Day 118 – Passion – 50 Word Story Expanded

“Please, please, just let me go, I swear I won’t tell anyone, please!” she yells, her arms bound behind her back, she looks up at him as he stands over her, his face calm, his eyes soft, and the faint traces of a smile beings to creep out, from underneath his moustache.

“It’s easy, just put your lips together, and blow, the melody will follow in time,” he says with a smile, she looks up at him, as tears run down her face.

“Please, I-I-I can’t.”

“There’s no such word, as can’t,” he says as he slowly begins to sharpen his knife. “Just put your lips together, it’s easy, watch me, I’ll show you again,” he says as he places his lips tighter and creates an ‘O’ shape with his mouth and blows, the tune that begins to sound is a melody, full of sadness, with deep, low, notes, that soars upwards, like wind blowing through trees, and then he smiles. “See, that wasn’t hard, now you try?”

“Please…” she doesn’t get to finish her sentence as he thrusts the knife to her throat.

“I said, there is no such word, now try, you will find it’s not that difficult, I have faith in you, so, please, try.” He says through gritted teeth, saliva spraying out, onto her face, she pulls back momentarily and he slices the blade lightly across her throat, and faint droplets of blood run from it, she sucks in a breath, praying for salvation, for anything. “Do not try my patients girl, your boyfriend should act as a warning, I will not give you another chance, now blow,” he says, she darts her eyes towards the lifeless, pale body of Jeremy, the pool of darkened red liquid has stopped growing. She looks back up into his eyes, sweat running down her brow, she closes her lips and blows, but no sound comes, she tries again, and still nothing. The slap he delivers across her face sends stars of black and white exploding in front of her, the room rings violently and for a brief moment she hears herself scream, but, she’s not screaming, and then the floor meets her face, the pool of blood splashes onto her like tar, sticky and warm, she screams again as he pulls her back to her knees and grabs her by the jaw.

“Not good enough, try again!” He grows.

“I-I-I-I c-c-an….” He slaps her again, the whole room spins violently, she feels her stomach heave forward, throwing up whatever was inside onto the floor, he grabs her by the hair and spits in her face.

“Do it bitch or I’ll slice you open, don’t think I’m fooling you, because I will, so god damn whistle, do it!” he yells, she fights to keep her eyes open, she struggles to stay conscious, and once again places her lips together and blows, her eyes shoot open in surprise as a high pitched whistle breaks through. She tries again and another out of tune, raspy whistle escapes as he release his hold on her face and she collapses to the ground once more.

“Now, what did I tell you, I knew you could do it,” he says, a broad grin upon his face.

“Y-Y-Y-You’ll let m-m-m-me go now?” she asks softly, fighting through the tears of salvation she now cries.

He laughs as he kneels down beside her, “When was that ever an option dear child?”

 

END

You can read the original 50 Word Story here, I’d be interested in what you think of the full story that came from the short.

6 Comments Add yours

  1. Whipkey says:

    Keep pushing boundaries. Good introduction possibly.

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    1. Thanks, I really had no idea what I could do to make it heavier than the 50 word story was, so I just built on it, and think it crafted itself into a twisted son of a bitch.

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      1. Whipkey says:

        Twisted like sister.

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    1. Thanks, some people just have a thing, his was obviously whistling 👍

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