House of Conchita

"You're so cute," she says, gazing into my widening eyes with her own sparkling ones. Her voice almost lulls me into a hypnotic trance. "I could just eat you up!"

She strokes my shoulder and ever so slightly tightens her grip. "Probs will."

~

Another last dinner.

Another long night.

Another poison fails.

...but this isn't just another evening...

~

[This harrowing tale was written many moons ago. As you read it, you may find it stiff, distant and weird. That's because it is stiff, distant and weird.]