Lost Target

Lost Target

by Ryans

Her lips are stained with my blood, as they curl into that seductive smile. I hold the limp body of my partner in my arms. Her tongue runs over her painted lips and my shoulder throbs from where she took that 'taste'. It'll scar.

We stare at each other across the distance, two predators, sizing each other up. Waiting.

I'll never ask what stopped her, what kept her from finishing what we started, but one moment her blood tinted teeth flash in a wicked smile, the next she was gone.

My lost target. That dark panther of a woman. Huruma.

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