The Beast in the Beauty
by Richard T.D.
Notes:
Damien as the upcoming rookie detective in the Bonesville Detective unit.
Theresa as “Tessa,” local hottie.
October 22 of the year 2027
Damien was enjoying a cold one with some colleagues after work when the door chime called for his full intoxicated attention.
A brunette, small build, hair at shoulder length, wearing a tight dress darker than the night itself walked in and sat on the counter of the pub.
Robert elbowed Damien “If you take a picture it might be less creepy, man. Just go and ask for her number.” He laughed.
“Eh, I don’t know man…”
“Come on, don't tell me our rookie star is scared of a pretty lady?” He smirked.
“Ah… whatever, man, fuck it.”
“That’s my boy!” Robert patted him on the back. “Now go and don’t come back without a number.”
As Damien inched toward her, thinking on how to start the convo, he noticed the girl had ordered a whiskey on the rocks.
Bingo!
Damien sat down next to her. “I’ll have another one of those.” He said to the bartender. “I wanna see if we’ll be compatible tonight or not.”
The brunette laughed. “Big words coming out from that cute lil mouth you got there, buddy.”
“Well, the words ain’t the only thing that’s big.” He winked as he picked up his whiskey. The liquid heat nearly made him ball his eyes out. He choked and regretted wanting to show off.
“Like I said, big words coming out from that pretty lil mouth, buddy.” She barked with a big grin. “But you are cute so—here, call me. I might have something better suited for those lips.” She winked as she grabbed her purse and disappeared into the crowd of rowdy drunks.
Still dumbfounded by what just happened, and the burn of the whiskey still lingering in his mouth, Damien crawled back to his colleagues with his drink in hand.
“So how did you do my boy? Do we have a number or are you walking home alone tonight?”
“Of course man, I’m just that good, what can I say ?' Damien took a rat size shot out of the glass, treading carefully after what just had happened.
Robert smirked. “Oh, really? And choking to death gets them in the mood?” As his laughter was no longer containable, he pulled his phone and showed the video he recorded.
“Hey, man, not cool. And—whatever it takes, am I right?”
“Damn right, son. Now let me just send this to Siennah real quick.”
“Fuck off.”
Tuesday 24th, 9:21PM
D: So hey, I know this killer Italian place. Are you free this Friday at 8?
T: Sounds like a plan, see you there pretty boy.
D: Will be there😉
T: And don’t forget the pretty lips.
Thursday 26th, 6:45 pm At Bonesville, Police Station. Detective unit.
“Damien, can you come to my office real quick?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Damien entered Siennah’s office right after.
“So… tell me how far are we with the butcher’s case? Do we have any more leads?”
“Eh, sadly no, ma’am. He seems to have gone down low or might be looking for his next victim.”
“I see. Well, lets keep it up and get this fucker.” Siennah sipped from her coffee. “Also–”
Damien looked confused at the sudden serious face Siennah was showing him. “Yes, ma’am. Anything wrong?”
“Nothing child, just dont be choking on cocktails tomorrow.” Her laughter could not be contained as she watched the video Robert had sent her.
“Robert… that fucker is going down.”
“Common child is not that bad. Beside, I still need that fucker in the team. But I will allow you to mangle him a bit.” She winked at him. “But that's all. You can go and—have fun tomorrow.”
“Will do, ma’am. Thank you.”
“Oh!”
“Yes?”
“Don't choke!” She bursted laughing, attracting the attention of others in the department.
“Robeeeeeerto!”
Friday, 27 7:55PM. “El Calzoni”
Flowers, check. Romantic city view, check. Wine that will not make me choke, double check. Okay, that shoul—Damien jaw almost dislocated as he saw the beauty being guided by the restaurant host. A hot red dress that left nothing to the imagination, check. Pointy heels sharper than an ice pick killer weapon, check. And those fiery red lips that would make me jump to hell itself to feel that heat embrace mine for five seconds, triple check.
“So… I see you came prepared this time with the drink and lips in hand, boy.”
“I'm a detective darling, the day I'm not prepared I’m as good as dead.” Damien got up and offered the chair for Tessa to sit in.
“A cutie and a gentleman, I might have won the lottery. Thank you.” Tessa grabbed her wine calice and took a small sip. “But tell me a bit about yourself. You said you are a detective. What are you currently working on right now?”
Damien was stunned by the beauty in front of him. “Well, can't tell many details right now but I’m working on the butcher case.”
She leaned forward with a smirk. “And how close are you to find him?”
Damien chuckled. Bewitched and trapped by the hues of green and blue of her eyes “How are you sure it is a him and not a her?” He took a sip. “But no, sadly he has gone cold for a while. Which is a good thing for the living but a shame for the dead.”
Silence took over the table until he broke the silence. “Anyway, tell me about yourself, Theresa.”
She chuckled. “Well, my life is definitely less risky. I'm an artist and barista on the side when the paintings don’t cut it for rent.”
“Oh, you paint? Would love to see what those beautiful hands are capable of creating.” Damien cut the steak he had ordered, savoring a juicy bite..
