The Kiss Of Death
Genre: Horror, Fantasy
Themes: Death, Sacrifice, Immortality
Summary: As Portia mourns the death of her beloved father, she finds that there is a grotesque creature that wants to devour her. This creature was created her by own dark desires and the only way to defeat it is to sacrifice someone dear to her.
Excerpt:
I needed to escape this monster. I was too terrified of being consumed again. Eventually, that fate would be inevitable. And I feared I lacked the strength to survive again. Even if I had the strength, how long would this continue. The monster would seek me until death according to the white things. So, if I did not do anything to save myself then this monster would consume me until I lacked the strength to revive myself again. It was too terrible of a torture to imagine, let alone experience.
I examined the pictures, taking in Serena's laughing face while she indulged in debauchery. As I looked at these, I could feel the tendrils of hatred casting their nose around my heart and slowly pulling. My perpetually suffering heart screaming in woe. She stole the one thing I cared for more than anything in the world. My career. She stole it and dominated it. Until I was relegated to the side lines, doomed to watch her blossom into prominence. She, a flower and I, just a weed.
Glancing at the monster, I knew what I had to do. I called in my secretary.
“Leak these pictures to the press,” I said, handing her the folder.
Her eyes widened in surprise. She mumbled something incoherent in a squeaky voice, taking the folder from me with trembling fingers. But before she could take it, I grabbed her arm. I squeezed, increasing the pressure, until she moaned softly.
“If word ever gets out that these pictures were released under my orders, I will ruin you. I know that your son launders money. I will release that information to the press and you will watch as his political career crumbles to pieces.”
She squeaked again. In this moment, I realized that though I wanted to escape the terror of the monster, I could not deny the inhumanness inside of me thirsting for revenge.
“I will not stop there. I will hire some people to track your secrets and then expose them to the world. And then, I will watch as your name is tracked through the mud.”
I released her, watching her scurry out the room. Her mousy brown Bob bouncing up and down as she left.
Agony seized me, rattled my body as I realized what I had become. A monster. I could see into the past at and see my secretary's terrified eyes and I could look into the future at Serena being humiliated by the world, her pedestal of fame collapsing to pieces as she fell and fell. The way I fell inside the creature. I fell and fell and it was terrifying. I shuddered, images of my time in the monster flooding me. The pain and terror that I was subjected to. The agony of that consuming darkness as the white things pummelled me and broke me into pieces. The terrifying loneliness. That same pain and terror I was subjecting Serena to.
I felt myself sinking into despair. I was cracking underneath the weight of my evil deeds as my purity fled by the day, too repulsed at the inhuman monster I was becoming. There was too little of said purity left to bind me, keep me whole and intact. It had escaped through the cracks as I lay, slowly breaking.
I picked up my pen and finished my sketches.
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