Tainted Love
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kamz neon gypsy • 18+ writing
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Series: Tainted — Part: 001 — Description: A love so tainted that it may very well kill you. — Song: Tainted Love by Soft Cell

Tainted Love

Tainted Love starts up next door as you stand in the bathroom, your body drenched in red from the bulb above.

Its light creating this surreal vibe to a room, generally so common, that people strive to make it far more than what it truly is: a place to escape.

An area where one can lock themselves away and forget the world, if only for a short while.

Standing at the sink, alcohol swirling through your system, you look to the mirror. Your eyes roam over your features, before settling straight onto your gaze.

Are you trying to peer into your own soul? Hoping to find those things that you hide deep within it, away from the world? If it is a part of you, why even hide it at all?

Before you have time to answer those deep, philosophical questions, blood begins to drip from your nose. A single stream that reaches your upper lip, falling over its edge to the sink below.

Only a drop or two makes it before instinct kicks in and your hand lifts, catching more. You look to the blood collecting on your palm. In the red glow, they seem black.

As though your veins are filled with darkness, not blood.

Something makes you lift your gaze to the mirror. A gasp leaves your lips as you turn to face him.

Reflexes far to quick for a human, his hand is around your throat; pushing your body up onto the sink. Your back up against the mirror. Next door, the music continues on.

And you know that no one will be able to hear you scream, hear you cry out. Not that you could no matter how much you wanted to try.

His hand was firmly around your throat, preventing you from screaming. Right? Oh, yes. That loss of voice was from his hand. Not from how close he was or from that look in his eyes.

Nor could it have been due to the room you were both locked in together.

The grip on your throat shifts as he takes note of the blood trailing from your nose. His lips curving into a smirk. One that you have seen many times before, and know just what it means.

Sweaty, bloody hands grip the sink in anticipation.

When was someone going to come looking for you? If they were to knock and shout, would he stop? Would he even let you go? Allow you to slip away from him, back out into the party, then home?

He steps in close, as though he can read your thoughts, and you know the answer to each of those questions.

Body slipping between your legs, his hand still in place. You sit there, pinned between the mirror and him, waiting with bated breathe for him to do something. Anything.

Next door, the song is coming to a close; its lyrics floating into your mind. They speak to you. And though they hold some truth, they are also a lie.

For though you try to run from him, somehow, you always run back. And he knows it. The smirk proves that he knows it.

Those lips...

Those lips press against your own. A fervent kiss that makes you stiffen yet moan. Your hands grab at his jacket. His drop to your hips to pull you closer to him.

The blood from your nose smears across your faces as you lose yourselves to each other. To the kiss, the blood, the passion. To a love so tainted that it may very well kill you. But who cared.

As long as you had each other, what was love without a bit of darkness.

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