Rayna liked to watch. She derived pleasure from the passion of other people. It started when she was in her early teens. When her parents would be out, she would sneak a peek at her father's X-rated videos. To this day, she could still vividly remember certain scenes from those movies. But really watching, now that was totally different.
Rayna paid particular attention to the comings and goings of a certain female neighbor of hers that lived across from her in the next building. This neighbor knew that Rayna watched her "entertain" her guests. It had been going on for so long now, that the two even had a code. If there is anything for Rayna to watch, a lit candle is put on the windowsill of the woman's bedroom. Rayna knows this woman so intimately, they may as well be best friends, yet they have never met or spoken to one another.
When Rayna looked out her window on this particular night, the candle was lit. Rayna quickly turned out the lights and got her binoculars. She hardly ever used them, unless, of course, she felt the need for a close up view of the festivities. She undressed and put on her black silk robe. She sat down in her favorite chair and waited anxiously for something to happen. As soon as she saw tonight's guest, she got chills. There was something different about this one; she could feel it deep down in her bones. Something was not right. She grabbed the binoculars to get a better look at him. She was unsure as to whether or not she liked what she saw.
He was tall, at least six feet, probably more. His raven hair hung down his back, tied back with a black velvet ribbon. He was clad in black save for a white shirt unbuttoned so that his hairless chest was partially revealed. He had perfectly chiseled cheekbones and pale skin that seemed to almost glow in the candlelight. But his eyes, his eyes are what disturbed her. They were a steely blue-gray and seemed to bore right through her though she was sure that he did not see her looking at him. He was beautiful. There was no doubt about that. Despite her uneasiness, she was almost jealous that she could not have him for herself. She put the binoculars down and waited.
He sat down on the bed and watched as the woman began to remove her clothing. He stopped her when she had stripped down to her undergarments. His lips moved and the woman went to her dresser and removed two pairs of black stockings and handed them to him. He got up off the bed and she lay down in his place. He proceeded to tie her hands to the headboard. He parted her legs and tied her ankles to the footboard. He then walked out of the room. Rayna was becoming increasingly aroused. She was particularly fond of bondage. She could feel the moistness forming between her legs. And she was getting impatient. Where was he and what on earth was he doing?
She saw him finally reenter the bedroom. He had something in his hand, but what that was, she could not tell. She picked up the binoculars again and peered through them. She caught her breath as she realized that what he was carrying in his hand was a knife. Her heart started beating and she began to sweat. Something she had never witnessed before and will never witness again was about to happen.
He went over to the bed and then leaned over and whispered in the woman's ear. He took the tip of the knife and pressed it against her cheek. She flinched as he brought the blade to his lips and then, with a flick of his tongue, licked her blood from it. Ohhhhhh! thought Rayna, This one has a blood fetish. She held the binoculars to her eyes with her left hand so as not to miss a single moment of this while sliding her right hand between her legs.
The man cut the straps of the woman's bra then unhooked the front. Her breathing was heavy and her nipples were erect. He cupped her breasts in his hands then roughly pinched her nipples. She winced but gave no indication that she did not enjoy this. He grabbed one of the lit candles from the nightstand and perched it over her chest. Then slowly, ever so slowly, he let the hot, molten wax cover her in one continuous line from between her breasts until it pooled in her belly button. Rayna could tell by the expression on the woman's face that she was enjoying it.
Rayna sat there caressing herself, wishing all the while that it were her tied to that bed.
With one hand and in one swift motion, he tore off the woman's panties. Without warning, he picked up the knife by its blade and plunged the handle inside her. Her hips rose up off the bed. He slid it in and out of her a few times before pulling it out. He put it to her lips for her to lick clean. He put the knife down then got up and began to undress. Rayna was in awe of his seemingly flawless body. He stood in front of the window and stretched out his arms, his organ fully erect. Rayna quickly ducked down, afraid he might see her.
When she looked up again, he was standing at the side of the bed touching himself. The woman was trying desperately to get close to him, but he was standing purposely just out of her mouth's reach. While still fondling himself, he picked up the knife and cut the woman's left breast. He repeated the same on her right breast. Rayna could see the blood trickle over her nipples. The woman was writhing, trying to free herself. He leaned over to lap the blood from her as he began to caress between her legs. He took the knife and made a quick slice across her belly. Now she was really struggling to get free. He had gone too far. Rayna was paralyzed, not so much from fear as from arousal.
He made long cuts on her forearms and thighs, all the while his hand still between her legs. He continued to lick greedily from the wounds he had inflicted upon her. And then it happened: he plunged the blade deep into her chest. Rayna and the woman screamed simultaneously. He rubbed his hands in the blood gushing from her chest. He smeared it on his chest in the form of a cross. Her eyes were wide in horror and her breathing was weakening. She was bleeding to death. A woman was bleeding to death and Rayna was powerless to help her. For some twisted reason, Rayna wanted, no, she NEEDED to see this to completion.
Rayna watched in horror as he climbed on top of the woman and then entered her. He slammed in and out of her repeatedly and with such force that Rayna thought he would tear her in two. And then, as she drew her last breath, he climaxed. He pulled out of her, kissed her forehead, and then covered her with the sheet.
He walked over to the window, and before he blew out the candle he gave Rayna a bloody smile.
