The Fall (/Tangled up) ~ Challenge 107: Caged
Helen crawls back under the covers, these passion-scented witnesses of the night before. The way she’s lying there, with her naked breasts uncovered, smiling at him, offering him the blood-red apple she fetched from the kitchen - there’s no mistaking the connotations. She’s temptation itself, born out of black fire and salty pleasure. He knows he shouldn’t accept the fruit, the stage is set too perfectly. But he does. He’s doomed anyway, trapped in an eternal limbo between heaven and hell, wondering which is which.
And the first juicy bite followed by a sour kiss seals the betrayal of his God.