1 Little Eve - Our Sweet Temptress

Little Eve

Prim and proper

Meaty and sweet

Our sweet temptress

Little Eve

Our forbidden fruit

Walk barefoot

And tempt our Adam

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"This is dangerous, are you aware Little Eve?" The devil had a mischievous grin as his forked, crimson tail wrapped itself around the silver knob. "Go on now." He tilted his head to the side, utterly amused at her perfect portrayal of hesitation. But he knew--- Oh, how he knew that she had prepared long for her venture. He knew how she was more than tempted. And when one was more than tempted, they had the means to do it.

"Fine..." Her fine lips muttered as his figure gave a jolt before fading away. Her body automatically yearned for his presence once again. The devil had always succeeded in hammering his cruel, evil, and more than sinful thoughts into her tiny head. He had always been there as she purposely broke an antique vase and played innocent. He had been there when she decided to weave ropes from her silk bed sheets, and almost twisted her ankle in the process of escape. And he was supposed to be here with her as she opened the door to her brother's office... Which was, literally a one-way ticket to hell.

"Don't you dare, curious Alice!" Juliet, bittersweet Juliet from Shakespeare whom sacrificed herself to the devil for that forbidden fruit shook her head vigorously. "Learn from me, yes learn from me. Death is blissful all the while cruel."

"Death doesn't await me behind this door, Juliet. And did you not die for just a taste of his lips again? Just another taste of his breath fanning behind your ear? " the young girl was vicious with choosing her words, at the sametime gentle enough for it be taken as a tease. Ignoring the warning, she twisted the knob. "Let there be a goblet, I will not drink from it... Unlike your Romeo did." It shut the phantom up with a glare. Juliet pursed her lips, her heart thundering in her chest as if she was holding the dagger once again.

"Poison tasted sweet, dear Alice... Just like our story, at the very least, no good will await you there." Her figure dissipated just like the way the devil did... And Alice was again, alone. This time, she felt not a twinge of yearning for the woman's company.

Alice pushed open the mahogany doors to be greeted with the strong scent of coffee, and cigarette. The room had a vintage, and Victorian feel, at least half of it did. Her left had a beautiful desk intricated with careful designs. Numerous binders gathered--- settled on the wide while the rest hung up in shelves. At her right was where the Victorian feel ended. Unlike the carpet that lied beneath the desk, the right had a black platform, two sofas, a crackling electric fireplace and... A headgear on the coffee table. It looked simple enough, but a vague feeling of... Mystery settled around her nape. The mystery she felt when she read about science fiction and fantasy

"How about it, Eve?" The devil snickered, appearing from behind her brother's desk. He hardly startled her, but nevertheless, her body gave a jolt at his appearance. He looked like the aristocrats gathered towards the ground floor in some ball she was not allowed to attend to. The ball her brother so carefully crafted he had closed his eyes, let down the guards around her. The devil had that smug, and royal feel while emitting a wise aura with his... Mustache?

"Where did you find that?" She pointed her finger to something around his face.

"Not found dear. It is grown." He grinned, "Now, why don't you check that contraption out? Suspicious, isn't it?"

"What if I'm found though." She had a grim face on as she settled herself on one of the two sofas around the so-called 'contraption'. She wasn't technically afraid of being found out. No, fear was coiled around her too tightly for her to recognize it as fear. It become her second-skin. From her reckless endeavors with the devil, she learnt when to trust his words, his ideas, and when not to.

"You don't really care do you, Eve? You do remember how Eve tasted the forbidden fruit... And she urged Adam to taste it..." He hummed, his lithe fingers drumming around the desk. "Time is something you should fear rather than when he will come get you.

The devil was right. Even though he was spawned from the darkest part of her being, she always saw him as an individual. You can ignore those faceless voices, but when an individual urged you to listen to their voices, you can hardly resist. And she learned another valuable lesson; time was worse than her brother. The moment it caught with her, her brother will only be seconds away. He would never leave her alone then. He would tightly wrap her, force her to bars... And she could only yearn.

She unconsciously scratched at her throat. She vividly remembered the time she first tasted wine. It was slightly bitter. But as soon as she pushed past it, the aftertaste was sweet. She remembered being caught, her throat burning for another taste as her eyes latched on a pair of blue. It would be the samw situation now. What was the difference anyway? Get a taste, and regret later. She'd get caught in the end even if she tried her best not to. "Alright..." She whispered, excited rather than nervous.

The devil's facial hair disappeared in a poof, replacing it was his sly grin. She followed his careful instructions. The contraption gave an eerie glow around the piece that would settled on her eyes, the part which would undeniably obscure her view of her whole surroundings because of its material. She felt alive seeing it. Without a single care of being found, she settled the headgear around her head, carefully adjusting it.

"What do you think you're doing?" A velvety voice broke out coldly in her bliss. "You'll get caught--"

"Shut up." Came the devil as Alice could only imagine what he had done to Juliet. Sweet, pesky Juliet. But it seemed Juliet wouldn't be her downfall that night, it would be the soft prickle in her skin.

"Oww!" She hissed, pulling the gear down to see a figure holding a... A needle. Needles... Her blood ran cold, her whole body told her to run. But, her legs wouldn't move. Her knees buckled the moment she decided to try running. Her panic ultimately would lead her to demise. Needles... Oh needles.

"S-Stop!" She stuttered, pulling herself backward like a crab. The person was taller, but she couldn't see his face. Only his eyes. Before she could demand his intentions she felt a headache, and her eyes felt as if they were bleeding. The gear by her side fizzled and popped until it melts to a black goo that dug a hold by her side.

"Alice!" She heard it... Him, Jackson, and never have she been so happy to see him.

"Jack!" She tried standing up, stupidly forgetting that she was practically crawling because she couldn't. The aftermath? The moment she tried standing, she ended up slipping by the couch, almost falling headfirst to the hole.

"Go on then." The masked man knelt before her, his fingers firmly gripping her hair to his face. She expected Jack to be there, but with a flick of his fingers, the door had closed. The desk moved by itself and settled in front of the door.

She paled and gave a pitiful whimper when he sharply pulled so her head lied on the sofa, his figure above her cornered body. "I don't get what's so special..." He whispered, his breath on her exposed neck. "Why you're trapped in this forsaken mansion... Why you're forbidden to anything techno..." He gave a soft chuckle when she gave suddenly took sharp intakes of breath as if she had been running for a long time. She felt lightheaded, weak, and dying. He was simply breathing on her throat but she felt as if he was choking her.

"Jump into the hole, Alice..." He stood up, adjusting the cuffs of his black suit. "You'll die if you stay... But I guarantee you'll live just fine if you jump." His startling green eyes were glinting playfully... And devilishly. He was the fucking devil.

She had no choice either way. She either was going to die there or into the hole, and who knows, she might be the first person to rich bedrock with how dangerous the liquid was... But, digging that far would probably take a few more years... And she'd be with the goo, digging.

She took a deep breath, but she realized it was a mistake as it felt like fire to her lungs. "F-Fuck.... You..." She whimpered at how it strained to even say a few words. Vulgar at that.

"Tick tock." She could imagine him smiling behind his mask as she saw the door bursting. But it would be too late. She somehow stumbled to the hole, the last image her eyes would see was him standing there, to the spot she once was.