The Killing Game.
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Category:
Horror/Thriller › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,494
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
He Knows
(Recap) I still want him…you know. Sexually I mean. And he knows it. He makes me want him.
He wallows in the knowledge that he only has to make eye contact with me and I melt. Bastard. His damned attractiveness is exactly why I am in the uncompromising situation that I find myself in now. Oh it was ‘so’ Cliché. Girl sees guy. Girl falls for guy…’literally’. Beautiful guy sees girl fall and swoops down like the devil himself and picks her fat ass up like she still weighs 125 pounds. Guy asks if girl is hurt in an illegally beautiful accent that makes you think of strong drinks and smooth skin. But girl can’t understand what he’s saying because girl’s eyes can’t look away from his, which give her a strange craving for honey. Oh! It should have been a little too suspicions that he wanted to have a cup of coffee and share company with me not more than ten minutes after he picked me up. But I was lost at sea when he lowered those straight eyebrows and glared at those who had slowed around us to see what was happening.
Some would say that I have bad luck, but NOPE, I’m just STUPID. Grimm told me he was going to take me out that same night to dinner. “WARNINGBELLS”. Ignored. Grimm, then, continued to take me out for every meal after that. “WARNINGBELLS”. Ignored. Yes, and after two months of slowly taking over my life, Grimm pops off the question. Would I go with him to see over some affairs at his home. If that didn’t sound like it came straight out of a horror film, then I’ve lost more of my mind than I thought I had. Of course the answer would be ‘yes’. One does not say ‘no’ to Grimm Speirr. Things are made very difficult for you if you do. So off we went, and before I knew what hit me I was in ‘Nowhere Scotland’. Grimm’s family home looked like hell straight up on the outside, but on the inside it was amazing. Everything looked so original like nothing had been changed since the original owners put it together.
Grimm had been curt but an all around good host the first two days I was his guest. He probably would have remained so if I had not let my curiosity get the best of me. I doubt it though; when he brought me there he had a plan. Well you know what they say: “Curiosity killed the cat”, but this time literally he killed a cat.
I could always hear him up and moving around at all hours of the night. But as I opened the door to the solar I could smell animal. You know that musty kind of smell. Then the coppery scent similar to something like blood hit my senses. And then there he was. Backed up into a corner, squatted down and viciously his mouth was tearing at the belly of some kind of small animal like he was rabid. It was one of the strangest things I had ever seen. I was so dumbstruck by the fact that this once gorgeous man was mangling and consuming the insides of the poor animal, replaying him ripping into it and listening to the sounds he was making over and over again in my mind. That I failed to notice that the sounds had stopped and I failed to notice that Grimm wasn’t in the corner any longer. Its only occupant now was what was left of the mangled animal corpse. Grimm was nowhere to be seen. Then it got scary. Are you ready?
He wallows in the knowledge that he only has to make eye contact with me and I melt. Bastard. His damned attractiveness is exactly why I am in the uncompromising situation that I find myself in now. Oh it was ‘so’ Cliché. Girl sees guy. Girl falls for guy…’literally’. Beautiful guy sees girl fall and swoops down like the devil himself and picks her fat ass up like she still weighs 125 pounds. Guy asks if girl is hurt in an illegally beautiful accent that makes you think of strong drinks and smooth skin. But girl can’t understand what he’s saying because girl’s eyes can’t look away from his, which give her a strange craving for honey. Oh! It should have been a little too suspicions that he wanted to have a cup of coffee and share company with me not more than ten minutes after he picked me up. But I was lost at sea when he lowered those straight eyebrows and glared at those who had slowed around us to see what was happening.
Some would say that I have bad luck, but NOPE, I’m just STUPID. Grimm told me he was going to take me out that same night to dinner. “WARNINGBELLS”. Ignored. Grimm, then, continued to take me out for every meal after that. “WARNINGBELLS”. Ignored. Yes, and after two months of slowly taking over my life, Grimm pops off the question. Would I go with him to see over some affairs at his home. If that didn’t sound like it came straight out of a horror film, then I’ve lost more of my mind than I thought I had. Of course the answer would be ‘yes’. One does not say ‘no’ to Grimm Speirr. Things are made very difficult for you if you do. So off we went, and before I knew what hit me I was in ‘Nowhere Scotland’. Grimm’s family home looked like hell straight up on the outside, but on the inside it was amazing. Everything looked so original like nothing had been changed since the original owners put it together.
Grimm had been curt but an all around good host the first two days I was his guest. He probably would have remained so if I had not let my curiosity get the best of me. I doubt it though; when he brought me there he had a plan. Well you know what they say: “Curiosity killed the cat”, but this time literally he killed a cat.
I could always hear him up and moving around at all hours of the night. But as I opened the door to the solar I could smell animal. You know that musty kind of smell. Then the coppery scent similar to something like blood hit my senses. And then there he was. Backed up into a corner, squatted down and viciously his mouth was tearing at the belly of some kind of small animal like he was rabid. It was one of the strangest things I had ever seen. I was so dumbstruck by the fact that this once gorgeous man was mangling and consuming the insides of the poor animal, replaying him ripping into it and listening to the sounds he was making over and over again in my mind. That I failed to notice that the sounds had stopped and I failed to notice that Grimm wasn’t in the corner any longer. Its only occupant now was what was left of the mangled animal corpse. Grimm was nowhere to be seen. Then it got scary. Are you ready?