Amygdala (Interlude): Apostasy

"How do you know?"

I asked her without speaking before she had ever touched me. She was one of the countless orphans that every city dropped off like clothes,her beauty reckless as rain-water held in the hand. Her eyes seemed as if they had never been clean.

I let her damn me to transposing the crippled and malnourished pleasures of her tongue. I let her damn me with new spells--fluttering to the ground like a nestling toppled from its cradle. Its hovel barren by neglect, struggling to perpetual return of that one last place where it felt truly safe.

"I want something good inside of me."

She swore, and I almost laughed insanely, drunken mad upon every shuddering wave before dwindling back, slain and whimpering. My seed spent her thin, bird-like legs; and then she laughed, honestly and innocently.

I grabbed the bottle that I had given her, and dumped the wine in her hair and upon her breasts; and then fucked her maniacally with the glass cock. I filled the bottle with her memory, black as bile, bruised like mad-dog wine.

I forced her to do what I did not truly understand, save that I believed that they were evil things.

I left her lover to lay shattered and broken between her legs.

Black magick always works.