Bloodlust
BLOODLUST ca
The allure of her was strong and enticing. As he stealthily stalked her, he could feel the appetency rising heavily in his mind creating thoughts he could not assuage. He quickly crossed the street and walked hurriedly up the block, all the while keeping her in sight. He crossed the street once again and ducked into the nearby alley. When she approached the entrance he viciously grabbed her and dragged her into the dark, dank, putrid confines and began to assault her brutally. After committing this brutal attack and leaving her, not knowing if she was dead or alive, he suddenly felt a certain onslaught of mental anguish. His ability to make sound decisions with clarity of mind had gone awry. His atrocious act was less than auspicious for her. Once he had committed this dastardly, heinous act of violence, he went to the nearest church for confession hoping the priest could absolve his vicious act and save his soul from eternity in hell.
23 October 2019
For the contest sponsored by John Hamilton
Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2019
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