Don’t follow me home, I said.
Now you’re wondering what you’ve got yourself into.
You didn’t believe me when I told you to beware. You were so sure you’d seen it all. You’re not young, certainly not innocent…not in the way you were thinking of. I pushed you away, so you pursued me. How typical of human nature.
I wanted you. Oh yes, make no mistake about that. But I knew I shouldn’t. So I tried to keep you at arm’s length. Maybe even just be your friend. You belonged to someone else. You seemed happy. We could just have flirted, had a bit of fun. Made each other laugh. Now I’m going to make you cry.
You stand there shivering, although it’s not cold. But you are. You’ll never be warm again, I’ll see to that. You will freeze, you will burn, but simple warmth is a thing of the past for you now. Why didn’t you believe me when I said I was dangerous?
You stare at the room around you, taking in everything you see. Your eyes widen as you realise what surrounds you. Your nostrils flare as you take in the scents in the air. What are you thinking? Are you aroused? Or terrified? Or both?
I move towards you, and you flinch. That’s a mistake. That just makes me more inclined to be evil. Actually, it doesn’t matter. If you stood there stoically without moving a muscle, or if you pleaded and begged for mercy, it would all be the same. The end result, anyway. How I get you there will differ. If you continue to tremble, I will make you shake so hard you won’t be able to stand – ever again, possibly. You wanted something different. That’s why you trailed me here tonight. Jaded, bored…you wanted something more…something wrong. Just not this wrong. Don’t they say ‘Be careful what you wish for?’ More people should pay attention to that overused little phrase. Then they wouldn’t find themselves where you are now.
I take two more steps towards you. You are right in front of me, but you don’t move away. Oh of course, you can’t. I almost forgot…because part of you doesn’t want to run, does it? Even now, you still want me. I can see behind your eyes, filled with desire and fear…your subconscious is frantically trying to think of a way you can get what you want and still leave intact. But that’s not going to happen. The sooner you understand that, the better. I touch your face, softly stroking your cheek – the first and last gentle touch you’ll get from me.
Then I step back, and show you my true self.
I’m going to make you scream.
Then I’m going to make you silent.
Inspired by a favourite song of mine…