Push Her Off

After the shock of being lept upon wore off, I tried to put my limited hand-to-hand defense training to work. Wishing that I had practiced it more over the past couple years, I managed to twist her wrists around and spin her off me, putting myself on top and, once again, getting jabbed by her stupid belt.

So, like before, I smacked her in the face. This time it didn't knock her unconscious, but it dazed her long enough for me to get up and flee the ladies' room like my life depended on it.

I quickly left Masque, swearing never to return. True to form, a taxi was waiting nearby and I prayed the driver wouldn't notice any blood as I told him the name of the hotel.

By the time I entered my room, I was on the brink of tears. I stripped off my dress and climbed into the shower, turning it nearly scalding hot. As the water flowed over me, I finally stopped holding back the tears.

What the Hell was wrong with me? I just bit some poor girl in a bathroom for fuck's sake. And then, the crazy bitch asked me to make her like me! Christ Almighty, what the Hell am I?

The answer was obvious, if unbelievable. And I sat there crying in the tub for a long time.