Odalisque Paradise by KatieWroteIt MA

Night air met Charles, and helped to dull his senses as he made his escape. His leg hurt like hell, and he wasn’t quite sure what to do about it. If he could just get home, he felt that he would be safe. His blood left lines along the cobbled streets as he walked.

The more distance he put between himself and that house of hell the better. Belatedly he wondered if he should go back for the girl who had shared love with him. He could not imagine that she would have anything to do with the murders of the other men. After all, he had been completely vulnerable to her and she had not killed him. He fondly remembered the beauty that had given him the orgasm of a lifetime.