SIN

Another short I wrote with no clear purpose in mind


Stutter and flutter all about she did, oh how much a rattled thought she embodied as she stuttered and fluttered all about the cold, steel, room. Yes she did, yes sir, she went discombobulated all about as she tried to find the cold hand of the door to let forth the freedom, freedom she so badly desired at the her present state of discomfort. The pain, oh so sweet the sensual pain that wrapped all about her as she gently scratched away her, once, porcelain skin. Scratching and peeling off the sins that burned her mind with the fires of the never ending pain of regret and hate, oh how sweet her vile hate brewing inside her. Such luscious delicacy of feeding on the beautiful hate.

She tried harder now to wash away the sins, harder and harder and harder, oh such sweet blood flowing away from exposed veins. Veins that glistened bright red drenched in the blood of her attempts at heavenly penance of her mortal sins, oh such sweet sensual penance, almost orgasmic in its heathen beauty...a virgin sinner bound to penance.

Oh my beautiful one now fluttered about the steel room washing away the sins one scratch after another.....her arms, now not knowing the shelter of the skin, flew in the air free of judgments from heaven and hell, she flung them around carelessly because by now pain had become her slave, a pathetic, sensual, desperate slave that needed her. She didn't fear pain, why would she fear such an abhorrent whore, oh such a putrid whore begging to be fingered at will, as harsh as she could finger her sorry body.

Now she was past the bludgeoning of the arms, now she moved on those oh so luscious legs. Those long towers of lustful intents being caressed by the warm sweat being birthed by the maddening heat stemming from penance....oh how she loved the sweat of penance, nothing much sweeter than the sweat driven form the bowls of penance.

She tore off the bounding chains, chains in the visage of clothes thrust upon her by her captors. She stood now as she had entered this existence, nude, in all her glory, blood dripping from every pore....oh silly me, blood and sweat poured. Blood and sweat intertwined in a most exotic of relationships, so exotic it was, oh yes, I shutter at even imagining such love her blood and sweat shared at the pinnacle of her penance. She threw herself on the cold steel ground....shaking and fluttering like a captured bird cut in her prime.........oh but dear me she wasn't over...oh no never... she could not be done with the task at hand until the task became no more than meager rock but as it stood at the moment the task was anything but a meager rock....more resembling of a feared mountain but she was no average nomad treading the grounds of such mountain......oh my humble readers she was the god who would bring this mountain to it's begging knees.