I suddenly hear a loud noise. Is it a scream? Sitting up in the bed I try to get the fog out of my head. I glance at my watch. Damn! It’s 2:39 in the morning. Then I hear it again. A female screaming her head off somewhere inside my house. I give my head another shake. What the fuck! That’s when I notice the tank top in my right hand. A tank top that’s drenched with fresh blood. “What the hell?”
I swing my feet onto the floor and run towards the screams, the guest room. As I get close they suddenly stop and the house grows earily silent. That’s when I turn the corner and enter the room. What I find scares the shit out of me. A once beautiful redhead is now strung up from the ceiling by her wrists, naked. Her tits have been slashed, probably with the carving knife now implanted in her stomach. Blood is streaming down her torso, her legs and pooling on the tile floor around her feet. Her left eye is missing. It looks like it’s been brutally ripped out with what remains now lying on the floor beneath her feet. And there has to be hundreds if not thousands of tiny burns all over her body. Apparent done using the cigarettes now littering the floor.
Suddenly she slowly raises her head, looks directly at me and whispers… “Please! No more! NO MORE!!!”
I stumble backwards into the hallway hitting my head against the door jam. What seems to be an hour later, I gain consciousness and find myself staring at the bedroom ceiling from the floor by my bed. What I saw, the redhead is still etched in my brain.
Dream Date
Monday
Have you ever awaken from a dream where you find yourself somewhat confused. Was what you just experienced a dream? Or did it really happen? Your brain intertwines reality and the dream world to the point you don’t really know which is which. Where one stops and the other begins. A mixture of reality and dreams making up the past… At least one version of it. That’s what’s happening to me now.
I decided I definitely need something to get rid of those remaining cobwebs. A cup of coffee couldn’t hurt. On the way to the kitchen I stop in front of the guest room and take a quick glance inside. No redhead. No blood. And no sign that any violence ever took place. I shake my head and continue to the kitchen.
It took three cups of coffee to get my life somewhat back into focus. That’s when I first noticed my hip – it hurts like hell. I look down to find a bruise, about the size of a softball. That must have happened when I fell out of bed, something I haven’t done since I was 5.
I still can’t get that redhead’s face out of my mind. Who would do that to a person? And why did I have a dream, no, nightmare that involved such brutal torture. I just shake my head – it’s time for me to join the real world. Time to get ready for work.
The morning was normal. In fact, as Mondays go it was damn boring. That’s when it happened. Hank from HR just had to bring the new hire for the traditional introductions. I heard them enter the office next door and decided it was time for me to make my escape. I just hate those intro’s. Well actually, if the truth were to be known I’m not too fond of Hank. We had several run ins a while back involving my then fiancé. Those put him, and her on my permanent black list..
I make my dash to the door and almost make it. Instead of a clean getaway, though, I find myself practically running over the new hire – the redhead from last night’s nightmare. After recovering from my initial shock, I extend my hand. “Hi. My name is Dan. You must be the new analyst Hank’s been talking about.”
She smiles, grips my hand and gives it a shake. “Donna. Donna Hall. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
I smile. “Nothing bad I hope.”
She smiles back and shakes her head no. “So far everything’s been good.”
After exchanging the normal pleasantries I excuse myself and head towards the break room. It’s more than coffee I need. I need a bottle of black label.
What are the odds that the woman in my nightmare and the new hire would turn out to be the same person? We’ve never met as far as I can remember. I was out of town during her interviews. That limited my participation to several conference calls. So nix that as a possibility. Damn. Now to make things worse, the image of her hanging from the ceiling is coming back to haunt me even more. That and the smell of fresh blood. I fill my mug with coffee and slowly walk to my office.
Things mello out until about three. That’s when my manager drops by and gives me the great news. Donna and I are going to form one of the new development teams. I should be so lucky.
But the biggest surprise is yet you come. Donna and I meet in the parking lot. After talking about her first day and her lunch with Hank, she gets this devilish grin on her face. ‘I hope you didn’t hurt your hip too bad. That was a really bad fall you took last night.’ She then turns and leaves me speechless.
Now would be a really good time for me to wake up!
Dream Date
Night Two
After watching a few hours of football, and drinking several tall boys, I decided it was time to call it a night. After checking the doors, windows and the security alarm I plop down in my bed and go to sleep. Well, almost…
I first noticed the subtle scent of perfume entering the room. Then the sound of bare feet lightly touching the floor as they came towards me. That’s followed by the feeling of someone sitting down on the bed, behind me. I flop on my back and look to my left. I see the dark silhouette of a very sexy female. Reaching over to the end table I snap on the bedside lamp. It’s the redhead. It’s Donna.
Like last night she’s totally nude. In her left hand she has what appears to be four leather cuffs and a bunch of bungee cords. In her right, a couple of scalpels that gleamed in the weak room light.
