Muse: Pickled Heron
Eye battles between who's looking up the longest,
Stop looking at me looking at you,
I'm not trying to amuse you,
I want to abuse you,
With my eyes that is,
You seem to look a bit confused,
Your pickled nose I bet you use,
I can see myself pulling never ending rope out of my back pocket,
Pulling and pulling until I've reached the end that carried two flat hooks,
I bet you don't read things like this often on your Mac-book,
I pointed my eyes back and forth to see if she would follow them,
I looked at her then at the guaranteed sugar packets,
She came,
I looked at her then again at the cash register,
She came,
I looked at her then to the bathroom doors off to the side,
She followed,
I reached the bathroom and turned out the lights,
I gathered my rope like I was getting ready for a rodeo,
I flipped my long thick curls and lit a cigar,
Long black pointed nails to gauge her lips in case she begins to scream,
Darkness and smoke will have clouded her lungs before she can grasp for air,
I walk to the back of the bathroom and squat with my rope dangling between my legs,
I watch the door seconds later the knob twists,
She rushes through the door and begins to flick the light switch on and off,
She doesn't know I pulled the wires,
She yells hello,
At the same time reaches her hands out and walks towards the red dot,
She can't see anything so I wonder where does she think this darkness will lead her,
I let her walk all the way up to me before I say a word,
I wanted to get an extra few hits off my cigar before her time,
I know the intensity is killing her she can smell the smoke and see my arm moving in the shadows of the dark,
Yet no words,
The tip of her boots reached mine and I approach her by squeezing the tips of her shoulders,
Bringing her down to her knees,
I began to wrap my rope around her neck first to apply pressure,
She didn't fight back at all,
No screams
No fidgeting
Her head dropped back and her mouth opened up,
She came,
I continued to wrap the rope around her hands and then her thighs,
She came a little more,
I layed her flat on her stomach and pulled all the ends to one direction...up,
I threw the remainder if the rope up to the ceiling suspending her from the ground,
Her pickled nose stretched as far as it can go with out coming off completely,
I placed my hand on her wet bottom and rubbed so fast until she squirted across the room,
I stepped back a minute to light another cigar,
Smoke and red lights is what was motivating me,
I look quickly to my right to hear a crack at the door,
I forgot to lock it everything was moving so fast,
Who ever it was pushed it open and then turned back around assuming the bathroom light didn't work,
No one's walking into a dark smokey bathroom but muse,
I pushed her feet around in a few circles to get her all tangled up,
I then squeezed her cheeks together pushing out her tongue,
I put out my lit cigar until she was numb,
That was when the screams begun,
I slapped her on the face slowly, increasingly harder, but seductive until she screamed her safe word,
"COFFEE"
Somehow I knew that was it,
She couldn't feel her legs anymore and neither her clit,
I brought one leg down from suspension and watched her like a ballerina tipping around on her front toes,
I put the wires back together and wrote a note for the front of the bathroom door,
Out of service,
I walked out of the bathroom quickly with my head down towards the rear exit,
Whoever would find her should enjoy cleaning her up...
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