“Come.” The voice swirled round him like caramel, sweet and smooth and tantalizing. He tried to walk away, even tried to just stand still, but that demonic sweetness pulled him forward. His feet moved almost of their own accord and she laughed, very softly, like a grain of sugar on his tongue. “Yes, that’s it.”
“Well, what do we have here?” Another voice, sweet but not as soft , almost more appealing in its way. He tried to look round but his head wouldn’t turn, his eyes wouldn’t move from the vision of temptation before him. Chocolate brown hair, eyes the same colour. Skin as pale as milk. She was irresistible…
“He’s coming with me,” the first voice told the second. “I want this one all to myself.”
“You know that’s not how it works.” The second voice didn’t sound too bothered. “Still, I guess in the end it’s all the same.”
He was right in front of her now and she leaned in to kiss him. Their lips met and he could taste her, just as sweet as her voice. He moaned and suddenly she melted against him, on him, into him, disintegrating against his mouth, sweeping down his throat and into his lungs on a tide of cocoa-scented death.
His eyes flew open and his arms flailed, trying to push her off, to gasp in air, but there was no escaping the flow, sliding inexorably into him until he ceased to struggle and lay still, his eyes wide, his lips blue under liquid brown.
The brown disappeared and the girl stood above him, smiling the smile that had entranced him before he knew what it meant.
“I find the men so satisfying,” she purred, almost absentmindedly. “They always think only women are in danger from death by chocolate.”