Three days pitched into the bowels of this vessel, nibbling bread, her dress was shredded but her corset was intact. She waited. When he came, she smiled, her eyes a liquid black. She held up her hands in surrender, her rings glinting light. He grabbed her roughly. She leapt to him, wrapped her legs around his hips and kissing him, clipped her rings into the razored wire stashed in her corset’s boning. A silver flash passed his vision then bit into his throat, bleeding his surprise down both their chests. She landed on her feet. “I am no man’s booty.”
Booty by Naomi Butterfield
Posted: July 24, 2015 by Shade's Progress in Naomi Butterfield, PiratesTags: Battle, blood, concubine, creative writing, flash fiction, microfiction, Naomi Butterfield, piracy, pirate, sea, ship, short story
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