Snippet #1691715

A wooden chair sat in the middle of the strip club's main stage. There Saadiq sat, arms hanging limp at his side, head drawn back, staring upwards lifeless. His mouth was wide open, left in a perpetual shock. Wine colored eyes poked through messy raven bangs, but remained blank and listless. It was as if everything had been sapped from Saadiq with the kiss he gave Ramona. A rose colored spot light shined down on Mr. Marcel, and from a mass of shadow beneath his feet, she materialized. The patrons, which were all just copies of him, exploded into thunderous and electric applause. Invigorated by her fans, the woman blew the broken object of her desires a kiss as she slowly strutted his way.

Her heels clicked along the gaudily decorated floor. Her silk robe slid off. Ramona's cold hand caressed the left side of Saadiq's face when she pointed his dome towards her half naked body. Since their transition from the private room, to the stage, the man's clothes had been placed back on his body--but if she had it her way, they'd be off once more. With a smile that did nothing to hide her wicked intentions, she glided upon his lap. Ramona licked her lips, grabbed the tie at his neck and pulled him in. If Saadiq was conscious, he would have noticed the rows of yellow, warped fangs that were now in her mouth. Her lips locked with his, and tentacles of darkness erupted from all around them. His ankles, and his wrists, were all confined by her shadowy tendrils. It was when his body was safely constrained that she pulled back off his body.

The tendrils lifted Saadiq off of the chair and into the air several feet above her. Held up like he was on a crucifix, Ramona smiled at her love. "Saadiq, this is how we'll be together forever!" Another tentacle reached out from her shadow. It approached his neck, slowly, but menacingly. With each inch it cleared, the mass of shadow sharpened like steel. It was at his neck now, pressing against his throat.

"I'll kill you here, and take your blood within me! That way Saadiq...we'll be one...together."

Saadiq's face was still blank, but within him, some small part of himself was trying to stir itself awake.

Saadiq! Saadiq!