Lust

Note: I am going to do a complete rewrite of this story and do other ones based off the seven deadly sins and seven heavenly virtues.

The stench that hung in the air was a mixture of cigarette smoke, booze, and over sexed hormones. Most patrons sit at circular tables spread throughout the room; others have chairs pulled up to the semicircle stage. Looking into the haze of smoke, a single dancer works her body in time to the music. Colored lights, in synch with the DJ’s music, flash on and off and add to the presentation of the dancer and stage.

He sat at the typical table in the back of the room while most people fought to be closer to the dancers. Milking his beer for almost an hour, he hardly paid any attention to what was going on in the room. The grey business suit he wore made him stick out despite hopes to disappear into the room.

The music ended and the dancer left the stage. When the DJ announced the name of the next dancer, the business pushed his beer aside. He fixed his gaze on her as she walked on to the stage. He strained not to blink, not to miss a split second of her.

Music filled the room when she reached the center of her dance floor. Her athletic, full figured body moved with a grace most would be envious of to the beat. She wore a match blue mini skirt and top that slowly removed as she danced through the song.

He watched her every movement as more and more of her smooth, tanned flesh was revealed. He wanted to get closer to look into her hazel eyes and maybe, just maybe, catch a scent of the shampoo she used in her blonde hair. He wished that he could memorize every curve of her now naked body. For weeks he came to watch her to try to memorize every aspect of her body.

Before he realized it, the music yet again came to an end. She gathered up her clothes and slip into the backstage area. He finished his beer in a couple large gulps and walked out of the building.

Backstage she got dress into a pair of blue jeans and a black band t-shirt. She stuffed the rest of her clothes into a backpack, said bye to the other dancers in the room, and walked out the backdoor to the alley and her car.

He grabbed her from behind when the door closed behind her, covering her mouth and nose with a damp rag. She tried to fight him off, but she was having trouble keeping her eyes opened. She went limp in his arms in mere seconds. Looking around the parking lot, he quickly dragged her to his car. He popped the trunk and checked to make sure everything was still in place. The trunk was lined with a thick padding that he carefully laid her into so not to bruise her body. After closing the trunk, he got his car and headed towards the outskirts of town.

She woke up not knowing where she was or what had happened; realizing that she was in the trunk of a car only worried her more. Even through the padding she was laying on, she could feel the car vibrate like it was being driven over really rough road or gravel. By the time the car finally came to a stop she had a simple plan figured out.

She heard the car door open and close again, but she could not tell where the driver had gone. Straining to hear something, she twitched when the trunk was being unlocked. She forced the trunk opened quickly and lunged at the figure stand there. She caught him guard and she fell to the ground with him when he was knocked over. She scrambled to her feet as quickly as she could. She was quickly whipped around to face her kidnapper and in the same motion slapped hard enough to knock her back down to the ground.

“Look what you did! You got my suit dirty. And look what you made me do! I wanted you perfect, without a scratch. Why’d you make me do that? But I see how it is. You like it a little rough. All of my girls have liked it rough. I should have figured you would be the same.”

He grabbed a fist full of blonde hair and used it as leverage to make her stand up. It was the first time she took a chance to see her surroundings. What she wasn’t ready for a lack of surroundings. She faced a large blue tool shed by her assumptions. Its double doors outlined by a light coming from inside and the chain and lock used to secure the building hanging off one of the door handles. The shed stood out like a sore post in a field on deserted space that went on into the black emptiness with no lights to be seen anywhere except from the shed and car trunk, but she could have sworn she heard cows out there somewhere.

“Time for the fun, bitch.”

He was nearly dragging her by the hair to the shed. He pulled open the doors with his free hand and threw her in before her eyes could adjust to the new flood of light. She tried to brace herself for a hard landing, but instead hit a mattress with the dull thud. Using her arms and legs to push herself, she scrambled backwards to the back wall.

A single light hung from the ceiling, but only the owner knew where the power came from. The mattress on the ground was against the back wall and guarded by shelving that lined both adjacent walls. The shelves were overcrowded with various conventional and powered tools. The only thing at the front of the shed was the doors and him, standing at the entrance in his grey suit. He pulled off his suit coat and set it on the ground. As he slowly stepped toward her, he loosened his tie and proceeded to unbutton his shirt.

