She nervously shifted the ruby medallion in her hot clenched palm. He stared at her with brooding eyes while she contemplated handing over the sweat-covered jewel, for she knew what would happen next. He ran a long jagged fingernail through her buttery yellow mane, her hazel eyes burned deep into his stare as she struggled to decide her fate.
“Thank you for returning what is rightfully mine,” he said through a sly, crooked smile.
“But you know the time has come. Now open your tight little fist, or I’ll open it for you.”
The sound of his voice was menacing and it sent shivers racing through her body. She could feel the weight of the fiery gem in her grasp. She closed her eyes as her fingers struggled to release, and she felt him slink closer toward her with inescapable intensity. The moment she found the medallion, she knew her fate was sealed - there was no escaping now.
With heaving chest and tear-stained cheeks, she opened her eyes. He loomed over her, casting blustering breath upon her like a hot summer’s night. One by one, she lifted each shaky finger until finally, she revealed the wet, sparkling medallion. As the ruby lay nestled in her palm of moist ivory, it cast a bright red glow on her lily white face as she softy trembled.
In an instant, she felt coiled nails slither across the soft flesh of her palm to snatch up the sacred gem.
With the ruby medallion dangling proudly around his neck, he opened a large imposing door behind him and motioned for her to enter. Without hesitation, she brushed past him, defeated and ready to succumb.
She closed her eyes and offered him her virgin neck.
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©2010 Krist N. Webb
