K A L O P S I A

FIFTEEN

Her very soul was shaking
her thick, flowing blood
froze
her legs stopped working
and the bones in her mouth chattered

The horror beyond the door was
monumental

As he passed by the door
she stepped back
in fright

Looking in closer
she saw the absolutely terrified
figure of a curvy girl
dressed in a sparkly dress
under a thick coat
her makeup and hair were both dishevelled
she was a prostitute

Her strangled whimpers
shaking body
the split skin on her arms and legs
the sickly colour of bruise under her eye
each aspect
was slightly empowering
would this fresh body be the one they played with later?

"Why are you so frightened, little mouse?"
his deep voice
made her cream the red lingerie
"Don't pain and pleasure go hand in hand?"
he fiddled with a smiling silver knife in her calloused palm
"Isn't that what you were telling me whilst trying to persuade me to fuck you?"

A pang of jealousy shot through her
like a needle

"P-Please . . . I'll do anything you want me too, just . . . just please don't hurt me."
the prostitute cried pathetically
He laughed

A smile crept onto her face
and she fisted her lingerie
in anticipation

Then he turned the knife
and swiped it across the prostitute's chubby neck

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