The Artist
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Horror/Thriller › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,379
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2
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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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.
The Artist [1]
The Artist
By Lindsey [pissiMissi]
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“She never objects to the clothing I pick for her I think it is because she enjoys it. She may be a ballerina today, a dominatrix tomorrow, rock star the next only can I control it. She merely watches with a smile for me that will never fade.”
Dinner Time.
She stared across the table without saying a word her eyes such a deep blue that as they gazed into his he could drown within them. Many times he lost himself within their magnificence.
“Amanda, my darling,” he began, “Tonight is a very special night.” He gave her a sly smile and tilted his wine glass against hers; however, she did not meet his in the middle of the table to share in the cheer of the moment. Pressing the glass to his lips, he drank deeply and savored each drop as though it were the last he would ever take in this world. Licking his lips, he set the glass down and smiled at her, “My darling, Amanda you look beautiful tonight.”
Her lips sat silently upturned in a small smile.
“Ah yes. You are beginning to remember this night seven years ago?” He poured himself more wine and leaned back in the wooden chair letting the glass tilt the stem between his middle and ring fingers. “It was the night we met.” Once again he brought the glass to his lips, “It was a glorious night wasn’t it, Amanda? You look just as beautiful now as you did then if not more beautiful.”
Amanda stared back silent as ever the smile never leaving her crimson lips. The candle light shined brightly against her face and for a moment, it looked as though she were crying.
He touched her hand giving it a gentle squeeze, “It brings a tear to my eye as well. I only wish that I…I-” His eyes widened in horror, “Amanda!” He cried her name and immediately doused the candles with the wine throwing his glass onto the table soaking the white tablecloth and Amanda’s dress. “My darling!” He dragged her away from the table nearly dislocating her shoulder; pulled her into the bedroom, “Oh Amanda look at what you’ve done to yourself.” He whipped her face clean of the tears, “Your dress is ruined. Oh forgive me for yelling at you, my darling. I was only trying to stop your tears.”
She stared up at him her eyes just two drops of heated wax threatening to roll down her cheeks and sear the rest of her flawless face.
“I promise, Amanda, next time your eyes will not torment you so.” He whispered pressing his finger beneath her left eye so the color would not run. “Seeing you in tears makes my soul ache.”
Amanda lay beneath his gaze and skillful hands, the soaked dress clung to her, she lay in silence trusting him completely.
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By Lindsey [pissiMissi]
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“She never objects to the clothing I pick for her I think it is because she enjoys it. She may be a ballerina today, a dominatrix tomorrow, rock star the next only can I control it. She merely watches with a smile for me that will never fade.”
Dinner Time.
She stared across the table without saying a word her eyes such a deep blue that as they gazed into his he could drown within them. Many times he lost himself within their magnificence.
“Amanda, my darling,” he began, “Tonight is a very special night.” He gave her a sly smile and tilted his wine glass against hers; however, she did not meet his in the middle of the table to share in the cheer of the moment. Pressing the glass to his lips, he drank deeply and savored each drop as though it were the last he would ever take in this world. Licking his lips, he set the glass down and smiled at her, “My darling, Amanda you look beautiful tonight.”
Her lips sat silently upturned in a small smile.
“Ah yes. You are beginning to remember this night seven years ago?” He poured himself more wine and leaned back in the wooden chair letting the glass tilt the stem between his middle and ring fingers. “It was the night we met.” Once again he brought the glass to his lips, “It was a glorious night wasn’t it, Amanda? You look just as beautiful now as you did then if not more beautiful.”
Amanda stared back silent as ever the smile never leaving her crimson lips. The candle light shined brightly against her face and for a moment, it looked as though she were crying.
He touched her hand giving it a gentle squeeze, “It brings a tear to my eye as well. I only wish that I…I-” His eyes widened in horror, “Amanda!” He cried her name and immediately doused the candles with the wine throwing his glass onto the table soaking the white tablecloth and Amanda’s dress. “My darling!” He dragged her away from the table nearly dislocating her shoulder; pulled her into the bedroom, “Oh Amanda look at what you’ve done to yourself.” He whipped her face clean of the tears, “Your dress is ruined. Oh forgive me for yelling at you, my darling. I was only trying to stop your tears.”
She stared up at him her eyes just two drops of heated wax threatening to roll down her cheeks and sear the rest of her flawless face.
“I promise, Amanda, next time your eyes will not torment you so.” He whispered pressing his finger beneath her left eye so the color would not run. “Seeing you in tears makes my soul ache.”
Amanda lay beneath his gaze and skillful hands, the soaked dress clung to her, she lay in silence trusting him completely.
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