I choose for her instead."

"Huh. Okay." She paused for a second. "Well, temperamental women, I can say, usually like purple or black. We don't have stocks for both, though. Sorry."

Purple would look terrible on her. So would black. I don't like it. Actually, I hate it. Purple reminds me of bruises. Black? Well, black reminds me of worse things.

"I'll just take pink, then. I like her better in pink."

I went out of the store carrying the bag for the robe.

There were more people in the mall than when I'd entered. It's Friday, and, like me, people got out of work early to hang out and have fun.

I looked at my watch. Half-past five. I told her I'd meet her at seven. I've still got some time.

I went to the shoe store across the mall. Entering, I made my way straight to the women's section.

I've always had a thing for red high heels - it just makes any girl more beautiful, more enticing. So when I spotted one, I had it wrapped immediately: shiny red shoes, pointed, black insides, heels three inches. I didn't know what her shoe size was, so I just estimated. They could replace it if it didn't fit, anyway, they said.

Buying her shoes can be dangerous for me. She could use it as a weapon, could hit me with those sharp, sturdy heels. She had mellowed down the past few weeks but she could try and hurt me again.

But the thought of her in red heels is just so powerful, so alluring, that I'm willing to forget that risk.

I went next to this store to buy her a dress. Dresses would look great on her. It'd make her cuter and more feminine, and highlight the parts of her body I like the most.

One dress caught my eye, this white long-sleeved pleated dress with small black checkers. I thought it would look great on her figure. And it had buttons from the neck down to its lower back, and I can imagine how nice it'd be to unbutton those for her after a long day.

I asked a clerk if they had other sizes for the dress. She asked me what size I was looking for. I didn't know. She shot me a look. I just told her to bring back something smaller, and I'll know if it'll fit my girl or not. Three attempts later, she got what I thought was the right size.

Going out of the store, I looked at my watch again. Six. Lots of time left.

I don't even know why I keep on getting anxious whenever I'd visit her. I know she's all mine, the same way I'm all hers. She wasn't the most pleasant person, but she'd gotten nicer to me. There's no reason to worry, I'd have to remind myself that.

I went to the perfume store next.

Entered, then straight to the women's section. I picked out a rack with these elegant-looking bottles, square-shaped glasses with tall plastic caps. Only elegant things for someone as elegant as her. As I was sampling some bottles, an employee came to assist me. I had to swallow a lump in my throat when I saw her.

Her blue eyes fixed onto mine, a felicitous smile on her face. "Good evening, sir. How may I help you?"

"Oh, uhm, hi." Her eyes were too intense. I couldn't stare. "I, uh, I'm just looking for some, uh, perfume. Perfume." I tried to smile.

"If this is for a girlfriend or a wife, I would recommend this--" I wasn't listening. As soon as she turned towards the bottles to reach for one, my eyes crawled to her body. Her waist was slim, her breasts firm and sizeable, her ass hefty and protruding. I tried not to look, but it was too hard. I managed to lift my gaze exactly at the same time she handed me a bottle, red with a black cap.

"Try this, sir. It's one of our bestsellers." Her slender fingers worked the cap, took it off, and handed the bottle to me. I reached for the bottle, and our fingers touched for a brief moment. My knees felt like buckling, liquid bones carrying too much weight.

I smelled the perfume. It was too strong, almost overpowering. I gave it back to her. "Too strong for me," talking more to the bottle than to her.

She put the bottle back and stepped back to choose another one. My eyes found her blonde bob and stayed there. Then I noticed her long, slender neck. I imagined how it felt like, how it smelled like, how it tasted like. I noticed my chest pumping, my breathing shallow. I can't. I shouldn't. She's beautiful, but I have a girlfriend, and she's--

"Try this, sir. It’s duller than the other one, but still fragrant." I reached for the blue bottle. Her smile was just too beautiful.

This one was better. It smelled sweet and tender, like tightly hugging someone soft and innocent. I picked out a hint of floral and some pines. Very feminine. "I'll, uh, I'll take it."

