The "Lady" in Red

I was home alone again the other night. Parents were out to meet someone who came over for a visit. Someone my parents have known for a long long time, matter-of-factly, it rivals the time I've been breathing and polluting this Earth. And like many other teenagers I was, of course, more than thrilled to have a night to myself. Though by the time my parents left home, it was too late to have company over. So instead, I lay down on my couch, turned on the laptop and rewarded myself with a few hours of porn.


Some time had passed since my parents left and my body was shouting to me, "GO TO BED, NUMB SKULL!" I tried hard not to cave in to the demands , but the consequence of ignoring them was still fresh in my mind, blacking out in the middle of my hyperventilation lesson. It is not too bad if I just black out, but if I don't wake up in time to shut off the porn before my parents get home, I'm going to be in some deep shit. Rather than taking my chances, I shut myself away from society, scrubbed my teeth and plopped down in a dark corner of my cloth-littered bedroom. And right before I wondered off to a world of the surreal, I thought to myself, "did I lock the door?" and lost my consciousness.


***


After who knows how long I finally regained my consciousness, regaining my consciousness to an empty feeling and a boiling flood of white light. I looked around, seeing nothing but darkness; I let out a scream, and listened for the echo that never came. Interesting, maybe I should get up to explore. Finally then, I discovered that I was strapped, hands and feet and all, to a squeaky old wooden chair.


And then the sound of high heels hitting hardwood flooring became audible. I looked at the direction where the sound came from and I saw a woman, dressed in a red skin tight mini dress, with a row of rather small brass buttons down the middle. The dress was quite a revealing one, covering neither her at least double E sized boobs nor the bottom half of her firm looking buttock and the dress certainly showed off her long slim legs, which has an alluring glow on it. I began to imagine all the awkward positions we are going to be in and the satisfying screams and moans coming from her slender yet succulent body. Emmm.


"You sure got some wuuuuaaaaaaahhhhHHH!"


She had no facial features! No eyes, no mouth, no nose, no ears, no brows, no hair... What the hell is this... thing!?


And she strutted ever closer.


The... thing... began with a series of questions right after she stopped in front of me, and she expected me to answer every one of them. I ignored all of her questions, I was frightened, sweating and screaming and trying ever so hard to get loose from the chair. Trust me, you would too. She scolded at me in anger and shouted something about looking back at the TV screen. Apparently because I was very scared to hear a thing she was saying, she had to grab my head with her claws and twisted it towards the TV.


A dull looking TV set, probably from the 60's, with the last few years of my life being played on the screen. Stunned, was that... thing... following me for my whole life!? And then she started to talk, again asking questions that were not to be ignored. Mean and nasty one, and the questions were being thrown at me one right after another, all of which containing a grain of truth. Injuring me from the inside out.


Tears started to pool in my eyes as I tried to answer her questions, though the only thing that I managed to do was to stutter "I". I felt powerless under her wicked questions, all carefully woven to inflict the greatest emotional damages, and all kinds of emotions started streaming through my mind. I cried, I wailed and I laughed.


All of a sudden I felt tired, very tired. I stopped the nonsense and closed my eyes to get some rest, but the... thing... slapped me.


All the random emotions I was feeling were now being overwhelmed by anger and rage, I felt compelled to do something to her. Compelled to revenge the... thing... for her irrational craziness against me. I clenched my teeth, grabbed the handles and broke them off the chair. I stood up, never feeling so strong before in my life, and she began to scream. I had to admit, it was the most beautiful and relaxing melody I'd ever heard. I kept my eyes closed, partly due to her looks and partly because I knew there was no need to open it. She was paralyzed by fear and I was certain of it. I clutched my right hand into a fist, cracked some joints in the process and readied myself to strike. With a big smug smile, I opened my eyes. 


The alarm clock reads 10:00 a.m.