Ghost // Kellic - SHORTSTORY

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After parking in the alleyway a couple blocks away, I make my way through the dark streets on this untrustworthy side of town. 

Finally, those familiar flickering neon lights capture my attention. 

I'd say I was drawn like a moth to a flame, but the only flame I'm drawn to is behind the graffitied door beneath said neon. 

My flame is dressed in leather, eyeliner, and sweat, dancing up on a stage for money and praise. His  pale skin stripping against his steel pole as his oceanic ash coloured eyes scan the crowd for his next victim, someone weak and ready to fall for him. 

Inhaling the dirty city air into my lungs, I close my eyes as I turn the handle to the big heavy door before entering into the underground gay strip bar otherwise known as a satanic sanctuary to those in need.