Gothic Horror Challenge 2010
The devil’s first question: “Why whores?”
Though I found his inquiry vulgar, I answered with great solicitude, for Mother had taken pains - great pains - to instill proper manners. My exact words to him, I cannot recall. It has been an eternity since I uttered them.
Yet it all boils down to the blush.
How little effort is required to paint virgins, alabaster skin wrapped in snow-white cotton, pink with pleasure.
But a prostitute, living amidst Whitechapel’s decay? To take her in a filthy alley and ignite red-hot passion?
Admittedly, I required, on occasion, the aid of a knife.