There she was. A beautiful maiden sipping on the sweet nectar of a ripe papaya. She was stunning. She had beautiful pink luminous scales lining the lower half of her body and was wearing two seashells to cover her voluptuous breasts. She had the voice an angel as she sung a sweet tune that blessed my eardrums.
I finally worked up the courage to approach the gorgeous woman, but as I approached I felt a chill run down my spine. Something wasn’t right, but I wasn’t gonna let this beautiful maiden escape my grasp. As I got closer, I started to sniff the sweet nectar of the papaya which intrigued me even more. I reached out my hand and placed on her shoulder, but before I could say anything a scream escaped my mouth.
She grabbed my wrist tightened her grip to the point of no escape. Her beautiful voice turned to a hellish screech as I struggled to escape. It was too late. Before I knew it the creature started to crunch on my fingers and slowly worked her way up my arm. That’s the day I realized that beauty always comes with pain.
cooked up by vision+voice
