bottom of the deep blue sea

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
i was randomly inspired by the feeling of a song, this is what came of it. i don't know where it's going or if i'll finish it, but here i go!

Submitted: July 14, 2019

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He held her tightly against his chest, his once intended mark, He never believed in developing a conscience, let alone ruth (mercy) itself This little fragile doll, is His living, breathing bag of bones, he mused. The two could easily be mistaken for a tall parent holding their child unnaturally close, too tight.
"I can't breathe." Her voice, barely above a whisper seemed to wake him from the reverie he had fallen into. Her once captor pursed his lips to halt the bitter, empty laugh that nearly escaped.
"Sorry, mouse." he sighed, deciding to let his arms rest loosely around her body after one final squeek inducing squeeze.
"God I wonder what noises I could get out of her..." his eyes rolled back at the thought, and he ran the tip of his tongue across his clean. shark white teeth.

"Are you cold?" she once again interrupted his daydreaming,, apparently little Mouse felt his twisted shudder of delight.
"No, pet. I'm warm, , but I will warn you that I am sick." He buried his face in her thick, clean hair. Fuck, she smells good enough to eat...


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