It was a typical Tuesday evening when an unsuspecting man dressed in a long trench coat and a fedora discovered an inconspicuous door by the dirty back alley he often walked to get home faster. A rusty sign next to the door said “Wonderland” in art deco style lettering. The man’s curiosity took over and he tried if the door was unlocked. And it was. Slowly he opened the heavy door and looked darkness straight in the eye. “Hello?” the man hollered as he started to descend the stairway into the mouldy unknown. No one responded but after what seemed like a thousand steps, the man saw a faint light in the end of a hallway. “Hello?” the man said again, this time whispering… as if he was afraid that someone would actually respond. “Come on in”, a soulless female voice said, and as the man turned around the corner, he saw an almost naked woman sitting on a little bar. Something about the woman made the man’s spine shiver but his feet had decided that he would be stepping in. As the man sat by the bar, the woman – who was basically wearing nothing at all – took the man’s hand and guided it up along her smooth but cold inner thigh. “We only serve two things here”, the woman said, her icy gaze piercing the man’s existence. “You can either … eat me and grow ever so big”, the woman continued and lowered her eyes on the man’s crotch area. “Or… you can… drink me and shrink in size like every man sooner or later does.” The following day, the man in question was reported missing.
It had been a long day but now she was finally able to let her long furry tail loose and reveal her ears from under her black hair. “It’s damn difficult pretending to be a human”, she sighed as she stretched her body on the leather couch. She had been chasing men like mice all day and now her paws were sore. After cleaning her whiskers, she purred and turned on her back and said with frustration: “All the mice… I mean ‘men’ in the world and no one to massage my sore spots.” She slipped out of her tight outfit and let the chill air caress her curves. She bit her bottom lip and let her hand wander down onto the pussy cat’s p*ssy. “I guess I’ll have to take care of myself… like I always do”, she meowed and continued: “I don’t know about you, Miss Kitty, but I feel so much yummier.”
It was that time of year when the nights started to get warmer and the skirts started to get shorter. Men, not unlike wild animals, all around the Northern Hemisphere could notice this in their bodies as their blood flowed faster and the pressure in their groin area turned unbearable. Ergo the night down at the lounge had been long and the business surprisingly brisk. “We’re out of vodka!” the bartender announced to the wait staff. “Also, I’m down to my last bag of peanuts.” She had only been working there for a few weeks, but a quick glance at her slacking colleagues told her that it was up to her to keep the male patron’s from wandering off to the next watering hole down the street. “Mike, I have an idea”, she whispered to the bartender as she quickly pulled her already revealing top over her head and wiggled out of her skirt. “What the hell are you…?” the man started but she was already climbing up onto the counter. “Trust me”, she reassured and arched her back, sticking her assets out. She whistled with her fingers and announced to the crowd: “Attention, I’ll be serving you some special shots for the next hour! Only 5 dollars each!” The barman quickly realized what she was doing and mixed some pink berry juice with less-than-generous pour of gin and filled a dozen shot glasses with the fluid.
He looked at the demonic creature in front of him, strangely erotic and utterly horrific at the same time. The woman was observing her bloody dinner with her dead, white eyes, and frowned: “This same crap again? Blood of virgins, brains of university students, souls of saints… It’s almost Halloween. Shouldn’t I be honoured with something special, for dessert at least?” Her cold, heartless voice echoed in the room, and her loyal servant stood up swiftly. Having been her loyal servant for decades, he stated: “Worry not, my queen! I will go find you something special. You do know that if it were to come to that, I would even give you my heart…” “Good!” the woman yelled and with a quick move stuck her right hand through the chest of the man and ripped his pulsing heart out, grinning: “Heart of a knight. Just what I needed to finish this mundane dinner with style.”
Corset: Addams // Ditta Corset
Stockings: Addams // Ditta PantyHose
Shoes: N-core KATE FUR “Glitter”
Crown: *AvaWay* LUTHIEN Crown
Earrings & Necklace: [MANDALA] Pearl Rain set season 2/MAPLE BLACK
“Let’s go down into the basement”, he said and handed her what looked like a ball of chains, and after noticing the hesitation in her eyes, continued with a stern voice: “Wear this and I’ll take your picture. I’ll make you famous.”
The rattle of the chains echoed in the room, which smelled of mould, urine, and desperation. Without a warning, a lock clicked and she felt a cold chain tighten around her ankle.
“Don’t worry, it’s just a decoration”, he said, trapping her feet in place.
Her eyes gleamed in the dim light as he buttoned down his pants.
She wore a slinky black thing to her fifth husband’s funeral. Mourning over the hearse, her posture was dramatic and premeditated.
She inherited a few million lindens and a mansion with creaky floors.
Three days earlier, the roads had been icy, and she had tampered with the brakes.