Will I have that chance again?
“Mark?” I call out again.
I’m standing in Susie’s living room now and I can see the trail of blood leading back to her bedroom and I have the strangest, sincerest wish entering my head. The one wish I would ask from a genie if I was granted three; not to have as many wishes as I want, but the wish would be that Susie Q had been a virgin when Mark fucked us and that was her innocence trailing along the floor.
But there are no genies here and there’s no such thing as magical wishes, are there?
Do I pray or is that a fairy tale too? Why am I prolonging the torture by just standing here and looking at the gentle drops of blood instead of going in and seeing what’s waiting for me? Why isn’t Mark answering me?
More importantly, why does it feel like the world is starting to press in around me?
With every ounce of courage, I find myself mustering, I begin to follow the trail back toward her bedroom. A place that was once a moment of wicked lust-filled endeavors might likely be a sarcophagus, and I don’t know how to react when I go in.
If he’s alive, do I try to save him? Attach his dick back to his body? Should I run and call the police? An ambulance? Surely there has to be a way to save Mark’s life and get Susie the help she needs, but at what cost? I’m as much a part of this as she is, and I know she’ll implicate me, but I can’t let him bleed out.
The closer I get to the door, the further away it seems and the darker the room seems to get.
I’m almost there; a few steps away from what I know will possibly shatter me into a million pieces and send me back into the dark place that I get sent to from time to time, but I don’t know if I’ll make it.
The room is starting to spin and I’m losing my footing. The cock starts to throb in my hand and the blood begins to rush over it again.
I’m on my knees now.
My head hurts.
The room ... it’s spinning faster now and everything is going black.
Where am I?
