Beep! Beep! Beep!
Amara hand slammed down on the alarm clock. She gripped it hard and threw across the room. Right after the thing banged against the wall more banging came from the other side of the wall. She groaned. She was going to have to get use d to neighbors that were up close and personal.
She turned her head and slowly opened her eyes. All she could see was her own copper curls. She flipped it back with a pale hand. She sat up and looked across the room. She had a large dresser with an equally large mirror perched on the top. Her pale figure looked even paler compared to the black sheets and comforter that covered her bed, not to mention the black camisole and matching black boy cut panties. Her large chest didn't quite fit into the top, a small bit of pink showing at the very top. She couldn't help but smile at herself as she pulled it up.
She slowly climbed out of the bed and walked over to the wide dresser and randomly picked out the clothes for the day. Amara tossed them onto the bed and stripped off her sleeping attire. She glanced at the mirror again. Her stomach was flat, her breasts high and round, her cunt completely clean of hair, and her legs were long and lean. She didn't exactly work for the body, it was from work. She hardly ever had the time to eat because the parlor needed her most of the time. The tattoo shop, Your Mother's Worst Nightmare, was just getting off its feet and Tink needed her. She turned to look at the art on her back. Tink did a wonderful job. It was a great blue and green dragon that covered most of her back, its green eyes piercing as it seemed to fly up, the tail right above her crack.
The top and bottoms she picked out was a black Lacuna Coil t-shirt (that of which had several cuts showing her cleavage and stomach) and a short black skirt. Under these she wore a black lacey bra and matching thong. She also decided to slip on a pair of black and white striped tights. Amara sat down and slipped on her black knee high combat boots. She painted her full lips black and drew a thick line of black around her glowing green eyes. She pressed a stud through the hole in her tongue so now a neon blue ball sat on her tongue. Her look was complete. She ran her fingers through her long red hair as she walked out the door.
The day progressed as usual. People of all different styles, ethnicities, backgrounds and tattoo ideas came through. It was Saturday after all. She sat calmly behind the counter, every once in a while she would pull out some of the body jewelry they had, but other than that, it was dull. Tink was her best friend from high school. They were the only goths in that hellhole so they clung to each other. Tink was always the best in art and was obsessed with all things tattoo, so it would make sense that she would have her own shop. Her real name was Elisabeth, but she got the name Tink for petit size and bounciness.
Finally the end of the day. Tink had a date as usual, so Amara was cursed to walk home again. It was nearly midnight and the sky was dark. A new moon. The darkness didn't bother the redhead. She loved the dark and the night. The footsteps behind her bothered her. She would look back and see nothing. As soon as she turned back, they would seem to sound closer.
She heard someone take in a deep breath. She turned and staring at her was a pair of purple eyes with streaks of silver. She opened her mouth to tell the creep to fuck off but nothing came out. She felt a pull, as if by strings at each of her joints and one in the center of her chest. All went black.
A metallic sent filled her nose. She opened her eyes. Her hands and feet were tingling. She was lying in a sea of red satin. Her hands and feet were tied to the bed with leather straps. She suddenly became aware of a breeze. She was naked. Where the fuck are my clothes!! She wanted to scream but found she didn't have the energy for it. She suddenly saw a man stranding at the foot of the large bed.
He smiled at her. His lips were full with a ring through the piercing in the middle of the bottom one. His smile gave her chills. His canines were much too sharp and long. He was shirtless. His arms were muscular and well defined, as was his chest and stomach. He walked around to the side of the bed. He was wearing a pair of loose fitting black jeans and a belt with a silver skull. Right below that belt was a visible bulge.
"What the fuck?" finally the words came out. She started to tug at her restraints
