[Too Much] Requiem
A twisted shout and a raking of claws across carpeted floors. A cold tendril pulling too hard. She twisted and convulsed. Pulling away desperately, trying hard to get away.
Her mind lanced back to the numbers of necks, thighs and breasts she's bitten. Too many.
The number of throats slashed and hearts stopped. Too many.
The number of lives she'd taken for pleasure. For whim. For fun. Too many to count. To much excess.
Too much sin. Too many depravities committed.
The heart far too weighty than the feather.
And now the debt comes due.
The Beast rose to meet her.
Her mind lanced back to the numbers of necks, thighs and breasts she's bitten. Too many.
The number of throats slashed and hearts stopped. Too many.
The number of lives she'd taken for pleasure. For whim. For fun. Too many to count. To much excess.
Too much sin. Too many depravities committed.
The heart far too weighty than the feather.
And now the debt comes due.
The Beast rose to meet her.