I wrote this little story nearly four years ago for BLOOD LITE II: OVERBITE, the Horror Writers Association anthology. I was very pleased with the quality of all the stories, which are bite-sized tales perfect for when you only have 10-15 minutes to read. I’ll admit, I had a LOT of fun writing something dark and different with a (relatively) unhappy ending. The assignment was essentially to write a “light” horror story. At the time, I was writing the first of my seven deadly sins book and had been reading a lot about demons and possession, so the idea came to me pretty easy. I don’t know how “light” it is, though, so be warned. And enjoy!
Her Lucky Day
Vi stared at the man lying naked on the floor and knew she’d screwed up big time. What was his name? Justin. Justin no-last-name because either he didn’t tell her or she forgot. When you screwed a different man for money every night, who the hell cared about their names?
Just pay me in cash, baby, and I’ll call you whatever you want.
But Justin wasn’t breathing and she feared he was dead, and nothing about dead was good. Especially when the dead body was sprawled on the plush white carpet of a five-star-hotel room in Century City under the name of Jaysen Enterprises, a company she did business with on a regular basis at a thousand a pop.
She’d only been having fun with the bastard. He wanted kink, she gave him kink. He didn’t care about her, he only came to satisfy his own cravings. So what if she wanted a little fun at his expense? He was a jerk, he’d bruised her flawless skin. No one put marks on her, thank you very much, she’d had enough of that shit from her bitch of a mother.
All she did was drop a little pill in his scotch and take some pictures for her retirement fund. Heidi Fleiss had nothing on Vi.