So when the cute Asian chick he’s been dancing with for the past five minutes whispers in his ear “I think I know where there’s a better party, are you coming?” Max needs no further encouragement. She says her name’s Kelly or Carly – bit hard to make out as she has a strong Indian accent – she’s a postgrad from Delhi doing medical research. Tugging him firmly by the ends of his yellow silk scarf (vintage Hermes, he picked it up for 50 pence in an Oxfam charity shop the other week) she leads Max down the corridor towards the elevator vestibule.
She presses the ‘down’ button on the lift marked ‘No unauthorised use’. “This is the quickest way down,” she says. The lift arrives, the doors open, they go in – and, before the doors are even fully closed, she’s pinning him against the wall with her body, with one hand down the front of his jeans and her tongue half way down his throat.
After passing several floors, Max is vaguely aware of the lift coming to a halt and of a medic – well he’s dressed from head-to-toe in green scrubs – pushing an empty dolly into the lift.
“Oh Kali, you never could resist hot, fresh meat,” says the medic.
Somewhere deep within Max’s lust engorged brain an alarm bell starts ringing – but it’s already too late. With the speed and dexterity of someone who’s done this many, many times before, Kali is twisting Max’s scarf into a garrotte and the noose is tightening.
“This can’t be happening to me,” screams Max’s mind before he falls unconscious across the waiting dolly. The doors close and the lift continues its journey down, down to the basement – and the dissecting rooms.
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© Charles Christian 2009
Charles Christian is a UK-based lawyer turned writer, technology journalist, poet, blogger, photographer and storyteller
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July 14th, 2009 at 7:40 am
I enjoyed this - nice story!
July 14th, 2009 at 7:46 pm
A well done and concise flash. Great little warning story.
–dj
July 15th, 2009 at 6:48 pm
Nasty! He should’ve taken the stairs.