Written in Blood

Ryan is on the verge of writers block, She had been journaling the past six months in hopes that her expressions will lead her to a more open life,

A less "safe" life,

Not safe as in safety but as in opening up to more of what this world has to offer,

Carpel tunnel is creeping in and tonight she is deciding on taking a leap,

A leap that requires her to leave the house in clothes she wouldn't normally wear,

Makeup she wouldn't normally indulge,

To a place she had only read about in articles,

The new dark wave Ryan was ready to explore her options,

She was single and ready to meet new friends,

As she approaches the doorway of opportunities she checks her phone to make sure her location is on,

Her bag to make sure she has her hidden mace,

She takes a deep breath and walks up to a black door,

The black door was an old wine bar that went out of business a few years back,

It still had sings up from the previous owner that made the new place more discrete,

You could still smell the mist of rotten berries and shattered glass along the edges of the factory,

The air was sweet and the night was young,

As she enters the building there was no one to secure the door,

There was a camera in the corner with a beaming red dot,

Eyes in the sky,

They must have had heated body temp cameras to see if someone had a weapon,

The door didn't open for everyone,

You'd hear a decline sound and the next person in line was up next,

Ryan was next,

She gazed up at the camera with a squint and began to pull her dress up a little,

The red light turned green and the door unlocked,

As she breezed down the dark hallways she can hear music coming from each room with people inside,

At the end of the hallway was a bar,

Se stood at the bar for a few minutes before she began to walk around the venue again,

One room there was a threesome going on with two guys and a woman,

The next room a woman was hanging from the ceiling swing getting fucked really hard,

Some people in the hallways wore masks to hide their identity,

But not Ryan,

Ryan was in her new bold era,

See me for the voyeur that I am,

See me for my hips,

See me for my eyes, my charm, my lips,

One room she came up on was a man Dominating two women,

Both ties with their hands together facing one another,

Fighting the stinging pain of pleasure,

Ryan stood off in the dark corner watching,

Becoming aroused,

She licks her fingers and graze them inside her bra,

Then Down into her panties,

The Dom looks up at the window and sees Ryan,

He doesn't say a word,

He walks over to the door and unlocks it,

Giving Ryan the option to enter,

Ryan takes a deep breath before entering the room,

Going into thew room the Dom allows her to breath a bit,

He whips one girl, then the other, then the other again,

Going back and forth double teaming both women,

He walks over to Ryan and puts her wet fingers into his mouth,

Would you like a demonstration?

Ryan took her time to answer before jetting out of the room,

She busses into the bathroom stall in a panic,

She almost let herself go,

She almost lost all control,

As her breath becomes calm she looks down to see a person's hand,

She kicks the lifeless hand with her foot and says,

Hello?, are yo okay Mr.?

Mr. does not answer,

She bends down to check for a pulse,

Only to bend down and see the floor written in blood was French lettering,

"la vengeance est meilleure servie froide"

Vengeance is best served cold...

Ryan screams and calls for help while staggering out of the bathroom stall...

She is now the number one witness on trial for a first degree murder.