Pursing her sharp sepia lips, she frowned. Tugging her refined caramel complexion down, her lips met and she bit her lower lip with a singular pearl of her teeth. Her peerless manicured claws, drew in her clutch as she rested her chin to her knuckles. Staring, seeing her reflection. Her own glassy amber orbs met. She mused, seeing her chocolate snubbed shoulder-cut locks drawing a breath and glancing at her figure.
A frame with widened hips and a large bosom, an hourglass figure. Making anyone crave her body. Seduction was her key after all.
Yet today, her body was different, her hips were wider, which accentuated her core. It was odd, but it made her look like a femme fatale. Dangerous, unrealistic, and cunning.
And that was almost what she was, she was a queen bee. She could control a freshman to destroy his or her life, she could make the most handsome players become true and monopolistic for her. It humoured her, and she used anything and everyone for pleasure.
Chuckling as those below her kill them-self or if one of her lone 'lovers' were caught for dealing drugs. Yet...
At this moment, this one singular moment her breath swayed. And she reached into her handbag, rolling her skirt and pinching a cigarette. Lighting it with a flick, she waited anticipation rolled of her figure as she paced, gently rolling her leg in jitters until a timer from her phone rang. Then she closed her eyes, her white knuckles hand drew into her blazer pocket and she pulled a stick.
The only thing that was important, was that two measly lines showed.
"Fuck." She hissed, pulling her fist and drawing it against the mirror. She charged, the first blow, critter a seismic blow into the length of the mirror and she struck. Again. Again. And again. Her hisses of pain, flipped into howls of grief. Tears streamed and she choked.
She turned and looked at herself. Herself that was filled with pleasure. And herself that was filled with loathing. She's just a bitch.
She looked through her back frantically and chuckled dangerously, and her eyes glimmered and she rolled her hand with a hold on a bottle. Orange plastic lid with a clear body, labelling and then a symbol.
She growled, holding it by top and base and smashing it against the side of the sink. Pop!
"Child lock..." Yet, the pills scattered, surrounding herself and she gorged. Swallowing each one until she couldn't. Filling herself and smiling cruelly.
She wanted to save herself for him. Yet 'she' got him first, and she had her ways to his friends bed. He was exactly like her, but not broken. And he used her in the same way she used anyone else. For pure pleasure.
She loathed him for it. She never wanted to remember that feeling of frustration. Not having the one thing she would have given anything for. And a snake crawled into her hive.
Now, it all seemed funny. As time dripped and she fell, she chuckled choking and smiling in crazed delight. What if she had a child? With him, would they be perfect, diligent? Everything she was not?Or would they rot on this bathroom floor like she is... With the cheap resin flooring and plastic stalls.
She was exactly like her parents, her stepdad was a business man who rarely talked to those that did not interest him, and her mother was a whore a widow to her true father, who cheated to have that man. Now, they'll both be dead. Like father like daughter.
Hmm...
How quaint, she could feel presences lulling around her. She could feel her body tense and lighten. Then the feeling of drifting. The feeling of others. Like a sleep, but surrounded by demons.
They measured every inch of her in delight, licking their stretched half-moon smiles. Rolling against their razor teeth.
Then she froze, feeling her body tilting.
She was stood up, yet that was impossible. Surely, she was dead? Right? After all that... why? Why?
Yet the figures came closer, she could feel the killing intent surge through them.
'Help, hick... help' her head pierced the sounds,
'No... help me.'
'Help...HELP!'
'AHHHHHH-'
She flinched, she couldn't see anything yet the delirium etched don the faces surrounding her, how could she survive? Help... please.
They towered in front of her, she felt the heat of their paws to the base of her neck, she could feel them licking her face and their hair brush as they touched her... 'No. Please. Please?'