The Tear Glass

The Tear Glass

Status: Finished

Genre: Horror

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Status: Finished

Genre: Horror

Summary

A stripper's fate with reflection.

Summary

A stripper's fate with reflection.

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Submitted: February 20, 2012

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Submitted: February 20, 2012

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Stacy’s thoughts left her in a gasp of illusions she could not dismember from in the quenching breeze that sloped down in thru the back of her brain. He sat there in his seat, his knuckles pulsing in on his thigh and that glass in his other held up in front of his chest.

He stares her over, thinks she has him in his view, that sight for welcome, a look the other strippers would give a guy to let him know they’ll soon be joining him.

Stacy’s next move is to slide, shuffle her self along the stage on all fours sliding along as her knee’s, and hands push the blanket along under her. Yet she remains froze staring him dead on. Her left hand begins to push down as her knee moves in behind. She looks down on to the waitress passing her by winking her eyes in a quick set of winks telling her from in the quickness of her winks that she needs to get it together up their on that stage and continue on with the routine. Stacy begins to shuffle the blanket along as her hands pull it along now leaving her with no more pull or tug. Her legs begin to tense, arms flexed, and her hands pulse in to a grip from fear. She lets her head drop stares in to the mirrors from on the back wall of the stage, and she now watches as that blood begins to spill from off.

The row of men in on the stools along the front of the stage, their heads set up above the stage floor; they watch looking in thru Stacy’s long blond hair, up under her breast, around her waist, in thru her legs and on to that reflection of hers from off that mirror.

She tends to her toes beginning to quiver, feels her fingernails ripping in to the blanket clenching in to the stage floor as the sight of that blood spills from off that mirror. The blood streaming down on to the stage began splashing up a tingle in on her feet before the streams began to soak in to the blanket beneath her. She looks on to her hands flexing them, tensing her arms trying to raise them up off the blanket. She turns her head up over her left shoulder as that pulse straining nerve from in her hands being gripped stuck in to the stage floor ran in thru her neck. Stacy goes eye to eye with him from in the mirror, her toes clench together from in the thicken spill of blood as she goes eye to eye with him, that bloody reflection he had stood out from in. She watched as he stepped out from in that blood soaked mirror, his left hand came up holding out a corps, had reached out dangling the corps out on to the stage from in the glass of the mirror.

“Stella” Stacy yelped as the blood dripped from off of the corpses face.

He smiles, brings out the blade in his left hand, twirls it around sending the glare of lights from off it in along the mirror letting it shine on in to her eyes sending that breath filling pulse up into her head sending what nerve she was with out all thru her body.

Stacy’s head pulls up her mouth opened wide as she filled her lungs with that breath for survival. She stands to her feet, looks around, down on to the stage floor looking for any signs of blood before kneeling down and swiping that blanket up off it. She stepped back, looks in to the table looking for that one man, the last of whom she had seen before having her self stuck in to that mirror, the same man she had seen in behind her holding up the corps of her friend as that blood soaked out on to the stage. She turns as a hand slaps on to her back side. “Stella” She questioned with relief as Stella stepped in by her side.

“Come on we got to get things back in motion. Lay out your blanket for me, we have to give these people a reason for being here.” Stella whispered with cheer, “I’ll take it from here.” Stella stepped back watched as Stacy went weak in the legs stepping forward, her arms go weak with quivers as she lied out the blanket, her face gone cold leaving her skin pale.

Stacey looks back over her shoulder on to Stella winking back a wink she had laid on her to her before crawling down on to the blanket. She smiles and steps on only to be left face to face with her self from off that mirror. She looked in on the reflections of Stella getting down on the blanket, and then froze standing there in front of the mirror as that hand reached out from in it, grabbed her, and pulled her in.



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