Tannhäuser - Part Seventeen

A Rock 'n' Roll Fairy Tale by Prince Stash with Audio Recording

Blood had flowed from her exquisite nostrils onto her swollen lips, transforming her sweet smile into a hideous snarl of contempt while her mysteriously opened beautiful eyes still seemed to mock him.

He grabbed a blood-stained sheet from the floor, hastily draped it around his nude body, and fled from the room.

A long, empty, dimly lit gallery stretched its sinister, ominous expanse.

Panic-stricken, Tannhäuser ran blindly along its length as fast as he could, well past wondering what he was doing, or indeed where he was going. His progress was checked by Leo, standing in his way and holding the same kind of lantern Venus had been holding.

Leo’s cherubic face was a mask of severity:

“Where do you think you are going?“ He queried sternly: "And what do you think you are doing?“

Tannhäuser, terrified, could only manage to mumble incoherently while Leo examined the bloodstains on the soiled sheet barely concealing Tannhäuser’s nudity.

“What have you done?“ He asked, evidently intrigued.