Michelle: A Study In Dark Perfection I'm a 23 year old business account manager from Toronto. I'm strong willed, determined and very self confident. I take bullshit from no one, and I don't let anyone's insecurities or insults stop me from being proud of who I am. I've molded myself into a successful, intelligent woman, and I'm happy about it. If that makes me egotistical so be it. Nothing wrong with self-loving. I've been involved in the gothic subculture on and off most of my life. I was raised in the scene, listening to bands like Skinny Puppy, Nina Hagen, Art of Noise, Bauhaus and The Cure as early as 7 years old. As I got older, I lost interest in the "darker side of life", but got back into it as I hit my late teens. I've always found that I could relate to the people, and the music as I find it to be intelligent and thought provoking. My website is a big part of my life. It's my outlet for creativity and expression. I work on it quite regularily and hope one day to have it used an example of hard work to others. Another big part of my life is body modification. I currently have several body piercings, and 4 tattoos. I don't see them as a trend or a fad. To me, they're a symbol of art and bonding. No pain no gain.

If it wasn't for the slight tangle of hair against her forehead, she would have been flawless. I could still see the light red scrapes on her wrists from the handcuffs. My mind was still in a blur as I thought about the night that had passed. It was my first time being with a woman and I definitely felt different. I had always lived my life as a straight woman but never ignored the feeling I got when I saw a beautiful female; and Zoi had ignited that feeling immensly. Acting upon it was something I had never expected of myself. I carefully lifted myself from the bed, so not to disturb her as I went to the washroom to take a bath. Standing in front of the full length mirror across from the sink, I stared at myself. To me it was a new self, but to anyone else, I was the same. My nipples were sore from the clamps, and the holes around the rings were stretched. I hoped they would heal soon. I picked up the brush and began to smooth down my black hair, which was quite messy and hurt to touch. Work was going to be hell tomorrow.

Images of Michelle and Short Fiction Work "Zoi" As I sat in the tub and began to run the water, my body ached and I realized how rough the past two hours had been. It was mostly a blur, but would all come back to me in time. Zoi had enjoyed most of it I presume. If it was not for her clenching me and begging for more, I would have been more gentle. I was never one to practice sadism or masochism, but perhaps the alcohol had released my inhibitions. Nevertheless, I was content and closed my eyes as I let the steamy water hit my feet. My mind replayed the events of the evening.

When I had met her standing at the back of The Omen nightclub like a beautiful latex angel, I would not have expected this. She had smiled at me and offered me a drink. I gladly accepted and shyly looked away. Such a breathtaking woman. It was obvious from the beginning what she had behind those devilish green eyes. I couldn't deny myself the chance to be alone with her, and maybe it's best that I didn't.

When we arrived at my loft, I could feel my legs shake with nervousness as I took off my shoes. I could not hide it as felt her teeth biting into my thigh. I dropped to my knees and stared at her face nuzzling against my skirt. It was the clearest part of the evening. The rest was all a tangle of evil passion and painful orgasms. The fear had been intense for most of it, and I had felt helpless when she tied my hands to the bed and covered my torso in wax. It was amazing how such an experience could bring out a painful past yet bring one to the highest of ecstasies at the same time. I was very tired and began to drift into a calm sleep. I realized I could still taste her blood in my mouth. I would have to make myself a cup of herbal tea.

I could see her and feel her, as though she was inside me as I slept. Her body, arched and wet, straps of latex and metal wrapped around her breasts and neck. She had asked to be handcuffed, and I had done so. I made sure I had the key beside the night table, I would not want to have the misfortune of her panicking if it was dropped in the folds of the satin covers and lost.

I awoke, cold and hypnotised. I must have been in the tub for quite some time. Shivering, I stepped out of the tub, dried myself off and walked across the bedroom to the window. It would be light soon, and there was plenty to do before work. I glanced at her still body again. She really was beautiful, sickeningly beautiful. I walked to the wardrobe and selected an outfit. Something darker today, it fit the mood. It was an outfit Zoi would like.

After dressing, I sat on the bed and ran my fingers down her cold leg; it was getting chilly in the room. Her pale skin seemed to be changing color already. She had been in that position so long, one arm draped over her chest and her legs slightly parted. The handcuffs that I had removed just recently lay beside her, one seemed to be caught in her hair. I turned her over slightly letting the blanket beneath her loose, and wrapping it around her. Lifting her up and placing her arms around my neck, I cradled her against my body, revealing a sharp clean slice across her neck. The blood had not gotten on the bed, which I was thankful for and the razor was carefully broken and flushed down the toilet. Kissing her forehead, I stared into her sexy green eyes again, but they looked different. Everything about her was different now. I smiled and closed my eyes. It wasn't my fault. I hadn't killed her intentionally, she had asked for it. She wanted it, I was sure of it. That was fine, because she was mine and I could love her.

Stoking my hands through her thick red hair I wondered; will she look this beautiful tommorrow?

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