Olympian

Let it Burn

He sat with his head bowed between his legs, rolled up into a ball. Shivering from head to toe, he looked up when he heard my stride. Terror ran deep in his eyes while thick tears ran down his fat cheeks. […]

Primordial

Chemistry, Part II

I can almost hear his thoughts as he processes through his unease, pushing it aside in his arrogance, believing that no one would take the word of a stripper over his own if he was ever found out. […]