Suicide Doll

“Now give it up for the lovely, luscious, and oh-so-pleasing, Chessie.”

Raucous applause erupted when the female vision appeared onstage. Hair black as sin, eyes as sweet as heaven, and a body made for love, Chessie was Plum’s most popular exotic dancer.

Fetish from the delicious silver hat on her head, to the corset with matching, saucy garters, down to the sequined shoes on her tiny feet, Chessie owned Plum and every debauched soul in it.

Limpid blue eyes scanned the crowd. They searched for one face among the male supplicants. Chessie stood still, head tilted at a rakish angle. A low, seductive beat filled the air, promising dangerous, dark things. Finally, the scarlet mouth painted the same shade as her costume lifted in enigmatic triumph.

'There you are' it seemed to whisper.

Her rounded hips began their hypnotic sway in time to the musician’s breathy growls. Chessie lifted her gloved hand to reveal a crimson riding crop. Several men yelled their pleasure. She smiled coyly in acknowledgment and elegantly danced her way to the center stage.

A lilac gaze devoured her every movement, worshiping her with the fervor of an insane acolyte. Narcissus stared with concealed hunger as Chessie stirred the crowd to a violent pitch. He watched her tease her way out of her clothes until she was clad in only a hat and thong.

'You’re so lovely, Lisette. I love you more than ever before.'

Narcissus had lost none of his obsession for this decadent darling during the passing centuries. His hunger for her had stretched into famine, pulling at his insides until Narcissus’ every function was dictated solely by memories of Lisette.

'Now you’re new but so very wicked. And you’re still such a pretty, pretty thing.'

He shifted in his seat. The low whine of scuffed vinyl was lost in the cacophony of yells surrounding him. Narcissus struggled to rein in his compulsion for the elegant nymph twirling onstage.

The room bled at the seams, melding the present sights of artificial light and smoke with the gilded walls of a century long dead.