Monday 6 April 2015

Etienne

Back home, he poured himself a drink. Whiskey. On the rocks. Just how he always had it. He had picked it up during his travels, and it became his drink of choice. Walking towards the balcony with the drink in his hand, he stood to admire the view. He took a sip from his glass and stepped out, taking in the cool breeze on his face.

Etienne sat down on the wooden chair in his balcony. The breeze was like a lullaby. He closed his eyes and Nandhini appeared before him. Her silky smooth skin. Oh those curves, even now made his body react. But what excited him more was wondering what she'd taste like.

Her lips were like running his tongue over soft peach. She certainly looked like something he had never tasted before. The hunger in him grew as did something else.

His thoughts drifted off to two years ago when he had met a girl on one of his volunteer trips. Swetha. She was only 19. Her dusky skin, brown eyes and long dark hair still got his heart racing. Swetha was Etienne's first. Never in his wildest imaginations did he think he was capable of doing what he had done to Swetha.

Few days before he left the country, Swetha had insisted on meeting him. She had to secretly sneak out of her house, giving some excuse of meeting a girlfriend. After dinner, Etienne was driving her home when Swetha insisted they stop the car along a quiet street with tree plantations on either side. No one was in sight. 

Swetha and Etienne both wanted each other so badly. They kissed passionately in the car, then decided no one would see them in the plantation, besides it was exciting to be out in the open. He can still remember how her lips tasted. Warm, moist and there was this certain sweetness about this dusky beauty, like honey. He had to make sure she was his.

Only his. 

There was only one way.

While making love, Etienne got carried away, the thought of not being with her for a long time or worse, losing her to someone else got to him and he bit her on her neck. Swetha screamed in excruciating pain. Instead of stopping, Etienne pinned her down, knocked her out cold  and ripped a small piece of flesh out in his mouth. It tasted so good. 

It was like something had taken over him and he was oblivious to his surroundings. All he could think about was making Swetha a part of him. As the red liquid glistened under the moonlit sky, he licked her, all over, tasting every bit of her and her sweetness. He took out his pocket knife to cut off  a piece of her. 

He savoured this exquisite delicacy. Now, she will always stay with him. Be a part of him. Swetha took her last breath and Etienne drove the rest of her back to his home, to make every inch of her his over the next few days.

She was his first and he thought the last, till now - Nandhini.

11 comments:

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    1. Romance all the way to letter Z? Didn't think I could do it..so..let's see where this goes

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  2. Hoooooowwooooo! Nice...

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  4. I did not see that coming! (Well, neither did Swetha.) :)

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  5. Oh my god!! That was not what I expected. Is he now turning into a cannibal?
    Fellow AtoZ Participant,
    Ishithaa

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    1. Yeah..scary that there are real cases of such things happening out there

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  6. Interesting twist in the tale! Waiting for more

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