Killer Lolita

For the digital story:


He had picked the perfect hunting ground. The girls here were perfect and he couldn’t choose one. Teenage girls dressed in the costume play culture known as Lolita filled the street. Oh, he loved Japan. The girls here dressed so cute yet demure in Harajuku. Oh, which type of Lolita should he pick?

Earl lifted his camera as the four girls posed, smiling sweetly. The Gothic Lolita was heavy on the Goth with black or white dresses, clunky black shoes, and dark makeup, there was also a Sweet Lolita, bursting with ruffles and pastels, the Elegant Gothic Lolita, a corseted Victorian style and the Schoolgirl Lolita, favoring pleated skirts and knee socks. He smiled and thanked them.

He sat down watching the four girls; he played a game of eeny meeny miny moe between the four girls. He licked his lips and rubbed his sweating palms on his black jeans. He barely registered a group of girls in Gyaru in wigs, fake lashes, and fake nails or another group of decora dressed girls with enough accessories to weigh down a ship. No, the Lolita girls were much cuter.

He watched as they started to leave. He stood and followed after them at a further away pace.

“Sayonara, Aya,” one girl called as Aya stayed on the train platform. Earl watched as he leaned against the wall. Her corset seemed a little too tight and her heels clicked as she shifted back and forth on the platform.

Earl grumbled internally; there were still too many people around for him to go up to the girl. Even as her train came and he climbed on with her, the train still had too many witnesses. He licked his lips again, before biting down on the inside of his cheek, drawing blood. It didn’t help his craving for the young girl, Aya.

He followed her off the train, up the stairs, and down much more deserted streets. Earl grinned, the road up ahead was darker than those previously. He crept forward grabbing the girl, covering her mouth although she didn’t scream. This confused him even as he dragged her down the side alley. Earl pushed her up against the wall.

She tilted her head to the side. “Do you want to play with me, master?” she asked, her English better than he expected. She grinned at him, pulling a knife out from the ruffles of her skirt.

He gasped as the knife slid into his stomach. He stumbled back and away. He could hear the mechanical whir as she moved towards him.

“Don’t you want to play with me, master?” she asked again, her voice coming back more robotic.

He scrambled away even as the knife slid into his back, over and over again. He felt his world growing dark and all he could think of was, Lolita girls were supposed to be cute, demure, and easy targets. Earl breathed out, as black heels walked through his blood.

~ Written: June 2, 2014; Last Edited: January 2, 2016, J.D. Millington

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