With the sounds of the pub fading into the night she pinned him to the wall biting his lip. She tasted of whisky and cigarettes,
“Is your mind mine?” she asked.
“God yes” he stammered, her hands under his shirt, nails digging into him.
“Yes!” he answered, her hips writhing against him.
“And your heart?”
“Take it” he said breathless. His wife wouldn’t know. “Just suck m…”
Fingers suddenly transformed to talons she reached inside his chest and pulled out his still beating heart.
“Men” she hissed taking a bite as he slumped lifeless at her feet. “Quite deliciousssssss.”
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