An english fiction ! Yay for english readers !!!!

I had a flash when I went on MySpace and saw that song by Midnight Reign called "Dead Girls don't say no"

Just turned it "yaoi" xD

It's really short, I know.

And my english is quite dusty...

I haven't write in french for a while, it's even worst in english. I'm sorry.

Hum, for the characters, it's free to you, but I must say than the "he" of the story was Kaya, in my head... I could be ASAGI as well... But I imagined Kaya.
And the "I" was also Jui, but still it is that I haven't named anyone, so you may decide of the characters 8D

Dead boys don’t say no

I’d been seeing this guy for a while, I thought “dating” would be the good word to use here. I thought that, the more it went, the more I found interest in him. I felt there was something special coming from him, maybe because I hadn’t found any interest in anybody since… I couldn’t even remember !

I was not quite sure I could call what I felt for him, then, love, though. I liked him, but… Maybe.

He invited me to his place, that night, it was the reason why I was thinking about him while I fixed my hair one last time before I left. He wasn’t living to far from my apartment, so I walked to his. It was no use to take my car, a few walking minutes wouldn’t have killed me. Maybe I was wrong.

It took almost half an hour, I was a bit late when I reached his door and rang the bell. When the door opened on him, he seemed worried.

“Ah it’s you ! he said.

“I’m sorry, I made you wait…” I answered.

He let me in, I took off my shoes. He took me to his living room. It was so richly decorated, roses everywhere, some were fakes, some were dried, and some fresh ones were in a few vases here and there. There were also thin curtains, they were white, filtering the warm summer breeze coming from the open windows. I sat on the velvet couch, he offered me to drink something. I accepted and waited for him to come back. He did with a fancy bottle of red wine, pouring each one a glass.

We talked a lot, had a good time. It had not taken much time for the bottle to be empty. He went to the kitchen and bought back glasses from another drink, a fruity one. I drank a lot, maybe too much. I couldn’t resist him when he circled my waist with his arms, kissing my neck, jaw bone, lips. I couldn’t decline when he asked me to follow him in his room, taking my hand before I gave any answer.

Between his sweet kisses and lusty caresses, I had a quick overview of his quite dark room, in comparison to the rest of his apartment. I could see human forms scattered around. I froze.

“What’s wrong, sweety ? He asked with a lower voice than his usual one.

“Who’s that ? I questioned, pointing my fingers at those strangers.

“Oh ! He said. I forgot to tell you…”

He got up to turn on the lights, my eyes grew bigger.

“I collect full-sized dolls.” He smiled.

I observed those dolls one by one, they looked so real ! I touched one near me. It was a wax doll with a red and golden lacy dress and long dark blonde and soft-curled hair. Its mouth was mid-open, its eyes were closed as if it felt asleep on its chair. Actually, every dolls had their eyes shut. I wondered aloud why.

“I like dolls, but not their eyes.” He said, turning off the light, coming back to me, kissing me again.

I didn’t wanted to know more. At this moment I had forgotten about the dolls, all I wanted was him. That was probably due to alcohol.

And you guessed right, we made love. How would I ever wanted to say no to him ?

I was about to fall asleep, I heard him leaving the room but I didn’t open my eyes, didn’t wanted to. When he returned, he whispered to my ear.

“Wanna take a bath ?”

I mumbled something even I couldn’t understand. My mind was blurry. He obviously took the sound I made for an affirmative answer since he lifted me and took me to what supposed to be the bathroom. I could hardly breathe, the room was really hot a full of steam. He was bringing me closer to the source of this heat. And even though, I started to get really uncomfortable, I couldn’t move nor open my eyes. I began to panic, but still I couldn’t move a single finger. What the hell was wrong with me ?!

I felt him lower himself and he immerged me in that almost boiling liquid. I wasn’t water, I knew it wasn’t water. I wanted to struggle, the liquid was burning my skin, I hurted so badly, but I couldn’t. I was beginning to understand want was going on when I realized that I couldn’t breathe anymore.

He then took me out of that boiling bath, I could breathe again, hardly, but at least I could. I wanted to cry, tears were gathering under my eyelid and couldn’t roll on my cheeks.

He tied me to a metallic structure that was holding me so I could stand on my feet. And I felt that liquid wax again. He was pouring it on my head so that, in the end, it covers my whole body with many thin layers. And he waited it to dry after he had sat me on a chair. I still couldn’t move.

The skin all over my body was in pain... I wanted to die.

Once the wax dried, I guess he sculpted it a bit to get it regular and I supposed he dressed me up to finally bring me in his room.

“Dead boys don’t say no” I hardly heard him say.

He added a new doll to his collection.