She had gone weeks without a shower, knowing that only by her smell will he, with hollow eyes, find her. She locked the the door behind her, dropped the curtains to hide the full moon and waited – just as he had instructed.
A scream from the neighbor next door. He must be there already. A bottle of ketchup banged through the window. Shuttered glass flying. She was lucky, not so her cat, hit by a shrapnel. Just as he had told her would happen. Naked she stood under the cat, with the ancient book in her hand, showering in its trickling blood. Tonight she will be married.
A scream from the neighbor next door. He must be there already. A bottle of ketchup banged through the window. Shuttered glass flying. She was lucky, not so her cat, hit by a shrapnel. Just as he had told her would happen. Naked she stood under the cat, with the ancient book in her hand, showering in its trickling blood. Tonight she will be married.
