After The Date

Mr. Filth · 01-06-2009, 07:55 PM

The date had gone well. She was gorgeous and, after a classy dinner, full of spectacular conversation, had invited him home with her. They sat on the couch, completely infatuated with anything but what was on the television. It was at this moment that he noticed the change.

Something about the way her kisses tasted began to upset him and he pulled away. Crows feet had appeared on her face that were not there before. Her skin itself seemed to have taken on a slack appearance and a shiny texture.

"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I was about to ask you the same thing. Why'd you stop?"

He took her by the hand and decided it was all in his head and leaned forward to kiss her again. The scent coming off her hit him like a wall. Some sort of acrid, unsettling vapor. He looked at her again. Her skin was wrinkling and sagging before his eyes, as if it had come loose from the meat. He looked down at their hands and noticed that her hands were covered in boils. One of them burst and the puss splashed onto his arm.

He recoiled in horror. The puss was burning him. She giggled, "Sorry, it happens sometimes". What the fuck was going on here? As he looked at her, more boils rose beneath her skin and oozed through her clothing.

He ran to the bathroom to rinse off the puss from his arm. How was it burning? How was this woman alive with this shit inside her? There was no way that this was happening. "Hey! You don't want to get it wet!" she called in a sing-song voice from the other room. He turned on the faucet and the splashed some water with his hand onto his arm. With a searing hiss and incredible pain his entire arm exploded from his body, blood, muscle and bone making a mess of the wash room.

He was screaming, incoherent with madness as she entered the room and turned on the shower. With gentle care she wrapped her arms around him, the puss getting all over him, burning him through his clothing. "You're so good to me" she whispered, her skin now hanging like a loose paper bag around her bones, the acrid odor burning his nostrils, and slowly dragged him, screaming in hysteria, weak with blood loss, toward the running shower.