'Til Death Do Us Part - Part 8

Officer Johnson lay sprawled across the bed, snoring. He felt something land on his body and he started awake. He opened his eyes and saw in the dim light the form of the naked woman straddling his chest.

“I'm bored,” she said and then smiled. “Why don't we play another game?” She dangled a pair of handcuffs over him.

Officer Johnson looked over at the clock. “Let me nap for a few more. You got to give me a little time to recover. Its only been what fifteen minutes? We'll have plenty of time for more. My wife won't be back for a few hours at least.”

The woman placed one hand on his bare chest and drew circles with her fingertip. She bent forward and kissed his jaw. He closed his eyes and felt the warm caress of her lips working down his neck.

“Ouch!” he shouted as a sharp pain surged through his neck.

He pushed her off of his chest and sat up, cradling his neck with his palm.

“What the hell do you think you're doing?” He pulled his hand off his neck and saw a spot of blood on his palm. “Blood? What the hell am I supposed to tell my wife? It's not like she's not going to notice this bloody bite mark on my neck!”

She looked at him. Her lip was pushed out and her eyes looked glassy as though she would cry at any moment.

“I'm sorry, I just got a little carried away. Why don't you let me make it up to you?” she said, pushing his body back onto the bed.

He looked into her eyes and became mesmerized by their warm hazel color. He could not look away from them. He felt the muscles throughout his body relax. His eyes grew heavy and he closed them. He felt the sensation of her kisses on his chest. She started working her way back up his body, getting closer to his neck once again. He heard the sound of handcuffs clicking shut and the cold metal clamped down, first over his left wrist, then the right. Her kisses stopped and he opened his eyes. He saw the glint of steel. Slowly his eyes focused onto the knife she clutched in her right hand. It had a short blade with designs and symbols of some sort etched into its surface. The handle was dull and metallic. Between her fingers he could see filigree etched into its surface.

“Whoa there,” he said. He tried to will himself into motion, but his body was paralyzed by fright. “What are you going to do with that?”

The woman's eyes began to glow and her smile grew wider than he thought was natural, as though she was a reflection in a fun-house mirror. She remained silent as she brought the blade closer to his neck. He felt the ice cold steel connect with the skin above his jugular.

“What do you want? Did my wife put you up to this?” he said, his voice several octaves higher than normal. “I have money, you can have all my money. The jewelry, anything, just let me go!” He struggled under her weight, but it was as though she had gained two hundred pounds.

“What do I want?” she said, and then she licked her lips. “What I want my dear officer, is your blood.”

He cried out as the blade pierced his skin. He felt her head push up against his neck. The pain quickly subsided as a black haze encompassed his vision.