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Chapter 5--

A succession of moving film reels itself around my vision as I slightly attempt to grasp a hold of something solid. Anything. Blue and red silhouettes dance and dance and dance until the pounding elevates in my ears.

"Hey."

As my eyes starts to slowly focus in on my surroundings, I see her sitting rigidly before me with a look of concern. That stress line on her forehead has become more prominent since I've last seen her.

She holds a glass of water towards me and I sit up in response.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. Are you on drugs or something?"

"I did take some Mucinex not too long ago that didn't really kick in."

She looks away from my gaze and I take tiny sips from the glass she thrusted towards me.

"You worried me."

Any remaining fuzziness I had immediately dissipated.

"Like you give a fuck."

Her eyes blazed as she fixed her gaze on me.

"Would I have stayed with you so long if I didn't?"

"Pfft… like it ever really meant anything to you?"

"How could you possibly…"

"How could I? That's funny. It really is Kathryn. I'm not the one who was caught getting my ass slammed into from behind by some asshole."

She recoils.

There's a long moment of silence.

"It didn't fucking mean anything. I was doing it…"

"Who the fuck are we right now? We sound like a fucking type-cast cliché couple on some stupid low-rent movie. How could you? I did it for blah blah blah reason. Well I don't fucking give a shit. What's done is done. You chose your path and now I've chosen mine. Now please get your sluttied up pussy out of my house before I force it out."

With that, I stand and storm out.

Before I could get to the door of my study, she yanks me around, crashes into me and slams her lips onto mine, prying my mouth open. One of her hands grabs onto my cock and starts pumping it ferociously and I can't help being turned on. She moves from my mouth and latches onto my ear as I gasp for air.

"Sebastian…" she raspily whispers, "Are you sure you want this pussy…" she then grabs one of my hands and slips it up her dress until I'm touching her and my hand is covered with her cum, "out of your house?"

Her tongue swirls in and out of my head until I've lost all composure and control.

"Do you want this slut to stop?"

All words have left me.

"Just say the word Sebastian and I'll leave."

I moan in desperation as her hand leaves my dick.

"No, don't. Stay. Please."

And suddenly, I am on the floor in pain as her knee kicks me in the groin.

"What the fuck!" I scream, as my eyes slam shut with a sliver of tears springing up.

I can't see her face but I can feel the anger radiating off her body.

"Funny because I was thinking the same thing. You're going to fucking throw away our entire history together over one misunderstanding."

She suddenly walked closer to me and before any of the pain could subside, she's kicking me in rapid fire until I'm groaning all the more.

"I was letting him fuck me so I could get him to drop the fucking scandal he had on us. Remember the deal that fell through that I was talking about? I was securing our reputations. But you didn't even talk to me about what you saw. You just reacted on impulse. So what the fuck Sebastian. What the fuck. I couldn't have chosen better words myself. I wasted away in agony for six fucking months over your stupid ass."

My whole body shakes from the pain as I try to crawl back up.

Another kick and I'm down.

I hear her heels click and clack away and return moments later.

"No. You're not getting up so easily. You're staying on the ground until I am fucking done with you."

I feel her grab at my wrists then, drag me a few inches, and suddenly cold metal snaps around my freedom.

"I'm not going to make this pleasant for you Valmont." I hear her hiss in my ear.

My shorts rip open and she grabs me, slips a condom on and takes me. She goes in the complete opposite direction of our usual speeds, slowly torturing me into oblivion. I glance up at her face and see a coldness she reserves only for the weak. I look away and she hits the side of my face, forcing my head back as she fucks me.

"No, I need you to see this. Do you see what you've turned me into? I'm a fucking shell that just likes to fuck you Sebastian. There aren't emotions when I cum. I don't fucking feel anything. Can you feel it?"

"And you don't think I've been in pain? You couldn't possibly underst…"

"Like hell you know what I went through. You've been lounging around this house, soaking in the sun as I can see from your tan, and probably slapping yourself on the back for the guts to walk out on me. Well you haven't proven shit except that you're a fucking pussy and run at the first sign of fire."

My mouth opens to respond when she grabs my balls with her nails and digs into them until I'm screaming for mercy.

"I fucking told you I wasn't going to make this pleasant for you."

My head is ringing as the rattles from the handcuffs around my wrists as I feel the imprints of half moons form with the increasing pressure.

Her mouth breathes steam into my ears as they pulse and she hisses like a snake.

"Do you like that Sebastian?" she continues as her nails dig in deeper.

I almost miss the words as the pain evolves into a monster clawing away at my eyes.

Her other hand pries one of my eyes open and forces me to stare into hers. She is red. Whatever the element of that color is, she embodies it at that moment and everything flashes before me.

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When I awake later with the sky covered in velvet, I look left and right in confusion. There are scratches all over my body, my hands are still handcuffed to the door and I begin to feel the weight of something on my chest.

Minutes later, I am sitting naked in my hallway staring at photographs I thought were burned forever. But the last one is the one I stare at.

A grainy, out of focus, black and white portrait of her. Falter and crumble.

My right eye cannot stop twitching.

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S: My writing has completely died off. Kindred spirit no more.