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The candles are burning low. I cannot gather the energy required to pull myself from between the silk black sheets that grip my thighs. The lighting is dim. I need to light more candles. But instead of crawling out of bed and lighting more candles, I pull the sheets up to the stubble on my chin and lie on my spine, glaring at the cigarette stained roof.

There is a deafening knock on my door. The sound resonates in my ears, climbing down my earlobe and resting in my cochlea. I groan and fall out of my bed. I rise and stumble to the door, scratching my arse on the way. I unlock the cheap chain and turn the plated silver knob.
"oh. It's you" I groan, letting her in and returning to the womb of my bed. She smiles vacantly and closes the door behind her. I hear the rattle of the chain as she locks us inside.

She smells like an ancient mosque. Like she always does. She sits beside me, her long black nails scraping down my thigh. I watch her hands move in their sensuous attempt and wish they would draw blood upon which she would place her mouth.

Her lips move. I watch as they form "I", see her lips smooth out an "l", curve around an "o" and shut for a "u". I don't hear what she says, preferring the droning sound of my sanguine chamber music. I watch her red lips and think "oh god..."

Her hands remove themselves from my arm and squeeze under the tight black jacket she wears. She removes this and the pleated black miniskirt that barely covers her fat ass. She stands beside me in a opal whalebone corset, a black garter belt and black panties. "What the fuck do you want?" I whisper, my eyes burning into hers. She giggles pathetically. "C'mon Davin..." she whines. I sigh and say nothing.

Please... fuck... OFF.

"I want you" she leans over and whispers into my left ear. I feel her warm, semen stained breath on my skin. It smears itself down my neck and shoulder blades. I pull the sheets up farther, so that only the bridge of my nose and eyes are visible. She interprets this as some sort of game and jumps onto me, pinning my wrists down. "Get off" I moan with the small amount of conserved energy I have. "I'm sick of fucking you!" I glare, baring my teeth in what I hope is a menacing scowl.

She giggles, her tongue sliding between her decayed lips. She pushes her mouth hard onto mine, her tongue prying my lips open. I turn my head away, leaving her with nothing but a nasty few weeks worth of stubble burn.

"Davin... I want you to slit my throat. C'mon baby, fuck me while I die..."
Tempting.
But then Iinhale her noisome stench and realise how fucking unclean the bitch is. No amount of colonics could irrugate the dirt out of her soul. I don't want her blood near me.

"Just... get the fuck out, OK!!" I feel pleased at with the angry tone of my voice. I push her off me, the blood swelling to where I applied pressure to her skin. A tsunami of confusion momentarily washes over her made-up face and she dresses, pulling her tight clothes over her bulky figure. She looks at me, tears falling heavily from her bovine like eyes. "Davin---" "Do me a favour would you?" Her eyes sparkle like a child being offered forbidden candy. She smiles like a suicide patient dying. "Light more candles for me on the way out? And shut the door. BYE!!" I call gaily. She looks at me, tears more prevalent this time. Jesus, I think. I am going to drown like Alice in Wonderland nearly did. "I fucking LOVE you Davin. I L-O-V-E you." She leaves with me scowling at her. She lights the candles slowly and as she closes the door, I scream "BYE!!!!!!!!!".

I roll onto my side and smile.

It's been a good day.