MicroHorror

Slav dropped from the tree and landed inside the walled garden. No dogs came.

The house windows were dark but he noticed a movement outside. A figure crossed the broad terrace and descended the steps to the garden. It was a girl wearing a black cloak. She felt her way with a stick like a blind person and carried something that glinted. Slav smiled, slipped his hand into his pocket and stroked the knife, ran his thumb up the blade. He ducked through the shadows after her.

He followed her to an arbor of holly trees out of sight from the house. He was surprised by a second figure, but quickly realized that it was only a statue, a bearded man holding a giant bone club. Slav stroked his jaw and tensed as the girl dropped the cloak. She was naked; her body glimmered pale in the moonlight.

She raised a silver flute to her lips, and swayed as she began to play. He couldn’t hear it of course, deaf from birth, but he worried others might hear. He glanced about, wondered who had draped garlands of flowers over the statue and set a brazier burning charcoal and sprigs of myrtle. Would the music bring people?

Something was happening to him. He felt strange, perhaps there were some other herbs being burnt on the fire? He thought he could hear for the first time in his life, the sound of wild music. The grass writhed beneath his feet, the shadowy branches reached for him with spiky arms. He could feel himself hardening.

Slav shook himself and grinned. This was weird shit. Some blind bitch getting horny with a statue at midnight. She was hot, though. He pulled out the knife. He’d have to get close quick, let her feel the blade at her throat before she screamed.

She didn’t scream as his hand clamped her mouth shut, as the point of his knife pricked her throat, as the steel released a bead of blood.

He liked the feel of her warm body pressed against him. He whispered in her ear, telling her what he was going to do.

Slav winced as a marble hand took the knife from his hand and bent his arm. It snapped. He screamed and dropped to the ground. He saw the statue holding the naked girl. She smiled, groped blindly for his face then kissed the stone lips. Hercules didn’t even look at Slav, simply raised his club.

It was the last thing Slav saw.