He opens his eyes to find her sitting at the end of his bed, she is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, even in the dark of the night. She turns her head towards him and smiles from the corner of her mouth, her eyes glow like ambers in the moonlight. She reaches towards him, caressing his inner thigh as she begins to touch her lips onto his teasingly. They continue passionately until she begins to flicker. Startled he sits up, she just puts her finger to his lips to shush him before she fades away as if she never existed at all.
Shocked he jumps out of his bed, only to fall into dark murky water. He tries to swim upwards but he cannot, he can only sink at an alarming rate. He panics and begins to lose breath quickly, desperate he tries to ascend for breath again but does not succeed. The feeling in his body disappears, everything turns to black, he is out of breath.
He opens his eyes, he is no longer drowning but lying in a meadow with flowers of all colours gently swaying in the breeze. He sits up dazed and confused, staring at her as she stands magnificently in the moonlight amongst the flowers. They were different from the other flowers, they were not bright, cheerful or colourful like the rest. No, these flowers were withered and brown as if they are dead. As she takes a step towards him more flowers begin to decay. She takes another step and another as the flowers around her disintegrate. She lifts her finger to her mouth to whisper ‘shush’ and as she does, it begins to rain. The rain however smells of rusty metal and is of a red hue. Blood! It’s raining blood. He looks back at her concerned, she flickers again before disappearing as she did before. The flowers begin to wilt and die in the meadow, before long the brownish black colour of death had overtaken the other colours. The earth rumbles. Still puzzled by what has happened, he looks to the ground as it starts to crack creating a huge dark fissure in the earth that he falls through.
Landing onto his soft mattress, after what seemed to be hours of falling weightlessly in the pits of darkness itself he looks around his room. In the far corner, he spots her enchanting figure in the dark. She smiles from the corner of her mouth and elegantly embarks towards his bed once again. As she moves, the wooden panels that are his walls began to rot and decay just as the flowers had done so, in the colourful meadow. He stood from his bed and moved into her embrace, his gaze affectionately drawn to her mouth. As they kiss he feels as if his energy, his life force, his soul itself is being suckled right from his body. He can’t stop, her lips are wonderful, he can feel his body getting old and withered as they continued their passionate act. It won’t be long until he ends up just like the wood in his walls or the flowers in the meadow, he can feel the skin on his body rotting away into nothing, disintegrating like paper in a furnace. The only remains of him is the dust that his bones had crumbled into, feeling satisfied with herself she licks her lips in delight.
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