Roses and Power Drills
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Thread Topic: Roses and Power Drills
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I skulked into the closest gay bar, eying all of the men there. Ah, what can I say? I’m a player! My eyes fell on a young man, sporting a white shirt and metal-framed spectacles. He had a forlorn, despaired expression plastered on his face. He looked how I felt. Lonely.
Every other patron seemed to avoid him. Almost like he was…feared. But who would be afraid of such a sexy species? So silent, never showing any emotion. He was an enigma. The perfect lover…or so I thought.
Perching down on a barstool, I turned to face this enigmatic, sensual character. ‘Bonjour.’ I greeted, smiling. His eyes dazzled like the stars, as they met mine.
‘Hi.’ he replied, glumly. I continued to grin optimistically.
‘You look rather upset.’ I stated. ‘Tell you what, I shall buy you a drink, oui?’
Steadily, a small, shy smile crept across the man’s face.
‘Yeah. I’d really like that. Thanks.’ he chuckled. My smile grew wider.
‘My name’s Francis Bonnefoy, by the way.’ I announced. ‘You can just call me France, though.’ He chuckled again.
‘My name’s Jeffrey. Jeffrey Dahmer.’ -
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Shall I continue?
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Yup lol
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Okaaaay!
Jeffrey's mysterious aura captivated me. He always seemed to look at me with desire in his eyes. Hunger in his eyes. A burning hunger that only I could satisfy.
I turned to Dahmer as he sipped his wine.
'Once we're finished here, monsieur Jeffrey, what do you say we...head to your place?' I inquired. Jeff nodded his head.
'Sure, France.' he smiled, before taking another swig. -
Oh no I sense something's going to happen.... xD more then!
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Once I had payed his tab, Jeffrey took my hand. With an astounding amount of energy, the blonde American leap to his feet and dragged me out to his car.
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The car's trunk seemed to be occupied by a power drill.
'Uh, Jeff?' I asked.
'Yes?' he replied.
'W-why do you have a drill in the back of the car?'
'Oh...no reason.' he leered, flooring it. -
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Tightly, I clutched Jeffrey Dahmer's hand as we approached his apartment door. The number 213 was carved into the wood. I noticed an object in Jeff's left hand. The power drill.
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'Here we are!' Dahmer chimed, still clutching his precious tool. I wanted to ask why he lugged that thing around, but thought it was best to keep my mouth shut. I didn't want to somehow offend him after all.
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I couldn't afford to lose ANOTHER boyfriend, after all. And since, Jeff was the sweetest man I'd ever met, I would never want to lose him!
The blonde homosexual opened up the door, to reveal his living room. As I was invited in, a strange, burning smell invaded my nostrils. Like...burning human flesh. -
'What's that smell?' I questioned. 'It's like...burning meat.'
Jeffrey gasped.
'Oops!' he exclaimed. 'I forgot, I kinda...left the oven running. It tends to smoke up, y'know?' -
I nodded as the blonde American chuckled nervously.
'S-stay there.' he instructed me, striding into another room.
I pondered for a while, deep in thought. I began to question myself, and wonder if Jeffrey was lying! -
'No.' I laughed, slaughtering the thought. 'Monsieur Jeffrey would never do such a thing!' Still, uncertainly lingered in the back of my mind.
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