Carried by the Wind

"We have the privilege of indulging in the most base of human instinct - why refuse?" Julian looked at me from under his ashen eyelashes as he leaned back in the divan with the cotton ball dog in his lap. His voice was hoarse from the opium, his lips cracked. I couldn't help finding him even more beautiful this way. Golden locks fell around the sides of his face. His mouth still smudged with blood. I needed to kiss him.

Elika has perfected the art of passivity. Bent to her mother's every wish, quiet as the dust gathering on the floor boards. With Farid entering her mother's life, the dark tangle of her past begins to unfold.
They are the forgotten, the brutal, the sensual. Julian inscribed it on her body, burned it into the back of her corneas. His touch seared her skin, the weight of his presence crushed her chest, the way he inhaled her skin tore at her ghost. For him she would do anything. It's been said that the one truly unforgivable crime is matricide. No one is more loving than mother.
This is the demon mother created.

Mature, vulgar language. Horror, erotic, noir.

My first story after a ten year break *phew* Anxiety levels at maximum.
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Cover photo by Michalina Wozniak, used with permission.