Chapter 1

Hello my readers. Here you'll get the raw chapters of my story before the publication. So I wold appreciate some comments. That way I know where I am lacking or where I may have done things right.

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Hello my readers. Here you'll get the raw chapters of my story before the publication. So I wold appreciate some comments. That way I know where I am lacking or where I may have done things right. Enjoy your read!

It was midnight, and the city lay ghost-quiet. Darkness had sunk its fangs into sleeping London, driving away the last traces of cheerful noise. Even the animals had chosen to remain hidden. A bitter cold had settled over the streets, heavy and unmoving.

The moon was full, standing at its highest point, washing the somber city in pale light. And yet, there were places it failed to reach––corners left in dusk, locations people would not dare enter at this hour.

A mild, cool wind wafted through the town. With it came the fresh scent of nature, forcing its way into the lonely, dry streets. In some places, it replaced the thick odor of dirt mixed with alcohol and cigarettes. In others, it merely stirred the filth gathered along the roadsides. Here and there, a stronger gust slammed against glass, making it rattle. Aside from that, there was nothing. No voices. No footsteps. Only the sound of the city breathing in its sleep.

In this chilly night, a hulking building was radiating a blazing light, brighter than all the other few buildings which still bore a flickering flame. Its glow was a vivid pink. The radiance was so intense that it bathed its surroundings in pink and even the moon wasn’t left untouched. Here, a man had rented the most expensive room in the best-known brothel in London, Hot Night, expecting an unforgettable night. And indeed, this night would get extraordinary!

In a room in Hot Night

A sweet scent hung in the air, soft and persistent. The odor came from a small machine placed beside the open window, roughly ten meters across from the door. Kissing swans were engraved into rose-colored glass. The walls were painted in shades of ruby and pink, both deep and pale. Strange drawings covered them as well. Pictures hung between the patterns––images of nude people, captured in the middle of sexual acts, their expressions relaxed and pleased. A two-person bed stood in the center of the spacious room. Directly above it, a pink chandelier bathed the chamber in a muted crimson glow.

At that very moment, a man and a woman lay on a feather-soft cherry bed, framed by blood-red roses, ready to begin their intriguing trip. The man gulped when he took in the woman’s thick frame. His breathing was rough and untamed; pale mist slipped from his mouth with every heavy exhale. His tongue hung wet over his lips. He had seen enough and it was time to move.

Slowly, he crawled closer to her on all fours. When he reached her, he lowered his head. His eyes traced the curves of her voluptuous breasts and saliva spilled onto her soft rosy skin. The woman answered with a moan and a flickering grin. Man: Fuck! I can’t wait anymore! After one last heavy heave, he hurriedly reached out toward her tits. The woman caught his wrist, letting only his fingers graze her bust. She chuckled. Then she shoved him back to the edge of the bed––roughly, but still in a way he clearly didn’t mind. Why else would he grin? She climbed on top of him and locked his legs with her long, thick ones.

“You like it, miiiiiister?” He nodded, again and again and ceased the motion when the woman swung her black hair behind her slender shoulders. With a smile back on her face, she gently pressed her lavender nails into the man’s hairy chest, causing it to open a tad. Thick, red blood welled from the shallow wound. It slid down his chest, traced his arm, and dripped onto the floor. The blood vanished against the red surface. The man hesitated. He pulled his head back. Man: What’s happening right now? His breath quickened. This is getting dangerous!

The woman composed laid her hand on the man’s tight and slowly stroked with her fingers upwards. While doing this, she arbitrarily stabbed the man in his leg who flinched each time and squeezed his eyes shut. Whenever the woman pricked the man, she let out an ugly laugh. After the fourth poke the man bellowed:

“Stop this shit! I didn't pay for such a service!” Just then the woman poked him again. Only this time, she dug deeper with her nail. The man’s face twisted in pain. He thrust forward with both hands.

“Damn! Huhuh, huh!” His face reddened. “Why won’t you budge!” And he tried his luck anew. Veins snaked up his throat toward the head.

“Fuck!” He dropped his arms. Still in faint agony and fatigued, the man’s eyes widened at the woman’s inhuman strength.

“Please, please, just stop it!” he winced. “This is not normal! And what’s up with your fucking force? You’re supposed to be gentle and not like a boulder!” Man: Why did I go to a bordel? This was the most fucked idea I ever had. I should have stayed at home with my wife and family. Is this my karma? Shit, I must escape! He grabbed the woman by her soft waist and vigorously tried to throw her off. His effort ended, again, in vain. The woman opened her mouth and stretched out her tongue. Then she slid it twice over her pink lips.

“You are surprisingly strong!” she asserted with a soft voice. “I like strong men!” Her bright pink-violet mingled eyes flickered with a soft glow. “They’re my favorite meal. Man: What the fuck! Meal? Did I hear clear? But I am sorry, we must end it now!” While she was announcing this, her expression darkened. Her already menacing demeanor worsened. Man: Fuck! At the same time, she commenced to tenderly caress the man’s cheeks. She bent over and tasted from the man’s blood still flowing out of his chest, though less than before.

Despite his critical situation, the man got a boner. Man: Why now? go down! Oh damn! Please! His body obeyed immediately. He gave a heavy sigh from him and just for a moment the tension left his body. Man: I’m saved! Lucky for him! Who knows what the woman would have done if she had spotted it? This horror thought prevented the possibility of getting another boner. After having a taste of his blood, the woman got up and described with a sexy voice the taste of the crimson liquid, gliding down her chin,

“Your blood is very sweet! Yeahh, lucky me!” Clap, clap, clap! But then her eyes narrowed and her lips sank. She tapped her chin trice, then shook her head. “You should eat more carefully starting now”, she extended one arm and pointed its index finger up, “or you will get diabetes!” She prodded the man’s nose with that one finger and removed it as she went on, “Oh! Sorry!” she chuckled in a soft way while replacing her caring face with an expression of mockery. “Did I say starting now? I'm so sorry. I think it won’t be possible, because you will die today! Hahaha!” Man: You fucking bitch! The woman swiped the red and still warm blood gently over her thick lips. In slow motion she wrapped her long tongue over her finger and cleaned it of blood traces. “Even if I may not appear normal for you, I’m still a lady.” She put on a faint grin and blinked twice. “And do you like my new lipstick, innovative, right? I call it Bloody Red!”