Upon first glance she was stunning and beautiful with a hint of dangerous, like the vehicle she posed next to. Her appearance rivaled the car: sleek and pristine, painted and manicured, spotless and white; doors reaching to the sky like wings.
The girl and the car? This must be heaven.
He sank into the leather seat, the engine rumbling softly beneath his feet. He sat there mesmerized, gripping the wheel, breathing deeply. It felt good. He felt alive. Strong and powerful. In control.
"She's all yours," she whispered in his ear.
He was crushed in his seat as the car leapt forward, accelerating from zero to gone in an instant. She whispered in his ear again, caressing his arms, kissing his cheek. Her tongue was smooth and precise, her lips the color of blood, the diamonds around her neck as sharp as daggers.
He didn't notice that she was slowly growing and filling the car; surrounding him, holding him, squeezing him. With his eyes glued to the road, he could no longer discern the roar of the engine from the screeching of the tires from the hypnotic drone of her voice in his ear.
The road soon became a blur, streetlights like ribbons of fire swirling above the street. Part of him wanted to let go of the wheel; part of him wanted to stop. Before he had gripped the wheel; now it seemed the wheel gripped him back.
The noise continued to grow and his vision was fading. His eyelids felt heavy and he was loosing feeling in his hands and feet. He could no longer tell where the car stopped and where she began. The last thing he felt was a crippling pain in his neck.
She sighed as she walked away from the smoldering heap of twisted metal. It was fun while it lasted. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. The blood that ran from his broken body was the same that dripped down her lips.
"I see diamond-flooded demons, Lamborghini angels..."
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