She sat in the center of a pentagram, a sheer black thong and lace bralette the only cloth covering her skin. The woman I was in was nice—young and supple, a perfect host. Porn I wanted her to feel everything. I opened my eyes then, gazing at the white drop ceiling above us, the metal holding the stained tiles brown and black from years of smoke—drug and candles alike. I pulled his underwear over his erection and sent it down with the pants, engulfing him at the same time. I pounced on him, ripping off his shirt so roughly I sent buttons scattering to the sides of the room. His eyes were wide, bloodshot. At the brink of consciousness, I pulled back, letting her gasp in air desperately. The girl’s body might need to breathe, but I had no qualms pushing her to death.
