Friday, 16 September 2016
Flash Fiction Friday: The night's end
The night's end
As I entered the house, the sun just beginning to rise, I slowly made my way up the stairs. My body ached from the night's work and all I wanted to do was sleep, only as soon as reached the top of the stairs I was greeted by Natalya, Sasha and Elena wearing, nothing but lingerie.
“Welcome home, Master,” Elena whispered stepping forward, before freezing to the spot. “Quickly, girls, Master's hurt. Help me get him to the bedroom.
“It's okay,” I replied, before glancing down at my shirt and flashing my bloodstained fangs. “It's not mine.”