''Alright Claire, see you tomorrow at 8 sharp as usual darlin!'' The owner of the dinner said happily as she waved her off. Claire would nod and wave back turning away and starting to walk into the evening, her shoulder bag loosely on her shoulder, his hands wrapped around the strap of it tightly that made her knuckles go noticeably white even though she was rather pale anyway.
She hated walking in the night, it was twelve, the middle of the night, raining all day so the ground was wet and puddles were dotted around the place were uneven ground was seen. The orange light from lamp posts scattered around in odd places, making the eerily quiet surrounding unnerving, the batting of moth wings hitting the lamp post lights the only sound apart from drips of water splashing into puddles, rippling only to calm again.
The scenery of the diner was at a fishing port and the sea air was fishy and since it was a fishing port the dinner was a sea food dinner a popular one to locals, not so much for high classed people. The car park was large, empty and poorly lit as the lamp posts were placed far apart from one another.
Claire would sigh only to yelp. ''Wahh!!'' She would trip over a flower pot and into a puddle getting herself wet and dirty and she would sigh. ''Damn it, why does this shit happen to me? And why is there so many of these plants!?'' She would get up and ring out her black dress and start walking again with a soured look on her face. She loved this dress and it was now needing repaired! As she found a rip fro it getting caught on the wooden pot itself!
She would curse to herself then she'd hear a echo, it sounded as if it came from behind and so she looked back and she saw...nothing...the dinner had faded into darkness.
*I must of walked faster than I thought..* She'd ponder on this though for a moment only to dart her head back in front of her as she heard another echo. She would now start walking faster, feeling unease....
She continued to walk, her head looking at her feet, hardly visible from the dark, not caring for the puddles she was splashing through, she just knew something was wrong, she just didn't know what...
As she continued the echos turned to rowdy voices, smashing of glass and chuckles and as she got closer the group of men became aware of her presence...
''Hey girlie! Why don't you come here and have a good
'time' with us ehh?'' One guy would shout out, he would seemingly be the leader of these drunk or high men. Though Claire would not answer but continue to walk, passed them.
''Hey! Hey!'' The Leader fr the group shouted with a frown as he got in front of Claire who would still not look at him. ''Hey, girlie, don't just ignore me.'' Claire would still not reply, looking at the ground which made the man angry and he'd raise his hand and back hand her hard, the force of the slap turning her head to the left with a red mark and a bloody lip and she simply whispered a yelp and he would pull her chin up with a finger and he would put his face near hers. ''That's better, my my...'' He would laugh and point at her and start shouting, his followers coming to him. ''Look at this fine looking piece of ass!''
Claire at this point would be terrified, her eyes watering up a little. ''I-I am sorry...I just have to get home...'' He'd say with a nervous stutter.
He would grin his alcoholic breath paling her face as he spoke some more. ''Well, that will just have to wait now won't it?'' Claire would frown with a sudden burst of courage and she would kick his shin then crawl under his legs and start to run however her dress slowly her down and then man wincing in pain grabbed her by the bottom of her dress and dragged her back and she would scream as he would push her against the nearest wall, his big hand on her throat. ''Fucking bitch! You will pay for that!'' He spat with venom in her face then start looking at her in her roughed up form and grinned..
She struggled then saw the
'way' he was looking at her and screamed again...and again....and again...as he had his way with her only to throw her to the ground, zip up his trousers and take out a gun. As she turned around to look at him he grinned.
''I had a good time...maybe we will see each other again, in the afterlife.'' He would then shot her multiple times in the chest, in close range so that the bullets ripped through her vital organs. Claire would fit in her last moments of life as she quickly bled to death in minutes, he watched her take her last breath then looked to one of the other men in the group that was extremely high and quiet. ''Hey, clean up. Meet up with us later, you know where.''
The high man would nod getting up from the ruined armchair left in the alleyway he was napping in and as the others left he walked to her, hooded, face covered but his brown eyes coloured with madness shown.
He would look down at Claire then bend down and glide his head down her chest and sigh out in a shivered lust filled exhale of air. ''You look like a doll...such a pretty doll..'' He would stroke Claire's face then get his pen knife out. ''So pretty....but you are mine now..'' He would roll her on her belly pull up her dress and grin at the mutilation his boss did to her then start slicing the flesh on her back, making more wounds other than the bullet marking, he would also dig out the rest of the bullets out from her back and keep them as keep sakes.
He would then roll her limp back onto her back and slice her arms all the way down, making a fucked up version of a tiger print on her arms and he did the same on her thighs and neck before skipping again merrily but look back and wave at Claire's body. ''Goodbye my little dolly...'' He would snigger as he walked away into the night...