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by Charlotte Langtree

They mesmerised him, nine beautiful women seducing him with every spin and flash of bare legs. He was the last man in the club but he didn’t care; he had enough cash to keep them dancing. It was almost Christmas, his divorce was finalised, and he felt like celebrating.

“How much for even more fun?” he slurred.

The ladies smiled. When he spotted the glint of sharp teeth between their lips, he put it down to cheap vodka and expensive coke. As they gathered round, sinking their teeth into his veins, the pleasure stole his breath. They stole his life.

Charlotte Langtree

Charlotte Langtree is an author and poet from the North of England. Her work has appeared in the Inner Circle Writers’ Magazine and is due to be featured in upcoming anthologies by Eerie River Publishing and Black Hare Press. You can find her online at www.charlottelangtree.wordpress.com.

by D.M. Burdett

She dances for him; en pointe, lightly skimming the dark wood of the tabletop.

“Enchanting, Number Eight,” he whispers huskily. He watches from the shadows, hooded eyes black as a starless night, dark hair falling across his face.

Assemblé…changement…petit battement. A final jerky chaînés, then she is still. Eyes closed, she awaits his critique.

“Beautiful, Mon Cher,” he breathes, awestruck.

“Nine, how will you compete with such a magnificent performance?” he asks of the next girl.

Nine moans through the gag. Her watering eyes plead as he pulls the rope and the noose tightens. En pointe, she dances.

D.M. Burdett

D.M. Burdett initially roamed as an army brat, but now lives in Australia where she spends her days avoiding drop bears and killer spiders. She has published a Sci-Fi series, has short stories in various anthologies, and has published two children’s series. She is currently working on the first book in a dystopian series.

Website: www.dmburdett.com

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Nine Ladies Dancing

by Charlotte Langtree

They mesmerised him, nine beautiful women seducing him with every spin and flash of bare legs. He was the last man in the club but he didn’t care; he had enough cash to keep them dancing. It was almost Christmas, his divorce was finalised, and he felt like celebrating.

“How much for even more fun?” he slurred.

The ladies smiled. When he spotted the glint of sharp teeth between their lips, he put it down to cheap vodka and expensive coke. As they gathered round, sinking their teeth into his veins, the pleasure stole his breath. They stole his life.

Nine Ladies Dancing

by D.M. Burdett

She dances for him; en pointe, lightly skimming the dark wood of the tabletop.

“Enchanting, Number Eight,” he whispers huskily. He watches from the shadows, hooded eyes black as a starless night, dark hair falling across his face.

Assemblé…changement…petit battement. A final jerky chaînés, then she is still. Eyes closed, she awaits his critique.

“Beautiful, Mon Cher,” he breathes, awestruck.

“Nine, how will you compete with such a magnificent performance?” he asks of the next girl.

Nine moans through the gag. Her watering eyes plead as he pulls the rope and the noose tightens. En pointe, she dances.