Don’t struggle my love, I thought you liked it rough.
You expected a meek and mild Russian mail-order bride?
Didn’t you think it strange, the bridal party ate none of the cake?
But you greedy boys did. And then had a lovely sleep.
How peaceful you looked as my bridesmaids stripped you bare.
Like the fantasy I’ve seen play through your simple mind.
Oh, they’ll lick and suck you, don’t worry. They’ll swallow too…
Every tasty morsel of your torn flesh.
After we’ve bled you into our glasses to toast,
Nostrovia my pretties!
About the Creator
Davi Mai
Short story writer. Fantasy, sci-fi, transgressive. I lack a filter but try to make stuff fun.
Comments (1)
Oh no! Monster bride!