stark, damp, lace, cup

On a hot summer night will she sacrifice her soul for love?


Alone on the beach he kneels, stark naked.


His fingers stiffen, penetrating the damp sand.


The lace, alluring … He reaches … holds it … breathes her scent.


Yes. She will. Just like the other bitches.

The dagger glints in the moonlight. He grips the handle and draws the blade across his palm.

Blood trickles, cup fills. He savours the last drop with his tongue … hot, metallic and sweet.


Soon he will taste her. Her lips. Her body. Her blood.

He throws back his head and howls, shaking with ecstasy …

© Niki Palmer-Speechly 2016

Photo Credit – JMR Jackson Photography