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She draws closer to your form once inside, where her true power lies- the scene of her brutal murder. Replaying for all- the attack from her husband, unloving and cruel. Their child too- hung in his own bedroom. The family cat- drowned in a tub, until water turns black. Down the stairs she tumbled, her neck and other bones broken when the bottom meets her. Her death comes soon thereafter with her harsh husband leaning over her corpse. Now to clean up... A bag- clear in color, plastic in material- stuffed in a crawl space above. Her body left to rot in the top of a closet for loving another... Those eyes- liquid coal on white- drawing you in, pushing you against a wall behind as her hand reaches up- that hair- the darkest midnight in color- tangled about her claws, ready to rip flesh. Your pupils dilate as the winter cold from the outer world bites- nips- at your lips and fingertips. Her hand caresses your face- jaw line specific. Your will to fight never arising as her grip tightens to force you to give access to her hand. The cracking hiss comes from her throat once more as her fingers reach inside. Still you do not fight. She pulls down stretching the flesh. An audible pop sounding at the first rip of skin and muscle. Searing white pain cuts through your body and FINALLY your hand moves up to pull her arm away- the blood, pouring, flows down your chin and neck along with her arm. Your pulling hand slips and aids her in her mission- another rip. Your vision goes black as you feel the next rip opening- your blood washing the skin of your shoulders now- the cloth of your blouse being soaked through with the sticky mess. To the bone now. Your vision comes back long enough to give you glimpse of her liquid coal one last time- she rips your jaw from you letting your tongue lie downward upon the sensitive skin below, as it lays there the muscle occasionally flexes and you taste the iron of your blood- greatly over whelming as the scent of death rises up and the light fades, leaving you alone in darkness- without her gruesome beauty ... ~DanaRae Destfanis
Posted on: Thu, 04 Jul 2013 06:08:31 +0000

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