A bone in her captured hand snapped. They were lying on the bed, kissing and fondling each other while he looked at pictures in a photo album. He laughed, bitter and short. The irises were a little too long to be fully human. Each one stretching her, making her gasp and moan with the sensation of filling, each one pushing the one inside her before it even deeper, until she felt herself full to bursting. His teeth were off-white. This attack, this assault on her senses had truly reduced her to an animal with only a single need, a single hunger. This was something different. I came so often I lost count. In spite of my predicament, my eyes wandered to her bosom. |