"Well...Well...If it isn't the wh*re of Western Village" I'm greeted by Roy who's enters the elevator with a girl.
"I think you mean 'Harlot of Revelation" I correct him.
The girl snakes his arm around Roy possessively "What's that?" She asks me.
"B...
For all things considered, chastity was the mother of all bitches. Sharing physical pleasure, reaching to that stage of enticement and having the ultimate liberation always seemed all very similar to me. After all it was the continuous stage of frenzy that all yogis wanted to reach.
I first discovered my love for bones and flesh when I saw Jasper kissing another girl. But I evolved sexually when I started painting. The strokes of brush against the canvas, the contrasting colors, and the texture of the final product all made me aware of the things that no one else could understand. They all praised me for my romanticized ideas for art, but only Jasper truly understood the diabolical trends deeply seated in my inspiration.
I sometimes think that's where we went wrong; we shouldn't have fallen in love so young. I shouldn't have discovered passion so soon; he was animalistic, crude and strong. I was uninitiated, untested and like the devil and the sin. It scared him how good it felt and how far down I fell for him. I was on my knees, my eyes closed, my hands clamped together when I prayed, I prayed for him... and I prayed with him.
He taught me that, to befriend your demons. But deep down I knew that the cracks would one day split open and I would have to cast my own blood to heal his wounds. But I never imagined him so far away from me, never imagined that I would slowly bleed to oblivion waiting for him.
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I stir in my sleep as I hear the footsteps coming to a halt at my doorsteps but I don't open my eyes. He's gentle in his approach which tells me that he's hesitant. Slowly opening my eyes I see him already looking down at me. I don't speak nor does he. But he knows me well enough to know that I'm never to talk first. So he breaks the silence first.
"How are you feeling now?"
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I try to get up but the headache that's kind of become a routine makes me groan in pain. It has been seven days...Hundred and sixty eight hours that I have been cooped up in this house. I'm not ever alone. Megan and Simone take their turn to babysit me. I'm not allowed to go back to my apartment and I'm definitely not allowed to step out of the mansion without guards a condition which I adherently declines.
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