She smiles. ‘You look surprised to see me. I thought after all the fun we had last night, you might be ready for more.’ She slips her hand down the top of my lounge pants and grabs my cock. A bigger smile spreads across her face. ‘It seems like you are happy to see me.’ She giggles as she gives my tool a hard yank.
Suddenly I find myself looking down at Donna. She’s tightly bound to the bed, using both the wrist and ankle cuffs along with the bungee cords she provided. Damn her tits are big. As I slowly stroke her left nipple using the tip of one of the scalpels, I wonder what I should do next.
I crawl on top of her and force my tool deep inside her moist cunt. Then while brutally thrusting it deep inside her my hands make their way to her long, slender neck. Suddenly I find myself choking her, my hands tightly clasped around her neck making it impossible for her to breath. After a few minutes her body starts to violently shake. Her smiling lips turn blue. Then suddenly she becomes motionless. Limp. I glance at her face. I really don’t care that Donna is dead. She asked for it and got what she wanted! And I needed to cum! Damn, I need to cum! So I just kept on banging her until I did.
A few minutes later I find myself looking down at her motionless body. The color had somewhat returned to her smile. But those green eyes still had that distant stare. How am I going to tell Hank that I killed his new analyst during a brief moment of heated and violent passion? Suddenly Donna shakes her head and yells at me. ‘DAMN IT DApN!! DON’T STOP NOW!! USE THE FUCKIN’ SCALPEL!!’
After what seemed like hours, I find myself looking at a redhead that had been gutted. Her intestines were piled up on the bed to her left. Her tits were cut off and were to her right. Her clit was stuffed in her mouth. And in my hand is a glass of her warm, red blood…
That’s when the clock alarm went off….
Dream Date
Tuesday
At first I wasn’t in any hurry to get out of bed. It’s a fuckin’ Tuesday, which means an overabundance of morning meetings. That includes my first with Donna. Donna… That’s when the vision of a gutted Donna came back to me. Panicked, I couldn’t get out of that bed fast enough. After almost falling on my face, I take a quick look around the room. There’s no sign of Donna. Nor can I find any body parts that would belong to Donna. And there’s no blood on or around the bed. But there is a glass of tomato juice sitting on the nightstand. And what’s that I see on top of the dresser? The gleaming blade of a surgical scalpel?
I sit down on the bed, my head between my hands. This nightmare is more vivid than the previous night’s. I distinctly remember drawing that scalpel, the one on the dresser down her torso starting from her throat, going between her nips and down to her clit. Her blood immediately washed over her glistening skin, soaking the sheets below her.
No. That’s not right. I started by first cutting off her clit. She asked me to. Almost dared me to do it. Using the scalpel I slowly slice it off and let it fall in my open hand. While looking down at it Donna smiles – damn, she has an evil smile.
‘Dan. Take a nibble. You know you want to!’
Licking the blood off first, I do take that nibble. Not bad as clits go. I take half of it and force it into her mouth while still chewing on my half. A second later she tries to speak – I pull the piece of meat from her mouth.
‘Damn good, isn’t it Danny boy! But please – don’t stop cutting. I love the feel of the blade when it slices through my skin. It’s a pain I really can’t describe… And a feeling I would die for! There’s my tits. Or you could gut me. It would be messy, but the feeling would drive me insane!’
She’s obviously already insane. But apparently, so am I. This is when I take the scalpel and slice her from the base of her neck down to where her clit once was. Then I slice her abdomen from left to right, using her belly button as a reference point. Cutting through the muscles I finally expose the feet and feet of intestine. I carefully take them out and pile them to the one side.
The last insane act was removing her breasts. I used a butcher knife from the kitchen for this job. By some miracle, she didn’t lose consciousness and die until I started cutting off the second. The whole time she dared me to do more while showing that painful smile.
Where did the glass of blood figure in? Hmm. Did I place it between her legs after I cut off her clit? And where did the tomatoe juice come from? Not from this house.
SHIT! What the fuck is going on?
I glance at the clock. I just have enough time to do my morning routine. A five mile run followed by a shower and a quick breakfast.
It was a beautiful day for a run. Not too hot. A partly cloudy sky. With the light scent of spring flowers in the air. Making record time I run up to the front door and find a large brown envelope flat on the welcome mat. Not thinking much of it, I open it to find a 8×10 photo inside. Turning it over, I find myself staring at a picture of Donna. Gutted. Beastless. Laying on white sheets stained with her red blood. WHAT THE FUCK?!?
In the distance I hear a phone. A cell phone. I slowly open my eyes and find myself staring at the bedroom ceiling. DAMN!!! A a
nightmare in a nightmare? I grab my cell off the nightstand and look at who’s calling. It’s Donna of course. A nightmare in a nightmare in yet another nightmare. What are the odds… I’m beginning to hate that slut. While swiping ignore I glance at the clock. It’s not even 5:30. I turn on my side and close my eyes. I have about 30 minutes. before the alarm goes off.
