This Will Never Happen

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
About a year ago, I started writing a graphic and violent short story about a serial killer and myself being his apprentice. This is a small excerpt from it. I am happily engaged to the woman of my dreams, but I have man crushes all the time. The man from this fictional story was one of them.

Submitted: January 26, 2012

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Submitted: January 26, 2012




When his eyes met mine, I lost grip of the drill but I did not care. I stared intently at him with eyes he could not see. I sank to my knees, my mouth agape in awe of the power this man held. My hands clumsily fought with the mask and finally they won, letting me breathe fresh, cold air into my lungs. He stepped toward me, but all I could do was stare. Seconds seemed to be eternity, but I enjoyed every moment of this connection. Finally, after what felt like ages, his hands stretched out to meet my face. He grasped my face, willing me to stand. I nearly gasped at his touch. Though his hands were slick with blood, he held me fast. I could do nothing but return his gaze and stand as he wished. When I stood at full height, he brushed a hand across my forehead and into my hair, leaving a trail of blood behind. It was a second afterwards that he kissed me. In that god awful silence, he kissed me. 


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