Six Sentence Sunday--Seasonal edition
Oct. 9th, 2011 08:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdFrom "Between Despair and Ecstasy"
Blood came out of leather seats much easier than cloth ones.
Samil opened the door of an abattoir. Standing in the lurid light, shirtless and covered in blood, he wore an evil grin that made him resemble one of the monsters he hunted. The room was spattered, blood on all the pale walls and ceiling, the carpet a smeared patch of scarlet-stained cream. The impeccable cream curtains ran with rivulets of gore. A male and a female lay dead on the floor, their corpses already starting to wither.
Blood came out of leather seats much easier than cloth ones.
Samil opened the door of an abattoir. Standing in the lurid light, shirtless and covered in blood, he wore an evil grin that made him resemble one of the monsters he hunted. The room was spattered, blood on all the pale walls and ceiling, the carpet a smeared patch of scarlet-stained cream. The impeccable cream curtains ran with rivulets of gore. A male and a female lay dead on the floor, their corpses already starting to wither.
