A/N: Read at your own risk :)

Death by Ecstasy

Her cries of ecstasy broke the sound of silence that dark night. In the man’s bed in his apartment, she was riding him hard; his wrists bound to the bed by a black silk scarf. Her hips rose and fell with his, taking him deep inside her body. The moon that peaked its way through the shades glistened across their naked bodies, both covered in perspiration. Her black hair hung loosely in her face as her violet eyes locked with his.

A smile graced her ruby red lips and she leaned down, her breast pressing against his chest, her nipples hard as her tongue flicked across his lips, “You feel so good,” her voice was icy cold and yet compelling as her right arm outstretched to the night table to her clothes that were bundled on top. She found the knife concealed in them and wrapped her long fingers around the handle.

She rose up slowly, keeping her eyes locked with his, “It’s such a shame I’m going to have to kill you,” her smile dissolved and was replaced with an evil grin. She brought the knife up quick and slashed it across his chest, his skin tearing apart. His blood sprayed across her naked breast and her sudden laughter rang throughout the small bedroom. She could feel his release even as he cried in agony and shock.

“Die you bastard die!” she hissed hatefully and shoved the knife into his chest, aiming at his heart. It took much force just the break the barricade of ribs that guarded his life source but she managed to after several stabs. A smile of satisfaction curved her lips upward as she felt him become limp beneath her.

She finally pulled from him, a moan escaping her full lips as his cock was removed from her body. She stood, her blood covered body glowing as she reached down to grab her purse. She pulled out a box of wet clothes and used them to get as much blood off her as she could. Afterwards, she pulled on her clothes then slipped into her stiletto heels.

She smiled in satisfaction as she headed out of the room. Once she left the apartment building and headed down the street, she ripped off the black wig she had worn and tucked it into her purse. Another night, another man, she thought to herself as she strode down the street as if nothing had happened. As soon as she rounded a corner and headed into the dark alleyway, she collected the money from the woman waiting on her, “You don’t have to ever worry about him again,” she told her and went on.

Sad to say, but it she murdered men for money. A lesbian herself, she took pride in ridding the world of obnoxious men. And the next would be no different for she would find another unsuspecting man to put under her charm. Just as the man in the apartment, he would have the same fate. Death by ecstasy.

A/N: I know it's a bit different but I had written it a long time ago and figured I'd post it.