thirtyone

Standing still in the door frame

A figure, silhouette of a body transformed by society

Her head tilted just an inch to the side

Did God really intend this for her when his blood dripped slowly from the cross?

Her naked body glows in the frame of the door

Perfect lighting

The flash of a camera illuminates the room; walking along the silver lines

She puts her foot down on the concrete floor

The door slams shut when she turns around

Her eyes stare into his

He puts down the camera and endures the torture that awaits him

The blood slowly drips from his face as she puts down the knife

His clothes ripped apart by her fingers

A smile comes over her face as she sits on top of him

He will never see her again

A light flashes as the camera drops to the ground.

Reviews

[joshua deathdealer]

What a twist. Frightening piece here. Well done.

[CHRIS ANDES]

..you made it cute and simple...

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Woah... I think I just got the chills. Haha. This was a nicely descriptive, haunting scene here. I like it... just woah. Lol. You caught my attention in this scene for sure.

[EMF]

Bemusing, but wonderfully frightening. Unpleasantly wonderful. Marvelously graphic and dark. Cracking job.