Louis Villalba

The numbness of the drink/ Douglas Stuart

The numbness of the drink/ Douglas Stuart

Shug barely felt the sharpness of her nails as she pierced his skin. He pulled her up a stair, then he pulled her up another, and then another. The dirty carpet burnt her back, rubbed the skin from her neck, ripped the paillettes from her shiny dress. Hooking his thick arm under her chin he […]