Today's muse:
Verse Escape: Friday 55
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Wendigo
Pale skin shimmers like moonlight.
She cannot see. He has made sure of that. She wears nothing but silk ropes that hold her in place; hold her open.
But she hears. Hears his breathing. Hears the swish of his belt released from his pants.
She knows what is next. And she waits. And she wants.