THE FEAST (EXCERPT FROM PITCHFORK 2)

HERE IS THE VERY FIRST GLIMPSE INTO A STORY FROM PITCHFORK 2, AND NO IT WOULDNT HAPPEN TO BE ABOUT THE GOAT GALS....... OR WOULD IT?

The silence was broken with the crash of 3 corpses dropped on the white table cloth from what must have been a thousand feet above as the table and all of the candles and dinnerware busted and shattered in slow motion as the bodies fall in separate places on top of the busted ivory, the bodies burnt and still smoldering the pink flesh blackened with streaks of blood crossing their beautiful curves as if they had been whipped before they had been enslaved by flame. the smoke rising smelled of death a suffering never been written nor felt  like a crucifixion these souls had been dropped off in hell for vacation before they met true death. the overwhelming urges still grew inside of him he was rushed with the desire to fornicate with the burn victims he had never felt a rush of desire like this before he wanted to ejaculate on each of them in a mad rush of orgasmic  frenzy.

his eyes wide open the white room now cluttered with shards of burnt flesh and the macabre artwork of blood stains amid the feathers and white shattered ivory as he removed his clothes to feel the dusk of sex on his skin the cold raping his senses his body aflame with senses as he lie down flesh to flesh with the body Julie her name carved in her neck

right above a very small compass pointed north with logistics stating the corpse was of Canadian descent his eyes wandered onto the