An Inconvenient Convenience..

Hands tied down,

Breath pounding like the speed of a drum,

Awaken by truth and rediscovery,

She watched me trundle down this path with my dark desires stretched out in front of me like holding a stack of unmarked papers,

Hell made me even feel comfortable here,

But psychological manipulation?... I think I'm in love...

Caught in an epiphany of a invasive dream like state. She was holding out her hand smiling saying how it was good to meet me. I immediately snapped out of it. "Hi, my name is Choco." I apologize for my rudeness you are just the most beautiful person I had ever met. Blushing with overwhelming butterflies attacking my inner core leaving me speechless and nervous. I could not shake the aurora that fanned her perfume and charm in my direction.

We had met at an gallery opening for this new local Artist that is on the rise. The photography was nothing like any photo that I'd seen taken in black and white. Pure talent and an honor to be a witness by double the amount of beauty that these four walls can posses. So much that it gave me goose bumps. How was it that I was under confabulation about anything that had taken place today outside of witnessing her smile.

After a few passing moments my husband walks up with the tea that I had asked for. "Thanks babe." He wasn't so much into the Art scene but could pass when he dressed the part. This had been one of our safe places to explore each others inner thoughts and speculations about Art, politics, money, history and the future. I know what your thinking. And to answer your question he had no idea of the life I put behind me to become the person who I am today. Before this perfect life I made for myself I was framed for the killing of three women in Canada.

One in witch was an jealous ex-girlfriend and the most current deceased girlfriend. In addition the witness they voted that was dead because after being missing for so long they never discovered her body. I had been on trial for months and months holding on by a thread, and the last bit of sanity I had left. They called me a monster, a narcissist, anything you can think of to prove that I was in fact guilty. A little truth since I am confessing, I did commit of the murders. I only stabbed my ex-girlfriend for shooting my latest girlfriend.

There I was facing my new reality standing in a triangle between two women that I love. One holding a barrel of envy and jealousy, and the other holding onto her innocence. It was initially my intention to save her. But I was a few moments too late. I came home one night and it looked as if there had been a fight. I immediately panicked shuffling from room to room. Calling out her name. When suddenly I heard a gun shot. My first instinct was to duck for cover but then realizing that someone had hit the hardwood floor.

I ran into the other room and my first instinct was to grab a knife from the kitchen to protect myself. When I got there I saw my woman on the ground with a gun shot wound to the head. I Immediately lost it. My lawyer got me off for self defense. But was it really? I knew deep down in my exes heart that she would never hurt me. I attacked her out of anger and frustration. Even the look on her eyes as I stabbed her was in complete shock.

I knew that she was willing to hurt everyone around me if I let her continue down this path. When I lived in Jersey I had a woman go missing after three dates. Never heard from her again, the same day her picture was on the news. While in England another woman I dated mysteriously fell off a bridge and plummeted to her death. It seemed like death kept following me. I figured this time would be different.

Since the crazy ex was no longer in the picture maybe I can finally be happy. I grabbed my husband by the waist and pulled him close. Softly greeting him with a smile. Moments after seeing my new muse walk into the restroom with glaring eyes. I excused myself from the crowd and followed her. As soon as I walked into the stall she slammed the door shut and pulled me close. Kissing me aggressively at first and then softer as she lowered herself on my body. This crazy rush was captivating. While also made me feel lucid.

I blacked out after she began to work her tongue around my clit. A soft awareness left my body. Placing her panties in my mouth so that no one can hear me moan. A small part of me felt suffocated and I liked it. Once I gathered what was left of my brain cells and came to. I walked out of the stall and put my hands down on the sink. As I looked up in the mirror there was blood splatter along my face and hands.

I looked to the ground and I could see puddles of blood along with her feet prying out the bottom of the stall. I held my hand over my mouth as I screamed. " Ahh shit! Not again!