NEW DARK FICTION: She stroked the side of his face with her hands, wrapped as they were, in her flayed skin gloves.

 

She stroked the side of his face with her hands, wrapped as they were, in her flayed skin gloves. Her touch was as a dream, his face peeling away the skin as if it were a rotting piece of meat. She smiled, as only she could, and he knew that he would follow this Lady, this creature, this imagination, to wherever she wished, and he would be whatever she wished.