Mary, 4

"Do I know you from somewhere?" I asked, thrusting my cleavage up, attempting to make my best first impression.

He raised his head.

I gasped loudly when I got a look at his face.

"Calypso…" I said breathlessly.

"I've wanted to talk to you for a long time…" He said in that heavy, breathy voice of his.

"And I've wanted to talk to you!" I said loudly, "You didn't hold up to your part of the deal!"

Calypso grabbed me by my arm as the police began to turn and look in our direction. He pulled me out of the small building and the thin door closed behind us.

"What's this you're saying?" He asked, although it seemed as though he was feigning his surprise.

"Your part of the deal, Calypso…" I said, looking up, silently wondering why he was wearing the eye patch, "You lied to me."

He looked hurt.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about!" I said, beginning to lose control. I was starting to regret not taking my medication. I would have been much more manageable with two of those small blue pills.

"I'm afraid I don't, Mary." He said.

I hated how convincing he sounded.

I hated how I wanted to believe him.

I hated how desperate I was…and it was all because of him.

"Calypso…" I said, blinking slowly, then looking directly into his good eye, "You didn't hold up to your end of the bargain. I won the competition, Calypso…I won. Doesn't that mean that I get what I was playing for?"

"And you were playing for the love of your life."

"Yes…"

"And I gave him to you…with the necessary modifications, of course."

"No, he wasn't given these necessary modifications…He didn't love me, Calypso. Maybe you should've checked before you promised him to me."

"How could he not love you?" He asked, raising a hand to touch my face.

I just closed my eyes, enjoying the human contact. Somewhere deep down, I wanted to rip off that hand and shove it up his ass. I wanted to claw out his good eye and chew it up and spit it on the ground. I wanted to strangle him until his face turned blue. I wanted to watch him choke on his own tongue.

But, in spite of it all, part of me still wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted his hot whispers in my ear. I wanted his light kisses. I wanted him.

I stood there, indulging myself in his surprisingly light touch, trying to ignore all of the conflicting feelings coming up inside of me.

Despite my beauty, I was a simple thing. I was only a lonely woman. A lonely woman desperately craving male attention as if it was the only thing that could keep me alive.

And this disfigured, bald, one-eyed man in front of me was giving me that attention. That's all I wanted.

Then a strange feeling rose up to meet with all the other ones.

Guilt.

How could I do this to Max? He was waiting in that jail cell, just biding his time until he could see me again and here I was, right outside the jail with another man. I'm not that kind of girl.

"I can't do this to him…" I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

A small grin crossed his lips.

I wanted to kiss those lips. Then I wanted to bite them off and chew them up. I wanted to destroy that face.

"Can't do what to whom?" Calypso asked with an eerie glint in his eye.

I'm sure it was lust.

"Max…"

"Max?"

"Max Payne."

"Isn't that a coincidence?" He said through a grin.

He leaned in closely, mere centimeters away from my ear.

"I'll see you soon, Mary." He planted a small kiss on my cheek, turned around and walked inside the jail.

I stood, watching him leave, overcome with intense confusion.