Death Blooms |
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Introduction: Her apprehension was palpable. I could see the hairs bristle on her thin, delicate arms. I could also see the nipples of her beautiful young breasts protruding beneath the red silk. However, her face remained the same. Chin up, not as if she was facing me, but as someone who preferred to die with dignity, who knew better than to fear death, or she just wished it. That just added to the layers of exoticism around her, to the temptation that was the girl in front of me. |