The bottle crashes, splattering the walls and floor.
From behind the table, Christian stalks her. He holds her body and throws her backwards over his arm in a violent tango dip. 'What did you say?' Ricky's hand reaches for the jagged botle. He almost has it when Christian starts laughing. He almost has it when Camille's answering laughter waterfalls into the room. The pair pitch and crash to the floor, sliding in the rouge wake.
'No, no, no!'
Ricky can hear the yes in her no, can hear the anticipation in her helpless laughter. He backs away. The kitchen floor is red and sticky, a sexual abattoir.
The bottle crashes, splattering the walls and floor.
From behind the table, Christian stalks her. He holds her body and throws her backwards over his arm in a violent tango dip. 'What did you say?' Ricky's hand reaches for the jagged botle. He almost has it when Christian starts laughing. He almost has it when Camille's answering laughter waterfalls into the room. The pair pitch and crash to the floor, sliding in the rouge wake.
'No, no, no!'
Ricky can hear the yes in her no, can hear the anticipation in her helpless laughter. He backs away. The kitchen floor is red and sticky, a sexual abattoir.