A tarnished doll to be taken off the shelf
Dahlia has a big crush on the most notorious man in Vegas, Elliot Kross, so she finds her way into his sex club. She’s a bit shy at first, so he invites her to come back for a private audition to be one of his dancers. When she arrives, the door is unlocked, Elliot is nowhere to be found, and the club is dark, quiet, and cold. What she finds inside will make her wish she never messed with him to begin with, and not just because he’s married…
An upcoming age gap erotic horror story
She wears the color of paper stains and dying sycamore leaves. The last glow of sunlight before darkness swallows the living. Beneath her surface flows murky streams of green – every pulse, every twitch, begging for its end. The portals to her ecstasy are marked like bruises, the scent so sickengly sweet. She is crowned in cobwebs that trickle at a touch. Their traps let out to entangle me. But my favorite thing, two glass beauties that cut through burial grounds of souls, crying to be released from their pain. The way they look at me, welling up with remnants of desire, each drop to an abyss that never ends. A tarnished doll to be taken from the shelf. You Dahlia, need no distortion.
-Elias