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“How about now?” Aria looked at him for approval.
“Perfect.”
The camera flashed at high shutter speed as he took racy shots.
I would love to bang your brains out on that couch,Evan fantasized.
“Don’t move,” he said, walking into his bedroom. He stepped out holding a pillow in his hands… and a knife.
“Whoa… Are you gonna stab me or suffocate me?” She giggled, sitting up.
“Do I look like a psychopath to you?”
“If you were, you’d be a sexy one.”
Would you fuck me, too?He wanted to say but held his tongue.
Evan grinned, stabbing the pillow and dragging the blade down, ripping the cotton casing.
“What are you doing?”
“Watch.” He placed the knife on the table and reached into the pillow. “I’m gonna make it snow.”
Aria’s laughter echoed in his ears like a pleasant melody as he tossed a fistful of feathers over her head. He loved her voice. Maneuvering around her, Evan took snapshots from different angles.
“I love this song!” She stood up, dancing seductively. “It sounds like… toxic, angry sex.”
I’ll give you angry sex,thought Evan.Just wait.
“Papa Roach is an amazing band,” he said. “I love ‘Getting Away With Murder’ and ‘Between Angels and Insects.’”
“Epic tracks! Have you heard of Korn?”
“Jonathan Davis is a G,” said Evan, scrolling down his playlist to “Freak On A Leash.”
Sitting up on her knees, Aria danced and got lost in her own world while Evan crouched and took more pictures.
“How are you doing that?” he asked, mesmerized.
“What do you mean?”
“The way you roll your hips like a cobra queen… it’s insane!”
“I just let the music guide my movements.”
Jonathan Davis’s voice blasted from the speakers, screaming through the chorus of his dark rock anthem, as if he were a deity, awakening souls to the darkest aspects of self. Music was a powerful catalyst for shifting consciousness. Evan was aware of this; he used it to his advantage like a dark warlock. It seemed like synchronicity when Crazy Town’s “Butterfly” was next to play.
Leaving the sofa, Aria grabbed the tattered pillow and shook it, watching the feathers float around her. “God, I feel amazing!”—she spun around—“Are you sure that was weed we smoked?”
“I’m sure.” Evan laughed, watching her transform into a wild rose. His insidious plan was working: she seemed to surrender to the sinister influence of the music.
“You look like an angel that’s escaped her snow globe,” he said.
“Freedom!” Aria spun around with her arms in the air. She had lost herself in the heavy metal, tapping into dark feminine energy.
“You know, Evan… I think you’re the only one who really gets me.”
Hypnotized by her snakelike movements, he stalked her every move, taking pictures like the paparazzi.