“Well, I can show you something pretty after we are done here.” She took a bite of her steak with a smirk, and stared directly into Damien’s soul with her honey hazel eyes. “Unless you are too busy with your lady butcher.”
“I wouldn’t miss the chance of seeing up close and personal an absolute work of art. And admire the curves that glorious canvas has carved.”
Tessa blushed, stood up, and got close to the detective. “You naughty, naughty detective.”
Friday 27th, 11:35 pm 235 St Peters street, Bonesville
The moonlight peeking through the blinds, a creaking bed, moans and sweat filled the room. The wet noises from kisses broke the monotonous sound of skin clashing, before everything came to a halt.
“Well, you definitely surprised me detective—I won't be able to call you a boy any more.”
Damien kissed her neck, slowly making his way to her lips. “But you can start calling me Daddy.”
Tessa laughed. “Baby steps cowboy.”
“Fair enough, but…when can I see some of those pieces? We got a bit sidetracked for a bit.” His eyes sparkled, like the ones of a curious kid about to enter a candy store.
“Let me put something on first… Unless you want a tour with me butt nake—Yeah, no… Let me go get dressed.”
Damien just chuckled and decided to get dressed too.
Saturday 28th, 12:01am
The couple roamed around the house looking at some of the different pieces Tessa had, some in progress, some finished. Most of the pieces were abstract in nature, lots of splashes of colors, lines and random patterns. It wasn’t until they got to her studio that he saw the biggest piece hung above, high and mighty. Forcing him to look at it. Streaks of crimson red dripped as if it was part of a crime scene to a fatal blow. But, that wasn’t what made Damian most curious. Most of Tessa’s pieces had that almost as her signature. What truly captivated his attention was the portrait of the female wearing all black, crying tears of blood, with a smile that sent chills down the young detective’s spine.
“Everyone has the same reaction with this one. That's why I like it so much.”
Damien, without batting an eye, still focused on the painting, chuckled. “Is that so—black widow?”
Their gaze met, the dead silence of the place felt overwhelming, like enemies facing each other. The wait to see who would act first felt like it lasted hours. Adrenaline was building up to this fight or flight situation. But Tessa decided to act first. A scratch with her sharp nails hit Damien. What was a feeling of ecstasy as those same nails scratched his back a few minutes ago, now desired his life to be over. But the adrenaline had built up so much that the pain felt exciting to Damien—before he toppled her.
As Damien pinned her on the ground, the cold felt exhilarating against her skin. The feeling of danger made her heart race once again in excitement, except this time wasn’t his burning dick making his way deeper into her.
That wasn’t how she would go down. She had killed similar built guys before and her religious visits to the gym helped her overcome his strength. She was now on top,pinning him down.
Her weight on top of him, already too familiar, felt more intense this time. Her skin burned him compared to the cold ground hugging his back. Those thighs wrapped around him weren’t calling for him to go deeper now. This time, they were trying to strangle him to death. Her breathing, deeper and faster, scared him, once screams of desire and lust were now voiceless screams of hate and death.
He wasn’t going to die now. He had a mission. With the last bit of might, he rolled her once again, this time pinning her hands with one arm, his hand wrapped around her neck. That neck he loved kissing as he thrusted deeper inside of her, now steamed for air. He desired to end her.
“Do it! Kill me now you fucker.” She barked.
“Now, now… why would I want to kill the one I've been looking for so long.” He kissed her cheek. “I wanna help you.”
Dumbfounded, she stood there, staring at him. He was serious. “And why would you help a monster?”
He smirked. “Well, because I'm a monster too.”
Now she was completely confused. Choosing to bite her tongue to see if it was a dream, an exhilarating adrenaline fueled sweet nightmare. But it wasn’t.
“You see, I’m a fan of yours, really. The last guy and how you used a heel to obliterate his skull. Truly a work of art.” He licked her ear lobe.
His hand let off her neck to now dongle her bare breast and toy with her nipples. “Or the previous one, the fatso bank owner. Cutting his head and making his family see him butt naked as he sucked on his own cock. Hilarious.”
He gave a nibble to her neck where his finger marks had imprinted. “And my favorite, the body builder whose face was crushed by dumbbells. If it wasn’t because he was an instagram celebrity you would have made it a pain to the ass for the unit to find out who he was.”
Tessa couldn't believe it. She has found someone who understands her. Remembering the last minutes of his victims as they pleaded for mercy made her wet. And the man on top of her, being in total control of her body even more. Her life and the chance of living depended on the hands now teasing her pussy. She loved it. Every second of it.
“Okay, let's do it.”
He stopped fingering her, as he lifted her chin. Both stared into each other as he kissed her. “Black widow, you got yourself a butcher.”
The realization of those words sent a chill down her spine, but before she could say anything, the sudden heat that penetrated deep inside of her made her gasp. Now traveling through her spine, a bolt of electricity reached all the way to the tip of her toes, making them curl up. Her mind clouded by a mix of emotions between pain, terror and overflowing excitement made her mind a mess just like the happening between her legs with each one of his thrusts.
And so the town of Bonesville had welcomed a new couple into the city limits.
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