Prompt: https://fictiontrials.wordpress.com/2022/11/04/swiftficfriday-week-144-prompt/
Prematuria Morte
Ten
You want to get to the end, but you have to wait. It’s not time yet.
Nine
Ooooh – one step closer to the end. I know you’re in a hurry, and your body is oh-so-ready.
Eight
Time to take it slow. Draw it out. That’s it. Feather-light touches. Up. Down. Up. And. Down.
Seven
Stop! Stop entirely. I know you can feel how slick it’s getting. How close your body is to release. But think about how good it’s going to feel if we can draw it out just a little longer. You do trust that I know what I’m doing, don’t you?
Six
Okay! Super-fast! Go! You can do this! Faster than that! You’re almost there. Almost there. You can feel your body ready to cross over. Almost.
Five
But not yet. Slow down. I know you are screaming with need. The walls echo with it.
Four
Stopping again. Still touching, but not moving. Try to breathe evenly. It will help you last longer. I’m not ready for you to be done yet, so you can’t be done. Not yet.
Three
Building up slowly. Light touches again. Oh my god, you’re so ready, aren’t you? So. Very. Close.
Two
Faster! As fast as possible! Go! But we’re not at zero yet! No, you can’t!
Dammit!
Fuck.
What did I do wrong? Why couldn’t I get him to the end on my timing?
I did what? I used the big knife and not the…
Dammit. I always mix them up. I thought his skin was coming off too quickly, but it’s hard to see with all that blood.
I know the final is on Monday. I’ll be ready. I’ll focus on using the right knives all weekend. I swear.
Oh, you have people I can practice on? Thank you!
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