Unspoken Sins

All the shops were closed, the street was deserted. I was about to take the stairs when I noticed there was still some blood on my left palm. I started rubbing the blood off, but it dried up.

The stairs were dark and unfamiliar. I climbed the stairs with a burning cigarette on my lips. The lobby was dimly lit and the plaster was falling off. The brown wooden door of the apartment was staring at me.

I snuffed out the cigarette bud with my boots before opening the door and made my way in. The bulb in the lamp was flickering on the left wall. The bed was neatly made and at one end candles were burning. But my senses were soon overpowered by her aroma.

She was sitting on the bed. It was not a usual place for us to meet, but she said it was urgent. Her legs were covered with black stockings; her slender body was adorned by a black corset, legs folded with black heels on her sleek pointed feet. Her hands stretched firmly behind her, supporting her back on the bed. Her hair flowing down from her right shoulder. Red lips resembling the setting sun with all its glory and grandeur; black mascara darker than new moon night; red nails ablaze like hell fire.

Her eyes had a different emotion that day.

Not seducing but her charisma was such even Satan’s eyeballs would be pleased. Beauty is too small a word.

I kept my black over coat on the sofa and walked towards her. Her shoulders protruded a little. She straightened her legs and looked towards me with lustful eyes.

I grabbed her hand, pulled her towards me and planted my lips on hers. She closed her eyes and brought her tongue into my mouth. Her hands rolled over my back, moving upwards, she caressed my hair.

We both were in ecstasy. I threw her onto the bed and removed my shirt. She started to move back with swift inviting movements.

I was on top of her, we started kissing again. Her wet lips went from my ears to my neck, while my fingers pushed up her dress as I caressed her thighs.

With one sudden push on my chest, she rolled me over, got on top of me and looked deep into my eyes. Her mascara was little disfigured. Till now we hadn't said a word. Her lips moved to say, you do know that I love you? Tears started rolling from her eyes; she lowered herself on me, kissed and sucked my lips.

I couldn’t understand, it felt like it was our last passionate love. Shattered by this thought, I clasped her waist, closed even the minute distance between us and kissed her with more passion and valour.

Suddenly she removed her lips from mine, moved back, quickly swept her hand under the pillow and pulled out a dagger. With a crushing blow she buried it deep into the centre of my heart.

 Why? I grunted; grabbed her throat... choking her. She twisted the dagger and that was my last breath. Tears were still rolling down her eyes; blood was oozing out of my chest. My eyes still open, blood red, filled with questions and despair.

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