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Ignite your eyes with the lustrous flame!
Ignite desire for the fools to claim!
Morbid or petulant, all of you is my pleasure;
- Charles Baudelaire
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simonlogan
I found her amongst the satellite trash behind the old
gas station that had been converted into the broadcasting base for a
guerrilla media crew, a corseted rape victim with legs like sculpture. When
I leaned over her she stirred, here eyes suddenly going wide and letting in
the blood that wetted her upper body.
"I will not stop following you," I tell her.
I pulled her forcefully to her feet and she spoke.
I had stuffed her in the van after forcing three tablets down her throat in
the end because she had puked the first two straight back up again. She lay
silently as we drove across the barren wastescape, past the puddles of
junkies gathered around fiery oil drums and discarded SWAT team equipment.
One of the crack-heads, so full of the virus his blood almost glowed,
shouted at us as we passed. "She belongs to me," I say softly without
affording him a glance.
The blaze of patrol choppers' spotlights slash across us now as I drag her
towards the warehouse I call home. She mumbles incoherently and I feel the
wetness of her blood soaking into me and its still warm. I shut out the
static-thick air and bolt the security door behind us. The warehouse is
like the great carcass of an insect-whale, like the skeletal corpse of a
Cthulu god. The fragments of equipment that make up my gym and workshop lie
in one corner, everything else is open and untouched – except the bedding
area.
She tries to speak but already knows her muscles won't respond as they
should. She'll be out of it for hours, more than enough time. I carry her
over and dump her on the mattress then retrieve a towel to wipe us both
down with. One of the ribs of her corset has snapped, protruding as if it
were one of her own bones and so I break it off and throw it away...>>>Read
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