DARK MEETS LIGHT

ZAIRE "Please, don't kill me, please!" Tom pleaded, lying down there in the pool of his blood. I popped my gun and pointed it to his head. Mentally, I calculated the distance between the cold metal in my hand and his brain. Wondering where to shoot, his cranium or cerebellum. "Please! Please! Why do you want to kill me, you motherfucker!? I am your boss!" His forehead, I concluded. "Not anymore." I pulled the trigger and watched his brain splatter everywhere, most part of it took up a residence on the wall. I turned and started out, walking straight to the door. "So, what now?" asked following up behind me. "Now, you clean up. I won't be coming in today. Tell the boss I'll be in tomorrow morning. He can call if there's an emergency." "You going to the house?" "No." "You going to f**k some p***y?" I heard the amusement in his voice. "f**k you, Martin." His laughter trailed behind me as I got to my car and entered it. I faced the cheeky bastard, "Clean up here, keep your eyes open. Call me if there's anything." "You're holding out on me, Zaire. Have a heart, man and invite this cock." I drove off, having one destination on mind. I parked in my usual spot beneath a broken streetlight. A car passed, blocking my view and I waited it out, until finally, the stupid car sped up. Her flower shop came into view. “Lia's Special Wishes”, is the name of her flower shop. The glow from the windows reflected on the wet, black pavement. The flowers in the window promised romance to anyone who ventured inside to buy them. Then, she came into view. Aurelia Daniel...Lia, for short. She stood behind her counter, her blonde hair curling around her shoulders as she fussed with a ribbon on a vase of pink and yellow roses. She c****d her head to the side and stepped back to study her handiwork. Not satisfied, she pulled the bow free and cut along the lengths of satiny ribbon. Then she ran her scissors down the strips. They snapped back, the tendrils curling against each other until they looked like a wild white bloom. Her fingers worked with delicate precision, each movement focused on creating beauty from nothing. When she surveyed her work again, her lips stretched into that beautiful smile that always leave me f*****g entranced. I've seen smiles before, all f*****g kinds. But I've never seen one as beautiful as hers. There is this blatant innocence that clings to her so strong, it might as well be written in bold letters and engraved on her forehead. The first time I saw her on the streets, I was driving away after doing a job and spotted her buying things from a*****e. I was struck by her beauty. I've never been this fascinated in a long time. Every man in this f*****g town has an interest in her. Every damn man must stare whenever she passes, and why won't they? She is easily the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I've seen a lot of bitches. Beauty, and that f*****g innocence she radiates at the slightest gesture, makes her so....... I drew a blank, not finding the damn adjective I was searching for. Never been good with words. Just give me a gun or any torture device and I'll show you how I invented the word "Pro". I'm not a good man or anything of that sort. No, I'm the worst kind of bad, and I want that woman in the flower shop. Staring at the beauty, I want to f*****g own her. I want to dirty her up. I want to lay her flat on her back and f**k her raw and hard until she is raw from it. I want to pump her full with my c*m and watch it drip down her leg as she stands on shaky legs, that angelic face of hers glazed with desire or pleasure or pleasure/pain. Anyone. I love pleasure. But I feed off pain. Shove the both together and it's called heaven. That light that clings to her almost like that innocence wrapped around her is beckoning to me. It's as if her light is drawing my darkness. I catalogued every move she made, from the way she pulled her hair over one shoulder to the slight jut of her hips when she favored her left foot. My need to possess her thrummed along with the steady beat of my heart, but I counseled patience. I have been watching her for the past two months but time couldn’t stop my growing obsession. I wanted to devour her. I want to eat her whole, and snuff out her innocence and light until she has become one with me. One with the darkness inside me. And I will do that. I will get her, but not now. Soon. I started my car and drove away.