Trailer #3

[franceslievens]

It felt like velvet, the soft skin his fingers barely touched. It had the colour of a porcelain doll, but there was warmth. He could see shivers underneath (involuntary spasms of the muscles in respons to his tickling), the blue lines of veins (blood rushed in them – he could almost hear it).

Sometimes he imagined blood pouring out from gaping wounds in the milky white flesh. Occasionaly he admitted he enjoyed that mental picture.