visions ii

You wake into your body. Adrenaline high, settling down as other chemicals come to the fore. Deep, deep pleasure as teeth close in muscle. Tear away raw gobbet of biceps and gulp down like starving wolf. Eyes rove lovingly over ruined carcass. Chest hollow, other arm ruined humerus glinting ruddy and white. Face half gone, single green eye staring fixed at nothing

You wake into your body. She’s still fighting your bite. Warbling cry of pain vibrates her throat—feel it in your teeth. Her strength preternatural but deadened by amount you have drunk from her heart. She fell clumsy. Tendril buried sweet and cosy in chest, gulping out strength. Now can’t fight your hands on her wrists. Now murmurs threats as you suck and slurp and gulp and

You wake into your body. Also your body. Masculine, heavy, dense muscle and large hands. She kisses back, flavoured with salt tears from her eyes. Knows what you’re doing but can’t fight. Made her love you and she knows that but doesn’t resist. Cut your way into her chest and crush her heart with your hands. Kiss away her soul. Dizzying height, awesome perspective

You wake into your body. All fours on concrete floor. Cuts up and down back, dress all but sliced away. Actual sword tip depressing skin of flanks but she won’t kill you. Green eyes, cold in victory. You have plucked and eaten them from that dark face in a hundred hundred hundred iterations but still she keeps you imprisoned.

“Let me… just go,” you hiss. Broken ribs yes; maybe pierced lung. “Will stop… hurting you…”

“No. You don’t even know what you did. What you are. You remain here.”

Hurts to laugh. “Gonna give you… agony… shit your legs out… into abdominal cavity. Let me go!”

Superior smile. You grit your teeth and

You wake into your body. Rectum tastes every detail of her face, screaming. Too obscenely fat to hear her. Touch self and sit down down down. Jailor-plaything. Won’t break. Will sharpen your teeth to fight.

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