Damenstok

Assol is obsessed with Odin. She loved everything about him: his very ugly appearance, nasty red pimples, greasy brown hair, a high-pitched voice that sounded more like a woman than a man, bad habits like smoking and bad character traits such as excessive short temper and fatal gambling. She thought that even if he beat her, she would still love him; even if he denied her feelings, she would not stop watching him, his every action, step, sigh, and sooner or later she would win his heart. She loved him madly and believed that no one but her was capable of making him happy, that he belonged only to her and no one else. If she saw any girl next to him, she was terribly jealous of her beloved and wanted to eliminate a potential rival. But fortunately, she wasn't crazy enough to start killing them. Outwardly, twenty-seven-year-old Assol was very beautiful and sweet: wavy blonde hair shone gold in the light and was always braided into a very long thick braid, ruby eyes sparkled with vivacity, and she herself was a very slender and buxom girl. Everyone knew her as a gentle and decent lady, not capable of strange actions, words and thoughts, but possessing, it seemed, the magic of seduction and a special charm that attracted people to her. Among the opposite sex, Assol was successful and, if not for her obsession, she would have married a rich, handsome young man long ago and lived happily. But a merciless and playful fate brought her together three years ago with a simple and unremarkable Odin. They did not know each other, they had never even spoken to each other, but Assol had only one look at him to understand that she was obliged to achieve him, no matter what the cost. Soon after the first meeting, Assol, by a lucky chance, found out the address of his house, floor and apartment and was glad that they lived close to each other, which means she could follow him and his life without any problems. He worked alone as a senior patrolman in a small park between their houses and often quarreled with visitors and colleagues over trifles. And Assol, seeing his terrible evil face, fell in love with him more and more; her head was constantly spinning from love for him, a lump of excitement rose to her throat and the bitterness of falling in love was felt in her mouth, which was stronger than any alcohol. Once again watching Odin from the bench, she witnessed another confrontation between her lover and an equally hot-tempered colleague. "Listen here, you beast!" grabbing a colleague by the collar, Odin hissed. "If you dare to contradict me again, I'll..." "Shut up, you son of a bitch!" he replied, slapping the senior patrolman in the face and getting out of the tight grip. "I'm not going to listen to you, you bastard! Nobody likes you here, do you understand?! You're ruining everyone's life with your filthy mug, and you're constantly screeching at everyone for nothing except the bosses, whom you're constantly sucking up to! By God, if I had my way, I would have shot you like a garbage dog a long time ago!" "Shut your mouth, you bastard, or I will!.." "What? What are you? Will you hit me? Come on, try it! I'll put you on the asphalt with one left hand! If you beat me, the authorities will believe me, the victim!" "And you try it, scum! All you can do is throw threats around, and you're scared!" "Yes, I'm going to kill you tonight, do you hear?!" "Yeah, try!" Assol, covering her mouth with her hands, almost screamed with excitement. Here he is, her beloved, and also evil! Oh, how she adored him, the fierce and uncontrollable Odin! She was ready to kiss him endlessly, listen to his screams and threats and love, love tenderly, tenderly, she was ready to tirelessly pacify his anger and be his punching bag!.. She didn't realize at all that she was completely distraught from her terrible obsession with this completely ugly young man. And the final stage was that she decided to sneak into his house at night and steal some thing that smelled of his scent. Twelve o'clock struck. Putting on an all-black suit and taking a small bag with her, she easily sneaked into a sour, smelly entrance with vile green walls and flickering curved light bulbs. Suddenly, an old bubbling elevator opened its doors, from which the same young patrolman ran out, with whom Odin had quarreled, and, breathing feverishly, rushed past the girl. Assol ignored him and slipped into the elevator, pressing the button for the ninth floor. Getting up, she took out a lock pick and was about to start cracking the lock of the apartment alone, when she suddenly noticed that the door was ajar. Inside the small, meager apartment, she was greeted by the iron smell of blood and feet in a pool of blood that peeked out of the room. When she entered the room, she saw a white Odin sprawled on the floor with his glass eyes half open and his bloody mouth half open. There was a deep, long cut on his neck, from which blood continued to ooze in streams. This liquid life force, in addition to skin and clothes, colored the entire room and corridor in bright scarlet. "My love!" she exclaimed joyfully, falling to her knees and taking a cold hand in her warm, sweating palms. "My beloved Odin, I'm here! Are you glad to see me?" No one answered. "Of course you're glad! You are glad to see me, your madonna, your faithful and submissive lover! My name is Assol, I have been