Run - Quatre


by KatiKat



You run. The candle in your hand the only source of light in the dark, empty corridor. Hot wax burns your skin, but you don´t notice.

You run away from the wandering hands, the hot deep kisses, the painful foreign desire that burns in your belly.

You open the door at the corridor´s end and there he stands. Tall and proud. The devil himself. Your damnation. He regards you with his one visible green eye coldly. You shudder.

And before you can scream, he bares his sharp fangs and buries them in your neck.

You´ve been caught. And the darkness covers you.



The End