A Girl Of Bangalore Call Upon Poem by alis borderland

I smirked at the voice on the other end,
A whisper lost in static's bend.
It had been years since I played this game,
But the hunger inside still burned the same.

"Five hundred? " he asked, voice low, unsure.
I licked my lips, my tone demure.
"Six, " I purred, let silence bite—
A pause, a sigh, then "five-fifty" felt right.

The Slingback Inn, where shadows creep,
Where nightmares slither and secrets seep.
A place where cops don't dare to tread,
Where screams dissolve, where blood runs red.

The walls had watched men disappear,
Mama M still smiled, a leer.
Mortician's hands, she knew too well,
What bodies whisper before they fell.

I laid my blades, my steel delight,
They gleamed like stars in dead of night.
Hadn't seen light since '85,
When men met death, yet thought they'd thrive.

His breath would hitch, his pulse would race,
When he saw not lust, but death's embrace.
He sought a girl, a night to sin—
Instead, the abyss would pull him in.