Break Me, Daddy

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Dead? He can't be dead he was right in front of her? She laughed it off like it was nothing, but her head was throbbing with questions. "You're a funny one" she laughed. "Don't believe me? I'll show you," he clicked his fingers and then vanished. Persia let out a howl. He then reappeared in the car right next to her. "Okay, she stammered, I believe you." There was silence for a few minutes. "Why, I mean how, are you here?" She stuttered. 'I don't know," he replied shrugging his shoulders. "What do you mean you don't know?" She said, turning in his seat to face him. "I used to go to this college, and then I died, I don't know how and I don't now why, but I am determined to find out." He took a grinder out of his pocket. "So how come I can see you and no one else can?"  "I let your see me, it gets real lonely being on my own all the time," he proceeded to pull out a small baggie and emptied its contents into the grinder. "Why me?" She asked. "Ive been watching you  for a while, you seem like a cool girl, and you're very beautiful," he smiled, starting to grind up the weed. "Thanks? I don't really know how to answer that I have never gotten a compliment from a ghost before," she found herself laughing, nervously. "I know everything about you, what you like to eat, your favourite tv shows, the fact you let boys treat you like shit," he paused. "If you were mine I would treat you right." He finished rolling his spliff and tucked it behind his ear. He leaned in slowly. Persia found this all too weird and hastily opened the car door. "I have to go," she said, quickly grabbing her bag and beginning to walk off. "Wait, I can I give you a lift, I know where you live," he replied. "I don't know you!" She shouted, running away from the car.

Persia delved into her books and tried to study hard in order to forget him. But somehow, she couldn't. The way he looked at her was in a way she had never seen before, like he would die for her, but he was already dead, she laughed at the thought. She decided to run a hot bath and try and block him out. She closed her eyes for a moment, and heard a shuffle. She slowly opened them and gasped. There he was, standing over her.  "Please don't be frightened," he started. "In all the time I have been dead I have never connected with someone the way I have with you," Persia grabbed the towel from the rack and covered herself. "Your body is perfect, every inch of you, mesmerising."He walked closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She breathed in deep. Something about him was so inviting and so familiar. She reached up and cupped his face with her hands. They both leaned in for a kiss. He tasted so sweet, like honey, their tongues danced together and he slowly moved his hand down to grip her ass. His other hand loosely around her neck. He carefully tightened his grip on her throat. Persia let out a small moan. She took his hand, and led him to her room.