-Prelude –

He sat at the bar; his eyes were on his drink and his mind on his cigarette. He took a long drag, and a shadow covered him.

"Is this seat taken?" it asked. "Nope, go ahead, it’s all yours", he said without bothering to look up at the person. "Thanks", said the voice.

The bartender noticed the newcomer, "What will ya have, Miss?" "Gin and Tonic" she said. As she was being served her drink, he spoke to her, still not looking in her direction. "So, you new here?" he asked. "No, actually I’m a bit of a regular" she said before she began to ask the bartender “How much for the drink?” But the man next to her waved his hand to stop any of the question from being asked. "Don't worry 'bout it. Just put it on my tab", he told the bartender, who left to attend to another customer.

“So, tell me about yourself" she asked. “From what I’ve seen in these few minutes, you seem like a gent. Are you?" “Well, I try to be" he said looking directly at her. "What? Wow, you’ve changed. I didn’t even recognized you until I saw those amazing eyes of yours”, he said as his mind retook a picture of her face.

“Haha, who hasn’t? So, how about we leave thing joint and go somewhere where we can... You know, catch up on ‘old times’.” She suggested. With that said, he escorted her out of the bar, and hailed a cab.

- His Place -

Once they had reached his apartment, the mood had already become hot and heavy. At first in the bar and in the cab, it was innocent, and not so innocent innuendos. Yet now that their games began to move into the bedroom.

“Are you still a naughty boy?” she said, her voice seductively deep.

“Only when it comes to the bedroom,” he answered.

“Is this why you brought me into your bedroom?” she walked towards the bed and sat on the edge.

“You know me well,” he said as he watched her cross her legs.

“Do I?”

“More than I’m willing to admit” he said with a sly smile.

“Come here” she ordered as she unbuttoned her blouse and let her hair down from its clip. “I’ve got something for you.” She gestured him to come closer. Like a dog coming to his master... He obeyed and slowly began to walk towards her.

“No, on all fours.” He smiled, and went down on all fours as she commanded, and went to her.

“Good Boy.” She patted him on the head as she uncrossed and opened her legs so he could come closer. His hands began to slide inwardly on her thighs.

She slapped his left hand, and waggled her finger. “Now, you’re being a very bad dog: and bad dogs have to be tied up”, she said as she pulled out handcuffs from behind her back with her other hand.

“Then, I’ll have to be punished then, won’t I?” Lust dripped from his voice, as he dared her to do so. Already beginning to cuff his right wrist, she moved him onto the bed, and pulling the other handcuff through the bed frame and fastened it to his other wrist. After she had bound him to the bed frame, she sat on top of him. Her cool eyes looking into his lust-filled blue ones.

“You know, bad dogs have to be disciplined...” She whispered as a switchblade appeared from behind her back.

“... But if they continue being bad... You usually have to put them to sleep... Permanently.” His sex hungry eyes widened with realization and fear of what was about to happen. He began to twist and turn, trying to desperately free himself of the handcuffs and from the tight grasp of her legs around, which mounted her seat on his grind. Like a rodeo rider riding a bull, she hung on and began to slash him in fluid motions. Starting from his abdomen letting his skin open so easily with the help of at sharp blade to her final heart-wrenching stab (literally).

With that last stab dealt, her breath ragged and her voice hoarse she leant over, caressed her lips on his cheek ending them onto his cold lifeless lips and kissed him.

“A kiss means nothing in the end...isn’t that what you told me?” She whispered as lifted herself from him and the bed.

She fixed her appearance as presentable as one could, after just murdering someone. Then walked to a phone on his dresser and dialed. It rang for a while, and then a voice answered.

“Hello?”

“Rubé, I did it,”

She told the voice on the other end of the phone, as she looked at what was left of him. He lay there, dead. His eyes glazed in fear, his face distorted in pain, his limbs in odd angles, the sheets that were washed with red surrounded him.

“Alright, we’ll be there in a few. Leave the door unlocked, and disappear before we get there. Burn the clothes you’ve used, we’ll take care of the rest.”

She hung the receiver as the line was dead and began to walk out of the room, out of the building. She took one last look at him, his lifeless eyes still embedded in shock and fear.

“Don't ask me to stop thinking about you. You're as good as forgotten, and I will enjoy the rest of my life knowing you will never hurt me again.”

She walked out; making sure the door was unlocked.

“Let the others take care of the rest.”

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A/N: I wasn’t going to add this, but at the last minute I just said ‘fuck it’ and put it up. Hope you enjoy. Can you guess who’s who? (Oh side note of a side note, much thanks for a nerdy girl with rockin’ socks who betaed this chapter for me.)

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