Black Heart Machine stood facing him, watching. She wanted to break him, his aura, it drew her in like perfume and she wanted to tear through it. Like ripping through cellophane. She wanted to reach out and slice it and watch it fall away. As he pushed in, she raised her nose, higher and higher until the top of her forehead was parallel to the ground, her long forelock draped the side of her face like a black curtain. He said his name and she almost hated him for answering her question so simply. Being near him was like staring down the barrel of a loaded shotgun and being suicidal. God, pull the trigger. Enough with the foreplay.
Machine was nearly losing her cool and she had no idea why. What the hell was he doing to her and why was she so goddamn interested? There was a lump in her throat waiting for the moment she was to speak, but she could not yet. He continued to tease her with his words and all she could do was listen. There was something in his voice even that was just not right. And then he asked her name. She swallowed. A switch flipped.
"Black Heart Machine."
She said every word slowly and deliberately, wrapping her lips around her name, pronouncing every part of it slowly and perfectly. She lowered her nose now and stepped forward, penetrating his space, crowding him. And then she circled him like a raven, never taking her dark eyes off of him. Every now and then, she would extend her long and vulnerable neck and graze her velvet nose against different parts of his body ever so lightly. She was learning him, looking for any crack or crevice he had, and waiting to see if she could pry it open. She spoke, her voice dangerous and sultry as she circled.
"So Slenderman. Akhal-Teke. Why have you come upon me here hm? Where do you come from? What is your purpose?"
She didn't even care if he answered her questions. As far as Machine was concerned they were a distraction from what she was really doing. She was going to use him. And use him hard.
BLACK HEART MACHINE
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