Flesh of Three

Some days I need more. Today I take it. Lilith hangs helpless while Veruca swings from her ankles, both of them forced to bury their faces between each other’s legs until pain and pleasure blur. Veruca finally breaks. I cut her down and leave her wrecked, but the hunger stays. Then Charlotte crosses my path, and I drag her straight into the ropes. She struggles. She takes it anyway. I push these three bodies until they tremble, until every hole is used and every cry turns into something they’ll beg for later. They’ll come back for more. They always do.