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 ****, 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.