Leila
Leila Buckley's lips turned into a cruel sneer as she watched the young girl, writhing in pain, at her feet. She watched, with ice cold blue eyes, as the girl begged for help, almost laughing out loud, in satisfaction, having being the cause of the pain. Of the suffering.
Her cries were like music to Leila's ears, the way she begged, blood pouring from the scratch marks she'd caused on her cheeks, tears starting to fall.
Leila cocked her head to the side and bent slightly, so she was face to face with the girl. Her hand cupped the front of the girl's throat, fingers spread along the left side of her neck, the pad of her thumb pressed just under her jawbone and over her right cartoid, Leila held the girl for, perhaps a minute, enjoying the feel of her strong, throbbing pulse. She was so full of life. For now.
Leila smiled and pressed her lips to the girls face, moistening her lips with the tears from the girl's face. She let her tongue dart out to lick at the salty tears, then ran a finger over the self imposed scratches. The girl shuddered, staring at Leila through unseeing eyes, trapped within her own nightmares.
"Please, oh God, please no, oh God, stop, no! GOD!"
Leila raised an eyebrow at the cries. "God? No, I'm not. But so very close, darling."
She released the girl slightly from her nightmares, allowing some sort of conscious thought to come back to her.
"Why are you doing this?" A tearful plea.
Leila thought for a moment. "Hmmm." She smiled a cruel smile, her eyes crinkling in amusement. "Because I can."
With a flick of her hand, the girl again fell onto her back, writhing in pain, fighting an unseen demon. Leila amplified the fear, the pain, the hurt, and left, without even turning back.
Sweetness and light?
Hardly.