In reality I just have seconds. The phone rings once again. And Donna is on the other end. DAMN! I have my choice. Either answer the phone now or minutes later…
‘…hi Donna. Kind of early, isn’t it?’
‘Just a bit. But if you sit up in bed and look towards the doorway, I think you’ll understand.’
As I start sitting up, I begin to notice a flickering light. What I see next no longer surprises me. Donna is hanging from her ankles in the doorway. Her legs are spread and her arms are tied behind her back. A large candle has been implanted in her cunt, the flickering flame giving her naked body a nice, warm look. The red candle wax has already started to flow down her body…
A meat skewer pierces both of her tits. Pineapple and onions were added to the skewer for color and maybe some flavor. Three small torches heat the ends and middle of the skewer to a bright orange, cooking the pineapple and her boobs inside out.
I look down at her face – she has that standard evil smile.
‘Good morning Dan. Please consider your breakfast as being served. I would wait a few minutes though, unless you like your meat on the raw side.’
I give her another look. On the floor under her head is a large dinner plate. To the right of the plate are several carving knives. A glass bowl with fresh fruit is found to the left along with a large juice glass. A catheter runs from her inner thigh down to the glass and which is now slowly filling with Donna’s blood.
‘You look good enough to eat. Shame this a dream. Or nightmare. There is just one inconsistency….’
That’s when a hand holding a cell phone appears between Donna’s legs. With a quick flick of the wrist the phone flies towards me, bouncing off the floor and then landing a few feet in front of the bed.
Donna, while still having a smile is beginning to show some pain. ‘Sharon made the call for me and then held it in front of my mouth.’
I look at her as I shake my head. ‘Why the phone? You’re only twenty, twenty-five feet away.’ I start walking towards her.
She ignores my question, and instead starts staring at her breasts. ‘They should be medium rare by now. How do you like your meat?’
I smile. ‘Medium rare. But you already know that, now don’t you.’
She smiles back. ‘I wouldn’t be a pretty bad fantasy if I didn’t. Damn. It’s time to go to work!’
From behind me I hear my alarm clock going off – the gentle sounds of ocean waves coming ashore. I open my eyes, and once again find myself staring at the bedroom ceiling.
Dream Date
HR Issues?
I drop by Broken Egg to get my morning fix. Coffee, eggs over easy, jam and toast. Sitting at my regular table in the far back corner I happen to glance towards the front door and who do I see? Donna. She appears at the door and is now scanning the tables. Seeing me, she smiles and starts strolling my way.
‘Hey Dan! Surprise seeing you here. Didn’t take you as an egg person.’
I just smile.
Motioning towards the table, she asks ‘Would you like some company?’
What can I say. ‘Sure!’ as I motion to chair across from me. She smiles and selects the one beside me with her back towards the crowd.
Breakfast proceeded to go surprisingly well. Conversation was a mixture of business, travel interest, and even a little of our personal lifes. Turns out she worked her way through college as a model. Received her masters at Harvard. And her first job was in the beautiful state of Hawaii. So what in the hell is she now doing in Massachusetts?
We’re talking about the sights of Maui when she suddenly stops and smiles. ‘Do you like what you see?’
That’s something you would ask a high-school, maybe college student. It’s obvious she caught my eyes wandering. In my defense her top is a bit low and her skirt a bit high. Both are tight. I just ignore the question and continue with our talk on Hawaii which was currently centered around Diamondhead.
Donna now hikes her skirt just a little bit higher. ‘Why are you embarrassed Dan. It’s okay to like what you see. And it’s even okay to give it a try.’ She takes my left hand and places it on her upper thigh.
What the hell. Am I experiencing yet another dream?
Donna laughs. ‘Are you waiting for your alarm clock to go off? If you are, you’re going to be waiting a long time my boy!.
So. She’s able to read minds. Nah! Must be another dream!
She then takes my hand and slides it between her legs, under her dress. Spreading her legs slightly I find myself touching her clit. I start stroking it ever so lightly. Then with a smile I then give it a hard pinch and quickly place my hand in my lap.
‘Dan, I thought you were a little more adventurous. Guess a girl can be wrong.’ Donna pushes her seat back and stands up by the table. Looking down at me she adds, ‘No fun for you tonight, my boy. And I had such plans…’ She laughs and then slowly turns and walks away.
The rest of the day was normal. My meeting with Donna went surprisingly well. It was all business with no mention of this morning’s run in at breakfast. Admittedly, that was a bit odd.
I ran into Hank shortly after lunch. He was typical Hank. ‘Hey Dan, how are you and Donna doing?’ He has this boyish grin on his face as he asked.
‘Not sure’ I answered. ‘We just had our first meeting today, first group meeting tomorrow… I guess time will tell’
Holiday break – to be continued.
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