Hello Steemians! This is my 2nd entry for Week #15 of Foxtales, a one paragraph story writing contest! The challenges given by @vermillionfox were to finish the story in 15 sentences and to have an open begining and end following the story image that I've shared above. Well, I sure tried. Here goes the story!:
"Puddle, puddle on the floor, tell me who's an ugly whore?" His sinister laugh echoed through the alley as he paced back and forth while waving his stick around. Agreeing for the deal in broad daylight was never a good idea to begin with, but the thrill of it was too tempting for DM to refuse. His impatient hands were tightly gripping the cane while he searched for even a single soul in his desserted view. The only thing keeping him company were his collection of flasks spread out on the table next to his van. His smile would beam on his face everytime he stopped in his track to glance at them. There was nothing he could do but admire the expressions they held. But his attention was soon stolen by the noise of a galloping horse cart heading his way. It stopped next to his van and DM enthusiastically strode forward to welcome his new guest - a hooded figure who held a black box in his hands. He placed it on he table and took out a glass flask from the inside, quite similar to the ones DM had. As if he couldn't hold back for another moment, DM quickly snatched it away and held it infront of his face for a closer look. Inside was wriggling something which made DM unable to stop the malicious grin from spreading on his face - a fresh and living human eye. He stared at the flask with pleasant satisfaction. Oh, how I wish I was the witness of the horror on her beautiful face after she had been defiled. He muttered and placed it on the table with the other ones.
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