Sing Me a Song (Sacrificial Lambs #0.5)

Tempest Skeigh
It’s addicting.
The pull of a melodic beat as it teases your body into moving,
The heat of your skin as it warms under the eyes filled with lustful intent,
And the rush of your blood as you bare your soul.
Dancing has always been my life,
No matter if it’s on a pole or a stage.
It was supposed to change my life and take me to better places.
Instead, it threw me into his clutches and I can only hope to escape with minimal damage.

Raiden James
It’s addicting.
The sounds vocal chords can make as they vibrate with song or scream,
The tip of a sharpened blade as it sinks into flesh,
And the gentle caress of blood as it coats your skin.
Singing on stage has been my life,
But the promises I made in exchange for fame are daunting.
Now my vengeance is close at hand and my foes are lined up in a row.
Then she drops in my lap and it takes everything in me not to slice her open,
Just to coat my skin in her blood.