Feathers That Bleed

by Sana Khatri

“I’ll see you at midnight, Little Swan.”

I oblige, and when he moans at the pressure, I pull the blade back and drop it to the side.

He spits into my mouth again, then slides his tongue over mine as he kisses me.

I take a step back and look down at her, and when her teary eyes bore into mine, I give her a wink before pulling away the duct tape from her mouth with as much force as I can muster.

She yelps in pain, and it’s a pleasing sound, albeit a short one.