The girl in Red

She was the most beautiful girl in the crowd. I had a knack for spotting them. The loveliest of them all. Don't you all regular ugly people feel a little jealous when you see such exceptionally pretty beings just casually walking by. Well I certainly do.

It was just another weekend and I was getting dressed to go out to the bar. My favourite pub was Desire. But I kept switching bars. I didn't go to the same place at least for a month. The reason for Desire being my favourite was its location. Set in one of the most posh localities of the city, it was always overflowing with rich and beautiful people. I have always believed that rich and successful people are usually the loneliest and in a way the most vulnerable. You just have to find the most vulnerable of them all. Oh and did I tell you that I had a knack for finding the most vulnerable one way too easily. Probably I forgot to mention that. Anyway it's a gift. Sometimes I feel that I could have been a psychiatrist. But I got into sales. Now sales is a very aggressive and competitive field. You hardly get time for yourself or for any other recreational activity. So I make it a point, not to work on the weekend. It's not like I hate my job or anything. But on the weekend I just want to relax. Anyway, so I got dressed and wore my most elegant looking tuxedo and put on some cologne that a friend had got me from Europe. Did I tell you that I am bit of a charmer. I probably must have missed to mention that.

Since I was a regular at the bar, everybody knew me well. From the waiters to the bartenders, everyone loved me. Now I don't know if it was my charming personality or the generous tips that made me their favorite. But I didn't care much and never really gave it much thought. I sat at the bar and signalled the bartender to get me my regular drink, a vodka martini minus the olives. I hate olives. Then I started scanning for the most beautiful vulnerable stranger who would be my muse for tonight. I smiled as I looked around as it felt good to be surrounded by such beautiful looking people. Did I tell you that I am a straight guy and I like women. I probably must have missed to mention that. I hate faggots. It boils my blood to see gay couples walking hand in hand like regular couples. I really hate it.

Everyone was busy discussing politics, sports, movies and all the other crap in the world that I had no interest in. It was good because it gave me an opportunity to look around in a carefree way for the special one. And there she was.

Sitting alone in a corner. Wearing a red dress. She was the most gorgeous girl that I had laid my eyes on that night. Her mascara was a bit out of line for she was constantly trying to wipe her tears with a tissue she clutched tightly in her left hand. I observed her for sometime and deduced that either she was dumped or stood up by someone. I saw an opportunity and I had to act fast before some other low life made an attempt to make small talk with her.

I went up to her with a glass of vodka plus orange juice in one hand. Now, I wouldn’t get into the details of how to woo a girl or what all tricks do I have up my sleeve to impress a girl. Let's leave out that part for some other time. I shared a couple of drinks with her and to my liking, during our brief conversation, I came to know that she was alone in her apartment tonight as her roommate was out of town. We headed out of the bar separately and I told her to meet me outside while I call a cab for us. Like a true gentleman, I offered to drop her home. She seemed a little reluctant at first but a little persuasion put her mind in the right place. When we reached her building, she asked me to come upstairs for a cup of coffee. Now I wouldn't lie but there have been times when I haven't been so lucky and have not been invited for coffee or a glass of water. But today was my day. I could feel it.



As we reached her two bedroom apartment, she straightaway went inside the kitchen for getting me some coffee in which I had no interest in. I hate coffee. She seemed a little nervous as expected. She didn't look like somebody who was used to bringing home random strangers for the night. With trembling hands she brought two cups of coffee and didn't make eye contact with me. Her nervousness turned me on and I grabbed her by the waist. I kissed her on the lips and she quickly slipped out of her red dress. Today was definitely my lucky day.

We made love in her room with pretty dim light. It was dark but my eyes got accustomed to the low light quickly. I could feel her soft skin and her warm breath. Making love to her was like a dream come true for me as she was undoubtedly the most gorgeous girl I had ever been with. I lay in the bed for sometime smoking a cigarette as she went to the washroom quietly. She wasn’t much of a talker like other girls. While I was elated with tonight's accomplishment and was planning my exit strategy, I heard a sound coming from the adjoining room. It was like someone was knocking on the door but very lightly. I got up from the bed and walked out to check the source of the sound. The light knocking continued from the next room. I got a little scared to be honest and the girl was still in the washroom. I couldn't call her out as I didn't even remember her name. Mustering all the courage I had, I kicked opened the door of the room. What I saw froze my limbs and I couldn't just move. There was a guy in his boxers tied up, lying on the floor. He had tears in his eyes and looked really scared. It was a dreadful sight and I couldn’t comprehend as to what was going on here. As I quickly moved forward to untie him someone knocked me unconscious from behind.

It has been three days since I have been stuck in this strange girl's room with this other guy. She has tied my hands and feet and taped my mouth. She doesn't talk to us but gives us food to eat. Sometimes she just sits in the room and watches us constantly. She has these really scary eyes and a wicked smile. I have tried talking to her but she doesn’t say a word. The other guy has stopped eating since yesterday and I don’t think he’ll last very long. Hell, I don't know for how long I would survive here but trust me I am trying.

Oh and did I tell you that I am scared. I probably must have missed to tell you that. I am scared shitless.