She mixes her words, she dances to the tune playing in the back. She tries to rise the flames of this man that entered her room. Didn’t say a word, didn’t say a whisper, he put his bills on the table, that told her enough.
Her name is Stella. Stella the one that plays with the hearts of all the men that enter her sight. Fools trapped in a cage, unable to contain what they’ll do. She is the reason for you to live, the moment you enter her.
But not this one, not this man that sits at the edge of her bed. She flaunts her skin, tempting him to fall like the others. “Kiss me, lover, kiss me like you want to.” She slithers closer to this gritty man. “ Do to me what you want, do to me however you want.”
Tempting him harder, opening her legs as she lays in the bed, trying, praying, this man will be like the rest and enter her. This is what Stella was for, this was what she saw in herself, this is what she knew she was best at.
The man doesn’t stare, the man doesn’t touch, he doesn’t play, he doesn’t grab on to the stiff rock that should be growing in his pants.
She brings herself to her knees, crawls to this man that refuse to taste the apple hanging from the tree.
Her lips comes close, but the man grabs her face. “ No, I do not need to taste your lips.” He pushes her back onto the bed, confusion dawns upon this woman, lost, was this still the dance to her means, or was this a new dance altogether. “A man, he comes here, black beard, dark eyes, dares to call himself the devil.”
She knows the devil, remembers him well. Cuts on her thighs are his alone. “ Why him, why do you want to speak of such evil.”
“ I want to see the devil.” The man flashes his grin, one to please, plastered on like a mask. Stella knows this, knows the look in his eyes, this man is not a man, he is damaged beyond repair. This is why he dares call out the devil.
“ What possess a man to call out such beast?” She stammers to her feet, knows this man in her room brings a storm, one that will flood the streets red.
“ The devil needs to pay his due.”