Unlucky Valentine

  Jamie sat alone at a table for two. Her date was late. He was very late. She was coming to the realization that she had been stood up. Not only did her date not show, but he didn’t show on Valentine’s Day. She felt the tears were coming. She tried to stop them and wiped away the ones that came. 

She looked at the scene. Lovebirds surrounded her and she felt so out of place. She wished she had a valentine to share dinner with. Instead she sat at a table with two place settings, but only one person. She sunk down in her chair and pulled her phone out of her purse to check another time, if he had called. He hadn’t. 

She looked down at herself. She had definitely dressed in the spirit of the holiday, but given her predicament, she now looked kind of silly. She wore a red strapless dress that fell to the middle of her thighs and opaque red tights. She wore white high heels, which wore higher than anything she had walked in before. Her red hair hung loosely down onto her shoulders. 

She swallowed hard and she wanted to get out of that restaurant so she could go home and bawl. She was 21 years old and she’d yet to reach so much as a second date with a guy. She was pretty. She had decent personality traits. She was just horribly unlucky. She got up and put on her black leather coat. She was trying her best not to start full on crying inside, but the dam was beginning to break. She reached into her purse and put a few dollars on the table for the waiter. The tears fell freely down her face as she quickly walked out of the restaurant in her towering heels. 

The cold air stung her face. She had to call it an early night and she hated it. She really thought that this would be the night her unlucky streak would end.

Michael had been scouting around several restaurants that night. His sadistic side loved the thought of ruining someone’s Valentines Day. He also thought his snake deserved a valentine. He was looking for an opportunity. This would be his first time trying to abduct someone, but he felt confident that his planning and preparation would make things work. 

It was really more than he could’ve hoped for when he spotted a redhead holding back tears through a restaurant's window. He had stopped to scout it out; he thought it would be a good place to check, because it’s a low foot-traffic area. The restaurant was really the only business that would be open on that stretch of road and he figured it was about as safe of a bet as one could have in making a public abduction. 

He hid and sure enough the crying woman came walking by. He quickly followed her. She kept stumbling. 

“Damn heels,” she said angrily.

She neared where Michael’s car was parked and he quickly closed the distance between them. He had pulled a white cloth from his jacket. He grabbed her and put the cloth to her face. She fought, but he was bigger and stronger and the fumes were quickly weakening Jamie. She fought to stay awake and her bad luck in dating became a distant memory. She was blinking more and more and moaning in protest through the cloth, but soon her eyes rolled up and she lost consciousness. 

He let her fall to the ground. He got down at her feet and removed her left shoe and set in on the sidewalk. He held up her now bare foot and examined it. She had lovely feet and he could see that she had red toenail polish beneath her opaque tights. He avoided staying too transfixed and let go of her leg and it fell back to the cement. He simply rolled her limp body over to his car. He opened the back door and threw her in there on her stomach. 

Out of another of his pockets he produced a pair of tights from the many in his stash. He used them to bind Jamie’s wrists behind her back. Then he shoved her further in until he made her fit. He got into his car and headed back to his house. 

Michael admired Jamie’s young legs in red tights with his eyes and hands as she lay unconscious near the entrance of his basement. At the first sign of her stirring, his hand slid down to her right shoe. He plopped it off and picked the young woman up. Her eyes opened and she blinked several times as he carried her down the stairs. She was fully awake by the time he had her at the foot of the stairs. 

“What the fuck?” she screamed as she started thrashing. 

She was definitely a lively fighter. Michael had a hard time with her. She writhed and screamed as she was dropped to the floor. The snake’s attention had been drawn. He backed away; she fought her bindings and the snake closed in. She was fighting so hard. Her skirt rode up. 

“What the hell, you bastard?” she yelled while staring at the approaching serpent, “Don’t fucking feed me to a fucking snake, asshole!”

He ignored her screams. The snake was mere inches from Jamie and she tried desperately to get away. She moved as the snake lunged at her. The snake tried again and she managed to wiggle away. She kept fighting and managed to get her right wrist out of it’s nylon binding. She had hope, but it was only momentary. Her arm flailed free and almost instantly was grabbed by the massive snake. 

“Oh fuck!” she screamed as the beast’s fangs pierced her arm. 

The snake held her arm tightly within its jaws; blood ran from her wounds. She could do nothing with the heavy serpent hanging on her arm. She moaned in pain and screamed for help as things went idle for a bit. The snake positioned itself jostling her as it moved. 

“Get it the fuck off me!” she screamed. 

The snake started to wrap itself around her abdomen. It looked awkward, but the snake was managing quite well. In a short time it had two coils around her upper body and they were tightening while a third was forming around her waist. Jamie was frantic, but she didn’t have many options to fight. One arm was coiled to her side and the snake’s jaws held the other. Her legs were trembling in their red tights as she somehow managed to stay upright even with the tremendous weight of the snake. 

Her loud screams had turned to hoarse cries as the snake pulled its coils even tighter. She still could take short and shallow breaths, but she could feel the tightening with every exhale. At this point, she broke down and cried for the second time that night. The unlucky girl lost the ability to breathe with further tightening around her abdomen. 

It seemed odd to Michael that she wasn’t fighting at all, but she simply had no way to fight. Her face turned red and she made gurgling noises, but little else. Moments later, her face was a purple color; her eyes were bulging and her tongue hung out of her mouth. Her eyes rolled up and glazed over as life left the young redhead.

The snake let go of her arm. She fell limply to the ground once the snake loosened its coils. The massive creature moved into a more natural position. Soon, it was at Jamie’s feet ready to enjoy another meal. Michael regretted that he wasn’t going to get another head first show, but he was sure he could enjoy this as well. 

Her hosed feet went into the snake’s jaw. Her calves and knees soon followed. As the snake took her thighs into its mouth, the skirt of her dress rode up giving Michael a few final glances at her lower half in red tights. A few more gulps and her breasts disappeared into the snake. The death stare of Jamie remained in view until her head was swallowed. Her outstretched arms were all that was left and the serpent made quick work of that. Her red-painted fingernails were pulled into the snake’s mouth and the girl and all her misfortune became nothing but a lump in a giant snake. 

The snake slithered lethargically into a comfortable dark corner and Michael made his way upstairs. He pondered if it was luckier to be suffocated or digested.