She was frightened but curious.
He had warned her “next time…”
And her heart raced a thousand
Beats a breath. So unaccustomed
But desiring the learning to become.
Next time and she was drunk
He let her go, and then lunch
With a kiss that thrilled and that night
Undecided she pushed, pulled, invited
She was frightened but curious.

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And the blood was everywhere, dripping like sweat from his pores only it wasn’t sweat, it was blood. No thought, only my need for him inside me anyway, one last time. “One last time, Cher?” but he was already turning, skin ashen beginning to scale.