watching you for a long time and finally I can show myself, confess my eternal love to you! I love you, Odin!" No one answered. "Oh, well, why are you lying down, dear? Let me help you up!" with difficulty, she lifted the dead body, sat down on the floor and hugged him tightly. "And you're fast asleep, my love... Well, never mind, the morning of the evening is more complicated. What-what are you saying?" "Oh, do you like my hugs?" Thanks! I learned how to hug properly for you, just for you! It's really good for you, isn't it? They say that the person who knows how to hug well is good! And I am a very good person, Alone, very, very! No one answered. "Do you want to kiss me? Oh, don't embarrass me! It's the first time we've met! No, rather, you met me for the first time, because I've known you for a very long time! You know, every long evening I dreamed of hugging you and kissing you gently..." The distraught Assol was embarrassed, looked at the gray face and gently kissed the icy lips, after which, unable to restrain herself, she screamed with happiness. The butterflies were ready to burst out of her insides. "Oh, my God! We kissed, Alone! It was my first kiss! I am so excited and scared, but at the same time so good, so good!.. And you?" No one answered. "Yes, you really liked it too! Let's kiss again... and another... and another..." She continued to kiss his lips, then moved on to his forehead and cheeks, covering them with gentle kisses and leaving bright red lipstick on his skin. Running her thumb over the cut on his neck, she took a Band-Aid from her purse and taped it. "Here! Aren't you in pain anymore, darling? Does it hurt? Well, that's good! Who, if not me, will take care of you? Hee-hee..." She dragged the body to the middle of the room, lay down on it and pressed her ear to his chest, listening to the beating of his heart. Of course, she did not hear the knocking, except for the silence pressing on her ears, but her imagination took over so much that she involuntarily imagined his heart was still alive. "Your heart is beating so fast, Odin! Are you worried? Are you embarrassed? Yes, I'm embarrassed too, but my love is boundless and it's hard for me to control it!" she kissed his pimply chin. "You know, I've been watching you for three years now and I was afraid to tell you... And now we are lying together and loving each other... Isn't this a dream? It's a dream come true!" Blushing deeply, Assol ran her fingers over his shirt in the area of his stomach and "took small steps" down. "Odin, me... You know, it's wrong to engage in obscenities and passions on the first day of confession, but I can't stand it; I've been putting up with it for three years now... I've been dreaming about this for so long, and we don't have much time... Why not enough? Because I really want to sleep, but before going to bed I still want to feel something new... You don't mind, do you? No? Then it's good! I promise, I will try to please you!" Blushing and panting with excitement, Assol unbuttoned the fly of the corpse, pulled off the trousers with boxers and ran a hot palm over the sluggish cold flesh. Taking off her clothes and underwear, she pressed a dead palm to her chest and smiled affectionately. "Can you hear my heartbeat? And I can hear it... It's ringing in my ears. Do you like my breasts? Yes? I am very glad to hear that! It seems that my breasts grew only so that you could enjoy them... In my school years, I was very shy about my big breasts, but now I'm not shy, now I understand that for you, only for you, she grew, for you I kept my flower..." Sitting on his stomach, she began to kiss his cheeks, nose, chin and slowly descended to his neck, leaving invisible marks on it paths of kisses. "I love you, Odin... You're the only one I have, the only one! I don't have anyone else but you... My mother left me when I turned sixteen, and I began to live alone, my father died by accidentally falling from a window, I have no sisters or brothers... I have only you, Odin!" Assol lifted the dead flesh with her delicate fingers and entered it inside herself. The cold tickled her hot insides. "Ah! It hurts a little, but I'm willing to put up with it for you... Like that... Do you feel how pleasant it is for me? But I feel it! Do you like?.." After finishing a few minutes later, Assol moaned and buried her face in the chest of the deceased, gently hugging his neck. She lay in silence for a while until she looked at the white face with tears in her eyes. "Ha-ah... I'm going crazy... or rather, it's already gone... You're dead, aren't you?" No one answered. "Odin, Odin..." her brows drew down to the bridge of her nose, and her wide–open eyes were bloodshot. "Why did you die without waiting for me?! Was it difficult for you to resist death for me?! For the sake of someone who is ready to give her life for one minute spent with you?! Weakling, you weakling!" She bit sharply into the neck of the corpse and suddenly burst into insane laughter, taking a dagger out of her bag. "If you're dead... If you don't wake up... I promise, I will leave this world with you! Come on, wake up! Wake up, Alone! I don't want to die, and you don't want to die either!" She shook the body by the shoulders, but nothing happened. Clutching her head, she shook and sobbed bitterly. "I'm dead!.." The next morning, the police found two naked corpses embracing.