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T H I R D P E R S O N
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The lights of the motel room flickered above him as he stared at it. He sighed, massaging his private area due to the little pleasure it had gotten. The least the girl could do was to make him feel good. Yet, he quite did it all for her.
There was one thing he had learned about women that night. The first thing was that they were all mesmerized by him and they were hogging around him which was super embarrassing for them yet they didn't seem to care.
The second was that they were persuasive. Like this liar he just slept with, she claimed that she would give him the best time of his life.
Why the fuck did he believe her?
He gave her the best time of her life. She wouldn't shut up and her moans weren't even attractive. He had fucked and sucked her at the same time but he got teeny-tiny pleasure.
He turned to her and noticed that her eyes were still shut. The funny thing, was that he never said a word during the sex but she had called him cute, handsome, and even a "beautiful damned motorcycle."
What had sex turned into?
He was being called "things" now. Suddenly, a shrill sound filled the darkroom and he turned around suddenly before realizing that it was a-
What is that?
He looked at the device in thought. Deciding not to touch it, he poked her hard. She didn't move.
Poke.
Nothing.
Poke.
Was she?
Wow, she had the guts to say faster.
He left the ringing device and turned to his side ignoring its sounds. He had to get out of here. I mean, sleeping beside a corpse was not the way he wanted to spend his second night.
This is the best way to die. With your beautiful face above me. D-Deeper baby. You fuck so good. M-yeah...
He shook his head in humor as he remembered her words. She had wanted to die for sex. These humans...
He sighed deciding that he needed a place to stay, at least. He hummed to himself as he got up, allowing the decision of leaving this place to come to a reality. Wearing his clothes that formally belonged to a dead bike rider, he put on his leather jacket and headed for the door.
"Thank you." He said to her speaking for the first time that night. Mama always thought him to be polite. No matter how many times he awakened, he would still remember her lessons.
A D R I A N A
The wind blew my hair across my face as I walked toward the shimmering waters in front of me. The morning sun shone down on it making it look more mesmerizing. It looked so beautiful. My eyes closed shortly to receive the breeze that calmed my senses.
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