Monster II
Feb. 23rd, 2012 08:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
charisstomaTitle: Monster II
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 272
Meep wanted a sequel. *evil laughter* Follows from here
Victor waited patiently in front of the secret door. Posing himself as what he considered to be a provocative victim, he waited. And waited. And waited. ‘What the hell was Linus waiting for? It was his turn to be “the Monster“.’
The sun shone on the green grass along the drive. The birds sang their songs of enticement or keep off the territory to each other. A fly did a circuit around his head. It was getting boring. He undid his coat slowly, slipping one button at a time through its hole. ‘How tantalizingly interesting was that imagery?’ he thought.
Sliding the coat off, he consoled himself that at least it wouldn’t be torn to shreds when “the Monster” attacked and had his wicked way with him. Neatly folding the coat so it hung over one bent arm, he posed again. ‘Surely this time.’
When this didn’t work, it was his cravat that was untied to hang loosely from around his neck. For good measure, he unbuttoned his shirt enough to scandalously reveal his chest. ‘Surely. Surely, now’
He turned, casually glancing around to see if there was anyone around that might be preventing “the Monster” from his rapine. No one was to be seen. Losing all patience, Victor stomped over to the door and pushed it roughly open. There was a note.
“Sorry. Had to go pick something up from town. Expect surprise ravagement tonight in your room. Love and kisses. L”
Victor locked his doors well in spite, even pulling heavy furniture in front of the secret passage. It didn’t do him any good. The Monster was under the bed.
continues here
#3.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 272
Meep wanted a sequel. *evil laughter* Follows from here
Victor waited patiently in front of the secret door. Posing himself as what he considered to be a provocative victim, he waited. And waited. And waited. ‘What the hell was Linus waiting for? It was his turn to be “the Monster“.’
The sun shone on the green grass along the drive. The birds sang their songs of enticement or keep off the territory to each other. A fly did a circuit around his head. It was getting boring. He undid his coat slowly, slipping one button at a time through its hole. ‘How tantalizingly interesting was that imagery?’ he thought.
Sliding the coat off, he consoled himself that at least it wouldn’t be torn to shreds when “the Monster” attacked and had his wicked way with him. Neatly folding the coat so it hung over one bent arm, he posed again. ‘Surely this time.’
When this didn’t work, it was his cravat that was untied to hang loosely from around his neck. For good measure, he unbuttoned his shirt enough to scandalously reveal his chest. ‘Surely. Surely, now’
He turned, casually glancing around to see if there was anyone around that might be preventing “the Monster” from his rapine. No one was to be seen. Losing all patience, Victor stomped over to the door and pushed it roughly open. There was a note.
“Sorry. Had to go pick something up from town. Expect surprise ravagement tonight in your room. Love and kisses. L”
Victor locked his doors well in spite, even pulling heavy furniture in front of the secret passage. It didn’t do him any good. The Monster was under the bed.
continues here
#3.
