100 words using Patron, Meekly, Damp, Ecstasy
It was a blood moon.
‘Excuse me.’ Red talons and exiguous heels, she surveyed the mass of sweaty patrons. Ham-hands clasped beers, dank faces leered, a specimen was pushed forward. Craggy faced, toothless, armpit damp, overripe with braggadocio.
‘Oi, love, I’ll excuse you.’ A drooling fetid grin.
Her eyelids fluttered meekly before him. ‘You’re too kind.’
He lunged, she feinted, a heel struck a cheek and blood spat. A scream pealed as ligaments ripped from joints. She raised the severed limb.
‘Who’s next?’ she said, and an ecstasy claimed her smile as she licked the blood-lacquered flesh.
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