A malevolence lingers upon lust-thickened air. she waits, kneeled upon the hardwood floor. As her wetness and blood drip into the boards, She’s chanting his wicked call. Her body shakes as his voice runs across her skin, sharp and sweet, causing her to ache. His beautiful claws, twist her upturned breast. Ripping moans of pain and ecstasy from her lips, feeding him and his hell-bent needs with her screams. Used, she lies broken on the floor, he places a kiss upon her blood-stained lips as he whispers “good pet”.