Phantom Hollow my fingers are numb around your warm pulsing throat

as quickly as the surface of the frozen river had split, the white male was swept aside, sucked under the frozen ice in a twirl of frothy water and icy floe. iliksis watched with no passion in his gaze as the male was pulled under the dark surface of the river. as far as iliksis was concerned, he had gotten what he wanted -- his hedonistic, impetuous decision had meted out the presumed life of another without discernible evidence of his atrocious act.

it was satisfying, in a way. iliksis hoped the male would thrash against the frozen surface, his eyes wide and breath stolen from him as the icy water threatened to close in. he imagined the male gasping against the translucent ice, and imagined then the life being slowly bled from him.

content with the untraceable nature of his malicious crime, iliksis climbed out from the embankment and strode for the bare tree-line.