Oh the things we do for love. Or, at best, the perceived affections we cultivate in our fantasies. Love is but a drug we’re all withdrawing from. Shivering alone in a dark room

Oh the things we do for love. Or, at best, the perceived affections we cultivate in our fantasies. Love is but a drug we’re all withdrawing from. Shivering alone in a dark room

It loomed above me, twisting and turning a mere inch from my body. I opened my mouth to scream. The second biggest mistake of my life. The miasma dived into my mouth, choking me as it slid down my throat. The taste was salty, creating a thirst that would never be quenched.

She threw her head back and laughed, loud and deep within her throat. The Congressman rushed toward her, skirting to the left side of the mattress, grabbing a fist full of her shiny, blond tress. He pushed her head down, twisting her spine into an uncomfortable question mark. Still she laughed, hardly ceasing to draw a new breath to freshen her guffaw. He drew his right arm high above his head, soft hand open and ready for contact with her cackling mouth. "Shut up, WHORE!" he threatened and still she laughed, unimpressed by his rage.