Shadow fell across his face as they entered the tunnel, the harsh lights of halogen bulbs began flashing across his body and she swore that with each flash he shifted into something more.
The perfectly manicured nails became claws, his impossibly white teeth became fangs. His toned arms became gruesome muscle and his perfect face became a demonic visage, eyes filled with malice, hatred and foul intent.
Then they were out of the tunnel and everything was perfectly normal, normal and boring. The thought of her date being a monster, the most interesting thing to happen since he picked her up.
“You ever wonder what the difference between our two worlds is? The real difference that makes each person an individual within themselves. Pain breaks the rhythm… Each individual’s painful experiences, creates a unique person. So many ways to cope with pain. Some cry, some laugh, some…” Tales of Passion, Pain From Pleasure
