captivatingbitter

crimson lines ran like feral runners across the sun-kissed terrain. Eyes wide with boiling terror screamed for pardon. pardon not for sin but for one more precious moment to live. strong hands held firm while the metallic judge toyed with the mouse. the mouse was once a wolf. stalking prey it feasted on frenzy and helplessness. the cries of the lambs only heightened the dark rooms of eros. feasting with relish upon the cries that only his ears would ever hear. hate for all that is holy fed the appetite of his pagan lust. the cries of the lamb didn’t satisfy anymore and in darkened corridors haunted by dead dreams he envisioned new ways of torment for his victims. a lust to possess even the soul of his prey drove his madness. nothing sacred existed anymore to the lamb. all was defiled with obsessive delight.

drip. drip. drip. the pitter…