The Tattoo


The Tattoo

You would look good with a tattoo
Let me give one to you?
Leaning in close with my hands placed on your neck
I give your cheek a sweet small peck
You look up at me with love filled eyes
I smile down at you and there you foresee your demise
Suddenly my hands tighten
You struggle and your face begins to brighten
Brighten to a slight shade of red
Your eyes rolling wildly and filled with dread
Your nails desperately clawing at my skin
I tighten once more and stare down at you with a cold amused grin
Slowly your lips begin to turn blue
Your face soon takes on a similar hue
Your fighting soon turns weak
Weak under my looming physique
Finally you stop struggling beneath me
I can no longer feel your pulse...not even faintly
Removing my hands from their position
The adrenaline rush has left them a bit shaken
Now I admire the mark that I have left upon you
A beautiful red butterfly shaped tattoo.

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