Silence

A cloth, a place, and a purpose — all made ready in a heartbeat. Now she sat at the center of their hunger, waiting, ready. The men pressed in. She parted her thighs slightly, her mouth softening as they gathered to claim her. She closed her eyes and waited, half-dressed, fully willing. A hand grabbed her thighs. Fingers dug into her breasts. Another hand slid between her legs, rough and sure. They pushed further, touching her everywhere. She leaned back, offering more with heavy breath. Hands tore at the last pieces of cloth. A mouth kissed her belly; a tongue brushed her nipple. She let them, every part of her open and ready.