lived with this one-eyed gray cat that always sat on his lap while he played video games
"You should try Diablo 3," he once told me. "Playing that game feels like gambling. You never know what item's gonna drop and it just gives you that sweet dopamine release when it does. New season starts the day after tomorrow."
I declined
Told him that I had no time for video games for I had a job and whatnot (didn't go so far as to tell him that I write in my spare time)
I know that he was married some time ago
but it was all neighbor talk
If I am to believe the neighbors then I'm to believe that he was married to his high school teacher
She taught English
and I guess somehow fell in love with her student
There wasn't that much of an age difference between them. I'm guessing somewhere between nine and fifteen years
But where we're from the problem is not that some adult seduced her underage student into becoming her lover
the problem is that she, the adult, was already married and had two children
the problem is she had abandoned that family to be with her student
And I guess they were together for a while
Married as soon as he came of age
and then lived together for a few years and were happy
But her suicide?
I guess I'll never know
Some stories are better left untold
Anyway Diablo 3 turned out to be quite cool actually
after tonight he will never again doubt that madness is ultimately beautiful yet ultimately not worth it
And her name was Six
it’s not that weird when you’re drunk
Though only he was drunk while she said she only accepts energy drinks
They bought two cans of Monster from the vending machine outside the bar and when they got to his place she asked him to put them in the freezer
“But wrap them in a wet paper towel first,” she added. “It’s a cool trick. They’ll be good to drink in no time.”
“I don’t think I could drink–” he began
and she interrupted, “They’re both for me. But don’t worry we’ll both benefit from them. You’ll see soon enough.”
She was pretty much the personification of the goth style
Pretty much the first image that would come to any boy’s mind when told to imagine a ‘big titty goth GF’
As they went into the bedroom and climbed into bed he asked again for her real mane
“I done did told you already, darling. It’s Six. My name’s Six. And it’s also very unimportant.”
He was drunk enough to let it slide
drunk enough to let a lot of things slide
Though she would not let him slide inside her
“Not yet,” she said. “We need those cans of Monster first.”
“What for?” he asked
“You’ll see. Hehe, like being teased?”
He watched her and smiled and nodded
“I thought so. You really look the type. And I really love teasing. It’s the mildest form of torture. Do you like torture?”
“Uh… like what?”
“Either giving or receiving. D’you like?”
“I don’t think o’ that.”
“Then perhaps it’s an undiscovered detail about you. Something you haven’t explored yet. Imagine what a shame it would be to go through life without knowing the absolute heights of pain and pleasure. To not know this is hell.”
Again, too drunk to be having a conversation. He felt like listening to someone read him poetry. So he just sat back in bed naked and watched her and waited for those damn cans to cool down in the freezer
“Life is all about the ups and downs of the human experience,” she went on, a dark smile on her face. "Yet so many people stop in the middle. What truly wasted lives they lead. To never know the extremes is a sin. But it’s fine to be sinful. What’s not fine is to actively seek to avoid, to stay away from the extremes. If you’re someone like that then the gods will send you a teacher, a guide to show you the way. I am that. And I can only lead one follower at a time, for it is necessary that I give him my full, undivided attention. And all he needs is to follow along like a good dog. That means to walk by my side on all fours while I hold him in a tight leash. He must sit when I tell him to sit and look up at the sky when I tell him to, and open up big for me to piss into his mouth, spit into it, put my cigarette out against his tongue. Like how it sounds?”
“Huh? I ain’t into–”
She was quick to silence him with one slim finger against the lips. “Shh. You don’t have to fight it. As a human being, this is simply your true nature. It’s who you are. Agree or not your real self wants to touch the limits. To go into the extremes. It’s alluring. You can’t resist it.”
“I…”
“Look, I want you to lie down for me. C’mon, on your back. Lie down. Let me grab this.” She placed her hand on his penis and worked on getting it hard again. “Good. Now close your eyes. Close them good for me and try to relax. Breathe deep. And accept that now, at this time and in this place only my voice exists for you. You listen to it as it tells you to imagine. Imagine you are yourself but in a world where you have power. All of it. You can do and have whatever you want. By simply asking for it. Now… How long d’you think it’ll take for you to get bored of it all and seek to go higher? Seek to go into the extremes. Remember, there are absolutely no consequences to your actions and you have anything you ask for. How long will it take for you to laugh at those less fortunate than yourself? How long until you rub it in their face? Until you start playing games with them to amuse yourself, to relieve boredom… Their lives are in your hands. Would you not command them to walk on all fours in your presence? And would you not starve them to drive them to desperation and then feed them your feces? Piss on them? Would you not enact your wildest most depraved fantasies with them? They’re your pawns. Make them fight each other for a piece of bread. Have them murder their own children. Eat them. Have a mother choose between fucking her own son or having her limbs removed one by one. See the desperation in her eyes as she’s faced with the choice. The dying light. Have them beaten, whipped, suffocated, cut a thousand times, branded with the hot iron, raped. Oh, there can be so much rape. How do you feel about having a woman glued to the ground on all fours, stuck there so she can’t move and then have a metal pipe inserted between her legs. A long metal pipe. Then build a fire to the other end of it. It’s metal so it’ll heat up, hehe. And tell her that she has to make you cum with her mouth before the pipe heats up to the point of melting her insides? Doesn’t the thought just get you hard? But wait. What if she does make you cum with her mouth and you just let her ordeal continue anyway, eh? Hahahahah!”
He went completely soft and shrank despite her hand trying to achieve the opposite result
“Listen,” he said, “I don’t know about that…”
She brought her hand to his face started caressing his cheek, tried to slide a finger past his lips, but he didn’t play to her script anymore
“Oh, darling,” she said, “I see you have a lot to learn. But I’m here for you. There’s nothing you need to worry about.”
He opened his mouth and she sealed it again with a finger.
“I think the Monsters are ready. I’ll go get them.”
Indeed cold as the rest of the freezer. Standing before him, she opened one can and gulped it down and then followed with the other
He watched her mute
watched as she then went into the bathroom and came out completely naked, holding only a white towel that she threw on the bed “Lie down and put that over your face. I’ll piss on you. Ever been waterboarded before?”
Daydreaming as a profession 