Gun fire. Dogs howling. The wind slicing through his hair as he ran through the rustling woods. Heart pounding. A lust for blood. The smell
The cold air was pricking her skin, although her coat was wrapped around her tight, it still found its way in. Icy tendrils caressing her
The strobe lights dazzling her eyes, flickering images of blood, wild hair and capes flash before her as she danced. The boom of the bass
Suck, Bang, Blow The metal fastenings of her corset slotted together with the precision of a Thompson Rifle. Her breasts, like FIFA regulation size footballs
Trapped in darkness, an emotional descent. Senses heightened, the distant sound of another being amplified. Bound, limbs cease to find movement. A laugh that echoes
Club 65 had quickly gained a reputation for wild girls. Victor wanted to experience this atmosphere for himself, see if it lived up to the hype.
A cold tingle began to spread from Amber’s toes into her feet, she had been kneeling for longer than usual.