Obviously you’re staring. So, so obviously.
No ones looking though. So how would they know? Who knows?
well, she does. Her long hair is rather infatuating. It flows down her back and over her curves as slick as water. The way her supple little curves draw your eyes to them, the way you trace them hungrily with your gaze and how you fail to notice that your bright teal tongue is tracing over your quickly drying lips. Damn, that’s enough to get anybody going. But you’re strong for now. You have to be, because she staring right back at you and her gaze is penetrating right through your red shades.
Suddenly your breath hitches and she grabs at her long hair, pulls it all over one shoulder. She starts walking towards you, her boots clicking against the harsh wooden surface of the old pirate’s tavern.
You can feel her probing into you, her fingers sticking into every little wet nook of knowledge you have.
Oh. No pun intended.
But now she’s in front of you and you’re caught in her deep gaze. Your eyes drift to her bright cerulean lips; puckered, plump, and just waiting for the bite of justice.
No words exchange between the two of you but when she walks away you follow. When the doors are behind you and the alley starts to crowd around you can’t help but let your hands grope at her choice ass.
The smirk on her face is present in the laugh that trickles past her lips. Now it’s real.
When you look down next there’s blood on your chest and even more on the ground. It’s yours. And hers.
There’s a cut above your left eye and the blood is blinding you and ruining your depth perception.
You go for a left hook but miss and go right though her silky strands, a soft waft of seawater and ale fills your nose before you see the ground closing in.
But you don’t fall. You’re caught by this dark vixen. She flips you around to face her and her supple lips are upon yours, licking, bitting. A gnashing of fangs that defines all lines of the blackest romances.
Her teeth trail up your jaw and to the lobe of your ear.
she whispers something incoherent and the hard ground knocks the air out of your lungs.
Her grin is a facade for the contempt she hold for you.
And now it’s the last thing you’ll ever see.
As you tumble into perpetual darkness you can hear her honey sweet voice.
“I’ve always heard justice is 8lind.”