Randolph

You are obsessed with older men. That is your secret.

This obsession is so creepy it makes you wonder why. What is it about older men that makes you weak in the knees? You wish you had known the answer; you would have been comfortable within yourself. Yet, there's this special man that riles you in your sleep, makes you moan when you arouse yourself. You see him in the face of others but you both have only talked for a brief moment. His name jumps out of your mouth each time, another man is inside you. 

"Who is Randolph?" he asks. 

You don't tell him. You look him dead in the eye, speechless. You can't explain the gravity of what you have done. He looks at you with disgust, it is a slap on his face when Randolph's name came out of your mouth, while he was eating from inside you. He calls you a slut. You are indeed a slut for craving the impossible, wanting a man who's  probably older than your dead father. You thought there's a possibility that he heard you, because he lives just blocks away from you. 

The first time you saw him at the super market, he was buying the little he could get his hands on. It was the first time you recognized him, you remember him from the night at the club, but turning back time a little, just after your time at the club, you remember your bodies grinding together, as you both inhale the alcohol under your breath. You didn't forget how many times he whipped you, How many times he made you wet without reaching a climax, until you finally came. 

Replacing his sadism for pleasure, made you enjoy every bit of it. The pain you felt that night lived with you longest. That's why you are always outside his house behind the apple tree watching him. Even when he gives the slightest cough, you are there to witness it.

Randolph is the kind of man  parents warn their young daughters to stay away from. Yet, even mothers are known to be drawn to him the most. He mostly parades himself as Santa to the kids around the street, when he steps out to get something at the local store. And oh, how they love him! It makes you a bit jealous when you see them together. You hate that he gives his attention to children. But they are just children. You don't care. You didn't listen to your guts when it hought of ending this madness, because you throbbed at the mere sight of him and you'd give everything to writhe under him again. It's just unfair that you can't have him to yourself.  This man just arouses an erotic darkness in you, it's almost surreal. 

 You follow him from a distance, he seems to be a little busy today but you wait a little as he comes out of the entrance of his house, wearing a white V-neck and black trousers. His grey hair is neatly combed into a moderate afro. You stay hidden beside a plant just by the lawn, at the side of his house. 

He isn't going out. You try to see through the window as the place remains a bit dark, when you heard an innocent cry. No, cries. He switches on the light to see all the emotions on the child's face as she cries and pleads. You are confused but you continue watching, waiting for things to unfold. He coos the young child  into a brief silence, kissing her on her lips subtly. You are supposed to cringe or at least do something because it's disgusting but it doesn't feel that way. You find it hot and sexy that you pin your thighs together to stop it from throbbing. 

"Don't worry Niña, you will be fine," you hear him say as he pats the child's head. "You can't make Santa angry now, you really don't want to do that. Are you going to be a good girl?" 

She nods ferociously. 

You thin your lips, so you don't make a sound from the horror you are comfortably watching. He takes the knife that laid on the table close to her and slashes through her neck. You are in shock because of what you just saw. 

All you can see right now is blood.

 You move away. 

"This is wrong." you stutter as your body runs cold.

 

You are now a witness to a hideous crime. This is an obsession gone wrong and you decide to flee because you don't want any of this. You walk as fast as your legs could carry you. You begin to shiver as you run out of his property but you jump to halt. Suddenly, he is standing in front of you, with a devilish smile that makes you want to kiss him, still. You could feel your heart in your mouth, nothing to say as you remain frightened. You are thinking of the next possible route out of this, but how futile can it be. 

"Hello Arya. Trespassing is a crime but I've been wanting to see you again after that night. Come, I'm afraid you have to be punished." he says, holding his hands out to you. 

The only thing you remember is your legs not being able to move, until darkness beclouded you.

@Izogié

Author's bio:

My name is Izogié, I am a creative writer, essayist, blogger, designer and an artistic storyteller. I am a sojourner that bears the weight of an old soul, with lots of stories floating in my veins. Tales that hate the rules but paves a path of it's own.

I believe solely in spiritual growth, the surrealism of stories and nature. I have a blog where I share the transcripts of my mind.