Exit Strategy

[FordBenjamin]

Rhythmically, I stabbed him, over and over until the heaving mass beneath his flannel shirt ceased its rising and falling. I relaxed my grip on the dagger and leaned back, unbuttoning my top. He possessed immunity but I knew it would be my salvation. Shirtless, I straddled his body and mirrored the effort just performed on myself. As buttons shifted through eyelets, I braced for the pain. The first few bites were harder than expected. Still, quicker and quicker now, the blood-mites cascaded out of his torso and began filling my pores, offering me an exquisite exit from this planet.