Friday Night Frights 4

Chapter 4

   “Would you like a cup of tea?”

   
   “I’d love one, thanks.”

   
   Heather poured hot water in a couple of plain white mugs. She felt nothing while she watched him pull the wet hoodie over his head. His shirt lifted, and she spotted an attractive flat stomach. When was the last time she had sex? She couldn’t even remember. Her views of sex were animalistic and even gross. It’s not something she even enjoyed or sought after, but it didn’t stop her from exploring her own sexuality, by herself. She unzipped her own hoodie and dropped on the floor.

   
   Tom pulled her close to him. They kissed briefly before they headed towards the bedroom. He stopped at the threshold.

   
   “Why is everything white?”

   
   “I like it.”

   
    He shrugged off the uneasy feeling at the pit of his stomach.

   
   “Why don’t you undress? I’ll just go to the bathroom.”

  
    “Okay.”

  
    Heather pulled a drawer open in the bathroom. She removed a pair of hair cutting scissors and slipped them into the waistband of her underwear. In the bedroom, Tom was lying back against a couple of white pillows. The only thing that wasn’t white was a small metal bowl. It looked almost surgical. She placed it on the side of the bed.

   
   Tom moved towards her, but she pushed him back. She unhooked her sports bra and let it fall on the floor. Her admire her slim figure. His hands moved up and down her back.

  
    “Close your eyes, Tom.”

   
   “Okay. Are we getting kinky?”

  
    “If you lay very still and be quiet, you’ll find out.”

   
   She moved the bowl next to his neck. With a swift stab, blood ran thick and fast into the bowl. He attempted to sit up, but she pushed him down until he didn’t move at all. The blood slowed and eventually stopped.

  
    Lifting his right eye lid, she aimed the sharpest part of the scissors at the corner of his eye.