After a few years hiatus, I decided to jump into #thursdaythreads yesterday, and actually won! Guess I’ll show off my nifty badge 😀

http://siobhanmuir.blogspot.com/2015/01/thursthreads-week-151-winners.html

Ending on a High Note.

The girl held the bodice up by a strap. It was a lacy number, black and sheer. Her face told him everything.

“You’re supposed to wear it,” Shiloh said, hiding his smile.

She held it against her body. It contrasted nicely with her white t-shirt. Shiloh wondered if her skin was just as white. Red-heads were usually pale.

“Nothing with a zipper?” She plucked at the thin ribbon-like ties crisscrossing up the back of the bodice.

“No, sorry.”

She sighed and looked up at him, her bright green eyes watery. She wasn’t on the verge of tears—must just be nerves.

“It’s alright, Sivi.” He cupped her chin and rubbed a thumb along the smooth line of her jaw. A flush crept into her cheeks, accentuating the spray of freckles dancing across the bridge of her nose.

“Will they like me?” She whispered

“They will love you, darling.” Shiloh smiled and helped her off the sofa, tugging at her t-shirt. She already wore the matching skirt, if it could be called that.

He helped lace up the bodice, careful to pull it tight enough so that the mounds of her small breasts pushed up prettily above the cups.

Lastly he knelt by her stocking-covered thighs and lifted up the skirt. The gun was strapped securely, and was already charged. No warming up to give her away at the last minute.

“Kill as many as you can. And when they take you and change you, I’ll take care of it, darling.”