Page 9 of Mania

She turns on the fan. Slowly unpacks. Disappears into the bathroom with her toiletries. Reappears. Glances over to the mirror. Turns to face it, smoothing some of her flyaway curls behind her ears.

Stepping back slowly, I sit on the end of the bed not wanting to miss a single thing.

I stop breathing when she pulls her t-shirt over her head, revealing a blue lace bra underneath. I notice a few more tattoos, otherwise hidden beneath her clothes. A snake curling over her ribs and a delicate ornamental design underneath her breasts. I groan out loud and rub my face, my eyes still locked on her. The skirt is next. She shimmies out of it and lets it drop to the floor. She bends over her open suitcase, her black panties riding up her ass as she fishes out an oversized t-shirt.

Swallowing hard, my breathing turns ragged as I palm my hardening cock over my trousers.

I refuse to give in further as I watch her tug the shirt over her head, falling just below her hips, barely covering her panties. I stay watching her room, unable to move, long after she’s turned the lights off and climbed into bed.

Act One

I never savoredthe taste of obsession until him.

For decades, my greed was well fed. I was content.

Pleased with the souls I had slowly collected.

I let them roam the halls freely.

Aimlessly.

As long as they stayed.

As long as they kept me company.

As long as they loved me.

Then one day, he appeared.

And his soul was unlike anything I had ever tasted.

And his pain. Oh, his pain.

Like drinking the sweetest of wines.

And I knew. I knew.

Even before death, I needed to have him.

I needed to keep him.

I’d expel every soul keeping me alive if only to have him.

Him. Him. Him.

It’s a beautiful thing … Obsession.

It shapes you.

Molds you into the very thing you desire.

Consumes you.

Then, at least, after you let it fill up every little fissured part of yourself …

You realize you’ll never be alone again.

Chapter5

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