The Life of Miss Nyte
Copyright© 2026 by Mixx Nyte
Don’t Accept Rides From Strangers
“How will you kill me?”
The stranger I was dancing with just a moment ago stopped and stared at me. I couldn’t read his expression. That was a first. Usually people brush me off and ignore me when I ask them to dance like this. Only a handful made it to that question.
The usual response was a laugh, or something along the lines of calling me crazy and leaving. Not this man. He was looking at me. Actually staring into my eyes as if looking for something and yet unwilling to let on to what he was thinking or how he felt about it.
“Do you want to die by my hands?” He finally spoke, still no discernible emotion from his intense gaze.
I thought about it. Really considered the question. He was quite good looking, fit in a way that demands attention but not egotistic, he carried himself well, and he was quiet in that way you know he’s got an active and intellectual mind.
I wasn’t suicidal, never have been. I don’t exactly have a death wish either, I’m just afflicted with a terminal case of curiosity.
“I don’t have any real desire to die, but I guess it wouldn’t be so bad to be killed by someone like you, as long as I’m remembered too.” My tone had a mischievous twist to it and I could feel myself grin.
The man nodded, also sporting a playful grin. “Well, I guess I would wait first. I’d want you to come to me of your own will. You know, like offering a ride and you take up the offer.” He took up my hand and pulled me closer with his other arm wrapping around my waist.
“Next I’d be looking for an out of the way spot to pull over. Like a rest area...”
“A lot like the one we are in now?” I offered, that grin on my face never leaving. His words sinking into me and causing a warmth to accumulate in my core.
He chuckled, such an alluring sound, “Yeah, like this one. We’ve been driving a bit, you wouldn’t question a pit stop to stretch a bit, would you? Like you mentioned, a great way to shake off fatigue is a dance.”
I nodded my head, he spun me and held me close once more as the music on the car stereo continued, “I suppose not. It makes perfect sense to me seeing as I suggested it.”
He began to slow some until we stood still, the music fading from my mind as all that mattered then was him. His presence, his eyes, the way he held me close. It was all so intoxicating. I was his prey, willing and ready to be a sacrifice to his desires.
“Next I’d wrap my hands around your lovely neck,” his voice lowered, taking on a huskier edge, “my fingers over your throat, slowly starting to tighten and cut off the air and blood flow, like this...” His grip around my neck was slowly getting tighter, it was such a new and erotic experience for me. I lifted my chin slightly, my eyes growing heavier.
“Please don’t close those blue eyes, I want to see the moment the light of your life is extinguished.” I obeyed the demand he disguised as a request. It was a bit difficult in the growing euphoria I was feeling, but I managed open my eyes and stare into his dark brown gaze. I was beginning to see something, the stir of excitement in his eyes. It made my heart leap.
“I love it, seeing that final look.” His smile took on a cruelty that only fueled my desire. I could feel my legs trembling, not with fear, something more carnal.
“Keep going, please ... I need you.” My voice was barely a whisper.
That elicited a bit of confusion in him, I could see a slight shift in his gaze, an unease perhaps. He didn’t let go, he kept his hold on my neck and brought his face closer to mine, locking his lips with my own. He caressed my cheek with his tongue and made his way to my ear, a little nibble then he whispered, “I think I’m going to keep you, but first I’ll satisfy your curiosity my sweet.”
The way he spoke caused a chill within me, my skin prickling, and that tremble in my legs grew stronger. I could feel a slight drip down my leg.
“After your dead I’ll take your still warm corpse someplace no one would find you until I’m long gone.” His grip on my neck released, and just as I took a sharp inhale he hoisted me up and over his shoulder as if I were nothing more than a bag of feed.