Excerpt:
"The
appointed time came and my client was seated in his private box which
overlooked the stage. The girl lay sleeping on a crimson colored
bedspread—surrounded by flowers--she was in truth already laid out.
Three came
in at one time—females all. I find the men prefer that somehow.
They were
singing low and soft--siren-like songs, beautiful and haunting they sounded
too. They approached her and ever so gently they drew her gown down—exposing
her nakedness. I saw my gentleman straighten up, as he was quite interested.
First they
began to caress the girl—in slow sensuous movements, each taking a part of
her—to pleasure her as well as themselves.
She began
to stir and moan but she didn’t wake, for she had been plied with liquor first. And then
it all changed.
I closed
my eyes, better to concentrate and feel what they were doing to her--as their
caresses turned into something else—their touch into tearing, their passionate
mouths into feeding and their teeth into biting.
By now the
girl was screaming—flailing about. Her beautiful alabaster body was awash with
crimson blood—an unending (it seemed) river of blood.
I think
you grasp the significance of the word, crimson.
Anyway
they fed—voraciously, hungrily—tearing her flesh drinking her dry.
I COULD
TASTE IT MYSELF! That sweet nectar—so light upon the tongue an elixir of life
to us!
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