The Stinking Rose – A 100 Word Story

The vampires would be an attractive couple, if they weren’t eating my girlfriend. She still whimpered on the table, red and blue hair caught in her nosering. They’d shredded her battered leather, ripped open both shirt and skin.

They had me chained to the wall, forcing me to watch as they drained her. The male withdrew a pale rose from an ancient vase. He held it under my girlfriend’s dripping wounds until it was stained crimson from her. They laughed, tossing the flower under my feet. I smelled the hot iron stench of her blood, and struggled to be free.

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