And all he wanted was to go out for some fun instead of sitting at home this weekend as well. When he shaved and looked himself in the mirror he had no idea he would get more than he bargained for tonight. More than anyone could bargain for.

But here he was. He had followed that beautiful woman home to her place. He had been thrown onto the bed. He had been played with like toy and he had loved every second of it. He had fallen asleep only to wake a few hours later of a gargling sound and something which sounded like sticks breaking, only sharper.

And there she was. She was sitting on top of him again. She, who had that strangely compelling glow in her eyes when he saw her earlier tonight. She, who had practically dragged him home and had her way with him. She, who had fallen asleep next to him, but for some reason woken up. This time with another glow in her eyes and even though very little about her actually had changed, looked completely different. She, whose hands had broken through his chest and the gargling sound was the sound of his last breath of air escaping his lungs. Not through his mouth or nose, but through the holes her fingers had poked. The small puffs of air reveal themselves as bubbles build up on her fingers.

She looks into his eyes. He sees the red glow and tries to scream, but there is no air left. All he does is cough up blood, which lands on his chin, his already bloody chest and some drops even makes it to her face. She smiles a twisted smile, a smile of satisfaction, bloodlust, insanity and true happiness. She begins to move her hands downwards.

The last sound he hears is the cracking of his lower ribs as he is completely ripped open. With two steady hands, his chest and stomach are pried apart down the middle. She breathes heavily as she lowers herself into the bloody mess opened up before her. As she lays her head down, the seductive, attractive glow from earlier tonight returns. She falls asleep. The slow breathing from her nose blows little bubbles in the blood.