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Body Art

The pale yellow moonlight slanted through the window-except where broken by the alabaster white pane-coming to rest on the exposed ivory skin of a half naked woman lying prostrate on her bed. Her breath puffed in and out quickly; sometimes stopping completely for seconds and her eyes were wide, the pupils dilated and unseeing. A whimper escaped her parched lips, frequently in response to his gently insistent probing fingers.
He leaned into her space and whispered in her ear, grazing it with his full mouth as he delivered words full of horror, yet they excited him. He placed his callused hand firmly over her mouth, still allowing her to breath, but preventing loud screams from sqeaking through.
He ran the large, shiny hunting knife across her exposed chest- her struggle renewed with vigor- teasing her. He placed the point against her slick-almost perfect-skin and drew a thin line that grew instantly crimson that excited him.
He continued to create his work of body art even when her struggles eased.

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