Serial Killer
Bodies rub against each other as they move to the sound of the music. The lights were dim but each body glowed with drunkenness and carelessness.
She was sitting by the bar, watching, scanning the sea of youth until she met his hazy eyes looking at her unwaveringly. A smirk played on her mouth when he paved his way through the crowd and to her.
Soft. Harsh.
Their lips smashed against each other, moving in sync with one another as they stripped off their clothing in her apartment. The velvety satin of her bed sheets cooled their hot, naked bodies as they slithered against each other in pure ecstasy.
Moans. Gasps. Sweat.
His hands were cuffed to the bedpost as his ankles were strapped down to the bed. She was on top of him, kissing him fervently before she struck the sharpened metal deep into his chest.