Fictional Prose by New Members

Song Of The Gypsy
By Robert C. Ray Jr.

1)I feel her blood squirting between my teeth. Bones splintering. The taste of her life force and sound of her screams were intoxicating. As I  sucked she fell limp. Her trachea? Collapsed, and the arousal became so pleasing, so utterly thrilling that I almost choked. I became supercharged with an undeniable energy. The taste, the screams, what does all of this mean? I only lurk in the moonlight. The song of the Gypsy echoes mysteriously in my dreams. I disappeared into the shadows as her soul left her lifeless body. I am evil.
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