"Very well, sir. Let me ring this up for you." She turned around and went to the counter. Her tight-fitting uniform highlighted her features. I couldn't look away.

I felt guilty. I shouldn't be like this. I have a girlfriend waiting for me. I shouldn't, shouldn't, shouldn't. My breathing was shallower. I couldn't think straight.

I paid for the perfume. She was right behind the counter, beside the cashier. I gazed away. I won't look at her. I shouldn't. No.

The cashier gave me the bag and said thank you. The blonde woman said thank you, too, but I already had my back turned when she did.

I found a set of benches near the perfume store and sat. I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths. I couldn't take her image off my mind. This is bad. This is bad.

My hands were balled up in my lap, and I struggled to focus. I've had therapy. I can handle this.

Inhale. Exhale.

In. Out.

In. Out.

Slowly. Good. My pulse is slowing down. Nice.

In. Out. In. Out. Focus. Good. There. I'm doing it.

It took me about ten minutes to calm myself down. That was bad, but I've managed it. I've changed. I'm different.

I looked at my clock. Six-thirty. I got us some dinner and some flowers and went on my way.

 

 

Six-fifty. I was following the dirt road in the middle of the woods. The sun had set, replaced with a crescent moon, playing hide-and-seek with me and the trees. My truck's engine drowned out the song of the crickets.

I wonder how she'd feel about my gifts. We've only been together for a week, but I felt like she needed those things. I'm sure she'd be happy.

I stopped by a small wooden cabin in the middle of a clearing. It was dark inside, as expected. I went out of my truck, walked to the door. Pulling out my key chain, I counted five keys for the five padlocks. I opened each one with ease.

I swung the door open, turned on the lights, and looked around. Everything was as I left it yesterday - the kitchen on the left, the couch and the TV in the living room, the pictures of Mom, Dad, and I on top of the fireplace. I sat down on the couch and stretched my feet.

I took a peek at the contents of the bags in my hand. There was the pink robe, which I chose because I thought it'd look good on her. I ought to ask her about her favorite color, so I'd know what to buy her next time. I just hope she doesn't like purple or black - purple reminds me of the bruises Dad used to give me, and black reminds me of the dark closet Mom used to lock me in when I do bad things. God bless them.

There were the red heels, which I bought even when it could be dangerous for me, and the checkered dress which I thought would look good on her. And then there's the perfume which I'd rather not think about.

I was sweating. I told myself to relax. There's nothing to worry about.

In the middle of the room was a huge carpet made of bearskin. I pulled it back to reveal a hatch carved onto the floor. I lifted the door up and went down a small flight of stairs.

When I reached the bottom of the basement, I felt for the wall on my right, finding the light switch, and turned it on.

My girlfriend was sprawled on the floor in the middle of the small basement. Laying down, her greasy, tangled blonde hair was a mess, her gray dress covered in grime.

She looked beautiful. Her slender figure, thin waist, plump breasts, sizeable butt, everything was exactly as I wanted it. Even her legs looked sexy, despite one foot being chained onto a wooden beam.

She looked up, and her cute, innocent eyes looked into mine.

"Hey, Ana. I've got gifts for you."


Submitted: February 10, 2021

© Copyright 2021 Christian Jerome. All rights reserved.

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AdamCarlton

This was interesting, with some great, quirky descriptive writing. Full of energy. It might have worked even better with an alluded ending, finishing the story at 6.30pm.

Wed, February 10th, 2021 8:03am

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Thank you for reading! Glad you liked it.

Wed, February 10th, 2021 6:30pm

Celtic-Scribe63

Oh, My!

This was a brilliant read.
I loved how your character was so particular with his choices of gifts, all to please him, I think, more than her?

A great twisted ending.

Sat, February 20th, 2021 1:36pm

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Thank you for reading! Glad you liked it.

Sat, February 20th, 2021 8:50pm

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