“You were not supposed to wake up yet. The others were perfect the first time I had them. Then they would wake up and force me to hurt them. They didn’t want to be mine, but I still had them over and over again. You ruined it. You ruined everything. Now you are just another stupid whore. I am still going to have you because my needs must be taken care of. And when I am done with you, I’ll bury you with the rest.”

The closer he got, the more she panicked. She reached out to the shelves on both sides of her trying to find something to defend herself with. He only laughed at her.

“Stupid girl. All the tools are up front, where you can’t get to them. Now behave and I might take it easy with you the first couple of times.”

He was now on the mattress and crouching down to get closer to her. She continued to reach out, trying to find something, anything. Her hand brushed against a medal handle and her fingers quickly closed around it. She didn’t even know what the weapon was until it bashed again the side of head; knocking him over. She jumped to her feet and hit him again and again with the can. It wasn’t long before the can broke open, throwing gas all over the room. She dropped the can on his chest and ran out of the shed.

She was more on the sidelines of her actions once her instincts kicked in. Closing the doors behind her, she secured them with the chain and lock. She ran to the car to find the driver’s door unlock. She climbed into the car, making sure to lock the doors and didn’t know what to do.

She had no idea where she was and didn’t have the car keys. She knew that he wouldn’t stay locked in there for long. Looking around the front seats for a weapon, the only thing she could think of using was the car’s cigarette lighter. When he did come for her, she would make sure the red hot lighter was there to meet him.

She pondered the idea to herself. Maybe it could delay him so she could escape. Maybe she would get lucky and get him someplace good with it like his eye. The thought of his eye popping from the heat almost brought a smile to her face. Maybe she should just run, but to where. Wasn’t she safe in the car? No. He had the keys. She had to run or he would get her. She almost had the courage to get out of the car when she heard him moving in the shed.

“You damn bitch. Just wait until I get out of here. You thought you were afraid of my before. Even the most demented psycho would consider what I am going to do to you as sick.”

He could easily be heard from outside cussing and throwing this around the shed. As quickly as it started, it ended with a dead calm. The sound from the chainsaw shattered the silence though.

The teeth of the saw hungrily ate away at the door around the handles. He didn’t have the time to waste cut out the door when he could just around the handles and remove the lock. Misjudging the placement of the chain, the chainsaw bit hard into it and sent a stream of sparks along the saw blade. He did not fear though. If his trusty saw could go through flesh and bone then why not this chain. He tried to force it through the chain, but only got a large shower sparks in return.

He was so angry at her and at his obstacle that is was too late save himself. The sparks ignited his gas soaked shirt turning him into a human fireball. His scream nearly made the chainsaw mute. Dropping the saw, he thrashed about the room trying to put himself out. All he managed to do was catch the rest of the gas that coated the room on fire. Within in seconds, the shed was ablaze and his burnt corpse was lying on the floor.

When the fire hit its peak, it lit up the field enough for her to make out a few cows in the distance and a fence. If there was a fence then there had to be an opening. She got out of the car and ran for her life to that fence and hopefully to her safety.

Note: This part I don’t know if I want to have in the story or not

The sun was slowly rising into the sky and the shed was mostly ashes when I stepped out of the shadows. What little flames that were still burning instantly disappeared when my black robes swept across them. Even buried in a pile of ash and metal, I knew where he was. I reached out with my pale hand and grasped tightly around the remains of his neck. It was no effort to stand his body up.

The flesh grew back and he was conscious again as quickly as he died. He was unable to move or do anything under my power. If he didn’t know then, it wouldn’t be long before he realized it was his soul I held and that there was no coming back for him.

“Well. Haven’t we been a naughty boy? It’s all good though. I am here to take you to the next world, to your afterlife. You will live for all eternity. And you will pay for what you have done. You will be constantly be raped by the minions of Hell until they get tired of it. To conclude the evening, you will be burnt to ashes, feeling the pain until you are those ashes. That will only be the start though. You will forever be reborn to only go through it again and again. Now let’s get going. I am looking forward to seeing this before I have to collect another soul.”