Clutching Her

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

‘Let’s get you into the bath shall we, darling?’
‘Mm.’

Horror 18+
human heart by Raman Oza, Pixabay

Clutching Her

It’s time to take her to the bath,

‘Let’s get you into the bath shall we, darling?’

‘Mm.’

He carries her to the bath, clutching her,

‘Would you like to swim in the bath?’

‘Can I, Raymond? Please, say yes?’

‘Of course.’

He carries her as far as the bath, clutching her, and rests her on the gleaming white porcelain rim. The bath is of a standard design, and half-full. The shower lever is in an off position. The bath is wobbly. It has a screw loose - like him. Her blood drips onto the rim and dribbles, over and under the dirty edge, the bacteria hidden where disinfectants cannot reach, and into the bath. He rests her on the rim, clutching her, as her blood diffuses in the warm wine-green water, clouding the liquid feint brown with its ferric flow.

He clutches her, as her blood drizzles in haemic sheens slowly down the side of the bath, the suspension of her in the soapy water turning brown. Balancing her carefully on the rim, close to the edge, he reaches down and pulls the plug, flushing away her blood. The water flushes her blood away. He lifts the shower lever. The warm water splashes down on her as clear as an invigorating waterfall in the tropics. The two of them making love. Their bloods intermingling. In the tropics. Clutching her. He is clutching her,

‘Would you like to make love under the waterfall, baby?’

‘Mm.’

He inserts the plug, filling the bath, easing her off the rim, and watches her bloodied, bleeding, sliding into the bath. She bobs and splashes around in the clear water, clouding the liquid red with her haem,

‘Make me a waterfall, won’t you?’

He reaches up and pulls the lever. He creates a waterfall, watching her bob about in scarlet red,

‘Happy?’

‘Mm. Very.’

‘I love you, dear heart.’

‘Oh, and I love you, Raymond, more than life itself.’

He leaves her, bobbing about happily in the bath, while he returns to the bed, and removes her tourniquets.

Then he returns to the bath.

Clutching her…


Submitted: November 19, 2020

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