Sarah Lorynne 2
Sarah stood in front of the stained mirror, the dim light bulb barely illuminating the empty and cold bathroom. A dreary figure on the mirror's surface like the rotten portrait of an anemic ghoul marked by constant mutilation. Eyes injected with pig's blood, saliva laced with nicotine and lips lined with fine mycelial strands. Her long and thick black hair hung down the sides of her slender head like a silken hood. She closed her eyes and gently whispered to herself:
"Lecherous is my sucking at my fingertips to taste the remnants of your skin under my icy fingernails. I find myself writhing in my chaos of a life for your substance tears my reality apart like leathery membranes ripped away by a butcher's calloused hands. You poisoned me a thousand times to free me of a lordless life, just once more, I'll be just fine."
The syllables rolled of her tongue as if reciting a poem she diligently learned by heart. She knew these words weren't truly hers. Who these words really belonged to however, she did not know, nor did she know why they made her feel so implausibly sheltered.
"I must love what you've done to me.", she murmured.
These words on the other hand were truly hers. She was firmly convinced of that, yet no other thought in her head was at all cohesive, let alone clear. She could not tell dream from memory, thought from delusion, she was like a flesh puppet drenched in confusion, dragged through the gutter and left with nothing but a cold yet burning skin. Her reflection grew more grim by the second.
As the young and slender Sarah stood there breathing shallow breaths of tainted reminiscence, a light brown cockroach climbed up her right forearm which she rested on the side rim of the chipped sink in front of her. Sarah opened her eyes slowly as she felt the insect making its way up her arm and shoulder. With a frail and faint smile she guided her dark gaze onto the pill-shaped vermin as it stopped its quick march on top of her boney shoulder. Sarah turned her head to the right with her empty eyes staring intently at her new found friend, her vague smile now resembling a deprived grin. With great desire, she stretched out her tender tongue towards the bizarrely abhorrent little creature.
Without skipping a beat, the roach swiftly opened its wings and propelled itself onto Sarah's moist tongue with one rather clumsy yet quick leap. Her tongue shimmered ever so slightly under the muted cold white light, with the insect now perfectly in the middle of it. Slowly and with her mouth wide open as to not push the roach off with her upper lip, Sarah retracted her tongue and closed her mouth. Ever so gently, she pressed the cockroach against the roof of her mouth with the small creature showing no signs of struggle or even mild discomfort. After a brief moment, Sarah once again closed her eyes and smiled in enjoyment as the insect began to melt into a viscous honey-like concoction. This instantly sent Sarah into a divine state of endless delight, her body convulsing as she savored the thick syrup, pressing and rubbing her tongue against the roof of her mouth to spread the sweet substance around in her entire oral cavity.
Once the exhilarating honey, which was once a most undesirable vermin, mixed just enough with the girls saliva - she swallowed, which caused the pale Sarah to utter a primal and pleasure-filled moan as she tilted her head back, her eyes still closed. Upon ingesting the grotesque yet luscious fluid, Sarah felt as if countless arms of infinite ecstasy embraced her body, swarming her with sinful satisfaction. An intense minute had passed until the active agent sunk its teeth into every cell of her body. Sarah breathed heavily as she swung the bathroom door open and proceeded down a dark hallway towards a sliver of light shining through the crack of a door on the left, a mere four steps ahead. As she opened the door she was met with an almost empty room a light bulb hung from the middle of the ceiling giving of a subdued and cold light. Only a midsized bed with navy blue bed sheets surrounded by empty wine bottles, cigarette packs and razorblade wrappers stood in one corner of the room. A plain white nightstand with a handwritten note stood next to the unadorned bed. Sarah, slowly and with gentle steps, walked towards the bed and took one big stride with her left leg onto the bed to avoid stepping on the trash. She flung herself onto the bed and lay down on her back, a satisfied smile sneaking onto her silky lips as the warmth of the cockroach's elixir sent warm waves of coziness through her limbs making her neglect that in fact, she's never been in this place before. Still, she closed her eyes and whispered lustfully:
"I must love what you will do to me."