What would you like to see?
Another fairy tale. Nothing new or original to it:
There was a woman I found very beautiful. I think from her eyes I would have loved her but she was gagged, so I never heard her speak. Only her screams, later.
She was an amazon, I think. Large. Full breasted.
She was tied to the altar and I tasted her. Suckled. Felt the arching of her body beneath me as she strained against the rope that tied her hands and feet. She was drugged, and had been whipped, and was slick with her blood and mind. She said stop – stop. Stop what? Time?
My first lover took me from behind and while he was inside me, thrusting, he put my hands around the hilt of the knife. He put his hands over mine.
Then he pulled me up, against his chest, and then we both fell down with the knife before us, onto her. You would think the blood would start but it took another thrust.
Then while she was dying he pulled back, turned me over, and then thrust into me. We made love on a dying woman I might have loved. All around there was fire and smoke and music.
I still hear it. It was then that they came and whispered in my ears, the dark ones. But I will never speak of them other than they were there, and I listened.
So bring me silence and I will only hear them again.