Murder Most Posh - Chapter 2. Written by @KrissieB

Ethan was charming, aloof. He wasn’t the type to fawn. He had depth to him but he didn’t give much away. That first night I enjoyed him ripping my clothes off before he peeled off his own. I ran my tongue along his neck, his shoulders, I kissed his chest hungrily. The smell of his skin had me in rapture and the taste of his tongue against mine was sweet and smoky, like a deliciously cured meat.

Who am I who am I who am I

Clarissa Clarissa Clarissa

The Winged Hog. That’s where I first met him. Correction, that’s where he first met me.

What was I doing there? He was too slack-jawed an overawed to question it.

The likes of me don’t drink alone in pubs like that. Don’t get me wrong, it had its charm, in fact, I felt fantastically at home perched on my bar stool and making eyes at him over my whisky mac. If I were to be found alone drinking, it wouldn’t be here - but needs must when in pursuit.

I let the ice cubes fall into my mouth and sucked on them one by one, my lips remaining expertly dry.

‘You’re no good’ by the Swinging Blue Jeans was playing as I slipped from my bar stool and walked right up to him. My nipples were hard from sucking on ice and I wasn’t wearing a bra under my t-shirt. My demeanour was serene enough and my face bare enough that the nipples played off as a mere accident. Maybe I’d even have blushed had I known.

‘Do any of you have a cigarette? - I’m in dire need.’ I said, looking directly into his eyes. 

The other men were blurred to me. It was Ethan who I wanted.

He had a presence, he owned the space around him and the attention of his friends. Not by jeering and leering, he wasn’t loud or brash. He had a calm confidence about him, and when he spoke they listened, knowing his story would be worthwhile. He was a mystery to them, and to me.

When a wolf hunts they test their prey, sensing any weakness or vulnerability through visual cues, hearing and scent. They have stamina, they will happily pursue their prey over long distances and can assess their prey as they hunt.

Of course, wolves hunt more successfully in packs, but they will do it alone if they have to.