She went out only twice.
Had a taste of food, love and wine.
Felt cold wind with the bright sunshine.
Felt warm hugs under the dark nightsky.
Since then, she had barely seen sunlight.
She wants to go back to where she had been.
Wander along the dark corridor, leading to him.
Slips under the door, noiselessly towards the squeaking bed.
Without a rustle, she waits for lascivious murmurs to fade.
Creeping onto the ruffled covers, from between her toes then onto his feet.
"It tickles," she giggles into her pillow.
He smiles in his sleep, like a child who succeed in his mischievous deed.
Her ebony tentacles outreached, inhaling the scent of tobacco and perfumed fleece.
Gingerly glide onto his neck and wound herself around with ease.
She is filled with bliss, tighter her embrace goes---she will never release.
He reaches for the necklace that is squeezing the air out of his lungs.
Instead, he felt a mass of matted hair, but he never had time to make a sound.
Gone is his life, right beside his beloved wife.
She takes her leave, now that she has all that she needs.
A little girl with chocolate smeared around her lips.
Adorable she is, licking cookie crumbs off her fingertips.
Look into her eyes, and that sinister glint would tell you how evil she is.
Afterall, she was the one who beat the boy---in commiting a mischievous deed indeed.
A fictional piece by the wig who speaks.
