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Scarlett was panting like she had just run a mile. She had drenched her white wife beater in sweat from that wild dream. What has he done to me? Why can�t I get him out of my head? Questions that couldn�t be answered by anyone except for herself but for some reason she asked the question to herself anyway. Flashes of fantasies of him ran through her mind even as she thought the sentence. His long, flowing hair, thin, pale body and sadistic mind set complete with filthy ways. She hated everything about those dreams and him but at the same time loved the way that she hated them. Forever they drew her in. She would find herself trying desperately to day dream during stressful situations, about him being cruel to her; loving her in a way that was deeper than soft tender touching and progressed to violent, gruesomely gory scenes. She felt his special way of loving her from the inside out. It was disturbing and intriguing in a way that can only be related to how humans see a horrible car crash, yet they stare ever entranced by death�s dance.
She paced around her room frantically and anxiously wanting to act on these thoughts but teased by her situation. It ached. It ached so much she wanted more.
�Okay, pull yourself together,� she said aloud as she changed her shirt quickly glancing over at the clock to notice she only had ten minutes to get dressed before she would be late getting to work. She quickly put together her white collared shirt, black tie and plain black shirt uniform, dashed into her combat boots, unlaced and went for her purse. She just knew her idiotic boss would have a word to say to her, if she were late a second time for the week, after calling in sick the week before. Her stress level was rising. It�s so hard to keep a job while pursuing one�s dream in the arts. She grabbed her keys and headed out of her tiny, dreary apartment to her old, beaten down, gray Volkswagen. The poor thing back fired as she pulled out of the driveway.
Work was always the same. Scarlett pondered whether some guy somewhere in cyberspace thought it would be funny to create a program that makes all of her days at work exactly the same. Same customers, same orders, same recurring thought of smashing her head through her computer screen and biting on the glass causing blood to squirt in various directions. But then she snapped back to consciousness and realized that life isn�t Avalon or The Matrix so that�s impossible. At least that�s what she was going to force herself to call sanity and hide under the assumption of, until she figured a better way to rationalize the utter monotony of working as a waitress in the middle of nowhere. She sat at the cash register anxiously awaiting a change and picking off bits of old burgundy nail polish from her long sharp nails. The stench of pizza filled her nostrils and made her sniffle. Pizza used to be her favorite food until she started working there. Now the smell of it makes her want to vomit. She phased it out with another fantasy. She could feel when they were coming on. It was always like an electric orgasm filled her entire being accompanied by a strange overwhelming feeling of hatred. Everything around her went silent. It was as if she was no longer there. Her dark brown eyes appeared empty, soulless.
She loved her sweet pain. This time it was a dissection. She found herself lying on a cold, metal bed with blinding fluorescent lights over head. A dark figure of a man wearing a surgeon�s mask leans in over her head and chuckles underneath the mask. A wave of anticipation and shock ran through her being. Something glared in her peripheral vision. She quickly focused on it to find that it was a scalpel in the figure�s hand. She tried to move to get away from the blade but soon found she was bound to the table by wire. No sooner than that did she feel the delightful sting of the scalpel cutting into the flesh at the base of her sternum and sliding down towards her belly button. Dear God what is he doing to me now? She clenched her fists and took the tiny sting that developed into a pain that filled her whole body. The beam of light was then blocked by his head. She could make out al l the details of his face then. He stared her right in the eyes as he cut into her, his dark brown eyes taking in all of her fear and arousal. His long blonde hair draped over either side of his pale face. Though she could not see his face fully due to the surgeon�s mask, she could tell he was smiling in delight over his complete and utter control over her. His eyes were glowing. It was when she saw this sadistic look within his eyes that all the fear of the pain goes away and she accepted it into her body as sheer pleasure. He groped around inside of her, feeling every last organ easily within his grasp. Had Sacarlett�s hands been unbound at this point she would be biting her nails. It was morbidly romantic. He caressed her on the inside as well as with his glance. She wanted him with every fiber of her being. Her body ached for even more pain. Suddenly the beam of light blinded her again. He ducked down towards the incision pulling his mask off as he made his way down. He was kissing her organs! His face rose up and back into her vision, blinding light behind him making his hair glow like a golden halo. Her eyes quickly adjusted and she was taken aback by the arousing sight of this ghoul covered in blood from the bridge of his nose to his chin, a grimace of silver capped teeth spread across his face. He leaned in as though to give her the most tender kiss but she was awaken to the sound of her name being called by her boss and it was back to reality.
�I thought we discussed staying sharp at work, Scarlett,� the awkward tall, thin geeky looking manager said pacing the floor in front of his office door nervously as though his ass were on the line.
�I know. I have been, sir, I�m just really tired,� she said feeling awkward calling this insecure weakling �sir� even though she could kick his ass easily.
�This is the fourth time this month that I�ve had customers come in and complain to me about the cashier staring blankly at them as they try to pay for their meals. I�m not going to continually take the wrath for you. Do something to fix it and stop making the same mistakes,� he said staring at the floor to gain courage to speak with authority.
�I�m sorry; it won�t happen again I promise.�
�It better not, unless you want to go on a date with me this Saturday? There�s an anime convention in town this weekend and I just got my BMW detailed,� he stuttered, as he started to sweat profusely.
Scarlett rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in a �get back� position. Was he ever going to get the picture that she didn�t want to date him and no matter how much he tried to blackmail her into it, it just wasn�t going to work?
�Max, look I thought we went over this a million times back in High School, I�m not interested in you that way. I only want to be friends. Besides, it would be a conflict of interests here at work,� she said realizing that the wanting to be friends part was a kiss ass lie.
She hated that kid. All of High School he was a plague to her existence. He would follow her around everywhere like they were the best of friends and everyone thought he was her own personal psycho. The kids would joke about how one day Max Goldstein was going to crack and pump rounds in every last kid that ever looked at Scarlett. It was a nightmare.