Twisted Evil

Twisted Evil

by

Lorraine Maddocks

 

  Robyn let out a mouse-like squeal as she flew into the concrete wall and grinned 

in sick pleasure.  She pushed herself off the wall and crashed down to the wooden floor 

with  a  sharp  scream.    Her long  red  hair  was  tied  in  a  loose  knot  between  her  shoulder 

blades and was streaked with dried blood from wounds inflicted days before.  She had a 

long, wide bruise along the length of her cheekbone, but it didn‟t seem to bother her.  the 

dark-haired  man straddled  her  and  violently  backhanded  her  across  the  face,  the  sharp 

edge of his golden signet ring creating an inch-long cut at the corner of her mouth.  She 

giggled.  “I love it when you do that.” 

  “I know you do, baby.  That‟s why I do it.” 

Robyn tensed her muscles, threw him off of her and climbed on him.  Putting her 

face close to his, she ran her fingers over the curves of his face, drawing blood from the 

side of his nose with one razor-sharp fingernail.  “Do you love it when I do it?”  She ran 

her finger over the cut, collecting most of the blood, and licked it off.  “Mmm.” 

“Absolutely.”  He smiled and clasped his hands behind his head.  “You‟re the 

only one can make me scream.” 

Robyn sat up and rested her hands on his chest.  “Mm.  I like the screaming.” 

The dark-haired man – his name was Mika – lifted her off him, as if she weighed 

no more than a feather, and sprang to his feet.  He wiped the rest of the fresh blood from 

his face and sucked it from his hand.  Robyn was more than happy to let the thin trickle 

of blood make its tracks down her neck,  enjoying the  sensation.  Mika opened his eyes 

wider and watched with growing interest as the red liquid dripped down her skin.  It was 

so red.  And her skin was so pale.  Even now, it was just an enchanting contrast. 

Robyn  took  the  elastic  band  from  her  hair,  snapped  it  around  her  wrist  and 

brushed frantically at her flame coloured locks.  It was amazing how shiny that hair could 

become within a few minutes, and how the bloodstains seemed to mostly flake out.  She 

reached up and ran a hand through Mika‟s brown hair – a rare show of friendly affection.  

“What‟s wrong Mika?” 

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