Lucy Fendhardt stood alone in the dimly lit club, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips as she scanned the room with a predatory glint in her eye. Her sleek, black hair cascaded down her back in sharp contrast to the sexy red dress that clung to her every curve. From a distance, she exuded an air of effortless confidence, a dangerous allure that drew the attention of every man in the vicinity. Her piercing gaze seemed to pierce through the fabric of the room, as she meticulously chose her next victim, her green eyes alight with a chilling determination. Laughter and the clink of glasses filled the air, but for Lucy, the only sound that mattered was the symphony of impending danger that surrounded her.

     Aidan, a handsome and unsuspecting young man, whose gaze was magnetically drawn to Lucy from across the room, made his way to her side on unsteady legs. Entranced by her beauty and charm, he could have never anticipated the dark twist fate had in store for him. He asked her out to the dance floor with shakiness in his voice, and as Lucy said yes, he took her hand in his sweaty palm. 

      As they danced, Lucy's cat-like grace and charm mesmerized Aidan, his heart pounding with a dangerous mix of desire and apprehension. It was the moment their eyes met that Lucy saw it, the innocence and naivety that she craved: a virgin, a perfect mark for her twisted desires. Determined to add him to her list of lovers turned victims, Lucy plotted the downfall of yet another notch on her bed post from another unfortunate soul, her smile masking the darkness that lay within.

      She took him to a poorly lit, dingy hotel. He was hers for tonight, and that's all that mattered. In a moment of reckless abandon, Lucy fully succumbed to the heady rush of romance that enveloped her as she and Aidan made love for his very first time. Yet, as the sun rose in the aftermath of their passionate night, a chilling realization crept over her. Aidan was no longer pure, shedding his virginity in a bittersweet exchange of intimacy. The surge of revulsion and disillusionment that coursed through Lucy was a jarring awakening to her own inner turmoil, stirring familiar emotions and doubts within her shattered concience The sharp edges of her carefully constructed facade lent themselves to aiding her in convincing the boy to be bound the the bedframe. 

     Once he was, she blindfolded him. He giggled and asked what she had in mind.

She told him, "Don't worry, darling," as she then put a gag in his mouth. 

     At first, she gently teased his overt form, running her fingers up and down his protruding ribs, sprinkling soft kisses here and there. After a few moments of gentle intimacy, she sat upright and then spat on him. Her face twisted in anger as her upper lip curled in disgust, looking at the impure man lying before her. She stood up and swaggered over to the chair in the corner of the dimly lit room. She sat, postured in a statuesque way as the street light snuck between the blinds and across her body. 

   Lucy reached down and picked up her worn purse, a tool in itself that has been her longest companion in these familiar circumstances. She pulled from the bag, a long filterless cigarette, and a pack of matches with the logo on it from the club she preyed on the ignorant at. 

     She took a long drag while she watched her lovers' body quiver as sweat beads dropped off of his body, shimmering in the broken light coming into the room. As she sat, and the ash grew as long as the cigarette, she pulls a fillet knife from her bag. She put the cigarette in the ashtray on the nightstand as she approached the bedside like a lion would approach an unknowing gazelle. She knelt down and slid her hand down his chest towards his groin. 

     In that one motion, his demeanor went from frantic to calm as she led him into a false sense of security. She had his full trust right now, completely oblivious to the foreboding blade inching closer to his body. She whispered into his ear, "Who is a filthy, disgusting sinner?". He responded with a "hmph" as it's all he could muster through the gag. Without hesitation, she plunged the knife into his side. A muffled scream rang out through the small area as she begins to slice down from the bottom of his ribcage to his hip. Once there, she ripped the knife from his tight flesh and drove it back in under the ribcage beside the original entrance. She sliced a parallel wound to the hip. She smiled and spit on him again. "IMPURE", She yelled.

     After about an hour, her work was complete. She had already gotten the lifeless body out of the room and into her back seat. She had also gotten the pack of sheets she had bought to replace the ones in the hotel and made the bed. The room was spotless. She made her way out to her normal dumping grounds and dropped the body afterward, making her way back home before the sun could peek over the horizon. 

     After a nice rest she showered and got dressed up. She did her makeup and headed out. As she stood in the neon light lit room with the bass from the music drowning out the people's boring chatter. A familiar voice caught her attention from the side, "Hey Lucy" said the barkeep as he slid her her normal cocktail. As her tongue found the straw, her eyes also found what they were looking for.  

     A young man smiled at her from the end of the bar. He blushed a little. 

     Lucy licked her lips and put down her drink. 

     As she straightened her brazier, she kicked her lips and whispered to herself, "Playtime”.