Into a Cornfield Crimson

Chapter One

Devour

It was inevitable.

Unstoppable.

And completely,

desirable.

The young man's breath puffed out like a locomotive chugging on bricks beneath her. She supposed the breath was hot or perhaps husky and soft. Neither would have left an impression.

She could not feel it.

Her pink tongue sloshed into the crevices in the deep of his mouth. The young man would have moaned deeper if not glancing at the mouth of his current tryst.

His first impulse was to scream.

Horribly.

However, the primary function for that had hours ago been promptly severed. Caught up in the swirls of passion, a paralysis had gripped his body. His eyeballs could only anxiously rotate taking in the horror movie unfolding on his naked body.

The jaw of his paramour simply dangled by fleshy strings of her peaches and cream complexion. Her slender white hands were delicately playful as they ravaged into his abdomen seemingly knitting the meaty cords of his intestines

He laughed inwardly as his innards splashed out. Disturbing: His entrails were messing her beautiful aquamarine mini skirt. He'd never be able to afford a replacement.

As his thoughts spun into the throes of death's sweet rush, the rustling of the corn stalks behind them caused the young woman to pause.

The young woman turned and squinted into the twilight. The rustling noise slowly produced a wealthy young man in neatly black pressed khaki and deep midnight collared blue shirt beneath his expensive black jacket.

He had a flashlight in hand which light circled lazily until it rested on the involved couple. The intruder's nose seemed to crinkle in slight disgust.

The young man was able to recognize the rich young man. He knew him. But the fog of death was crowding him.

The man was. . . Something L . . . His mind failed to bring up the name completely.

"Well?" The young man directed to the young woman.

The woman shook her head and ran her tongue over her dangling jaw.

The young man looked even more disgusted.

"Please. I just enjoyed a moderately good meal for once. Just make sure you clean this up when you're done," he stated, calmly.

The girl nodded.

"And pull yourself together," he added sharply eying the messed dress. He continued to frown and ran hand over his bald head.

He had felt a sudden wetness on his bare head. He looked up and smiled a the dark cloudy sky of Kansas.

"Looks like we're in for a big bad storm. I think that will work to our advantage tonight," he mused, aloud.

The young woman again did not answer but turned back to the corpse.

The cornstalks rustled as the rich young man sank back into them. The young woman turned to stare at the man's departure and her azure eyes flashed in the sudden strike of lightening.

Eyes that completely colored a liquid ebony.

Another flash of lightening and the beautiful azure eyes returned and the girl turned back once again.

For, the devouring had only begun.