The misshapen feckless man picked up a stool, and brought it to the table where she lay. He panted, allowing his shoulders to hang, and his posture to subside. He unbuckled the strap from her forehead, exposing the leather-burns, and removed the gag from her busted mouth.
Her comatose body lay there, tranquil. Her chin fully relaxed, leaving her lips slightly open.
Starting at her hairline, avoiding the bruises, he wound a wavy strand around his forefinger.
So black, so silky, so…
“Oh,” sucking back the drool from his lips, “so pretty — so soft — curves! Mine. Wake up. Be mine. We make love together .”
The hypnotic symmetry in her ivory facial curves encouraged his desire to keep her for himself. While tracing her battered eyes, he obsessed over every eyelash. His trembling finger outlined the sloped tip of her bloody nose. Her full, pouty, blood stained lips beckoned him. He ran his finger up from her jaw, cleaning up the trial of blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, tasting her.
His sweaty, unsteady hand pressed into his leg, rubbing back and forth. His carnal desires controlled him, increasing with every touch of her skin. The nervous tapping of his shoe kept rhythm with his thumping heart.
She won’t notice, surely.
He leaned down over her body. Wisps of her hair shifted as he exhaled, the warmth of his breath reverted from her skin. He stared at her eyes, and fancied what it would be like to look in them and lose himself. The musty odor rose from her wounds. The putrid scent of the clammy nectar excited him. He licked the plasma secreting from the exposed lacerations.
His eyes wandered up from her wrists to her chest. Using his forefinger he stroked the divots lining the bottom of her neckline. Light as a feather his finger crept. Chills covered her flesh, enticing him. Her gown interfered with his target. He wiggled closer. Shutting his eyes―he allowed the hands to see for him. They found the valley. At the peak of her breasts rested bubblegum-pink tear drops, hard and provoking. He demanded more.
‘’Igor! Back away from the table.’’