‘I came for you,’ he said. She repeated the four words in her head. I came for you. If they were meant as a threat, they certainly weren’t spoken as one. ( … ) 'I came for you,’ he murmured so softly that seduction might have been in the air. And so saying, he moved through the passageway and into the light.
And she was almost enchanted. By his voice, by his colours, by the buzz from his body. She fought to resist the rapture, though. There was a monster here, beneath this fetching display; its nest of razors was at her feet, still drenched in blood. Would it hesitate to slit her own throat if it once laid hands on her?
'Be my victim,’ he said.
'I won’t force it upon you,’ he replied, the perfect gentleman. 'I won’t oblige you to die. But think; think. If I kill you here - if I unhook you…’
She had been right: this was a seduction.
The Forbidden, Clive Barker // Der Tod und das Mädchen // MAG 160 - “The Eye Opens” // MAG 92 - “Nothing Beside Remains” // MAG 67 - “Burning Desire”
