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[Lessien Melwasul]

~Sin City was a dangerous place for Lessien to be. There were no limits. There were no eyes of judgement. There was only the base price of things and lives.~

"You can be almost anything."

~Alice sighed with freedom.~

"For a price."

~Women sell their bodies for the strangest things: shoes, virtual love or emptiness. They sold themselves cheap, then wrapped themselves up and sold it all over again.~

"Fresh as the Spring of life."

~Alice's eyes lingered on the naked, porcelain skin in a human line across the sheets. The nameless back lifted and fell with each opiated breath. The nameless breathed the air of lotus deeply. Her Sin City guard lowered because it was an older woman who had purchased her skin for the evening. Women with their gentle caresses. Women who were not here with her now.~

"We will rise again."

~The night had been an orgy of violence. The ghosts had wailed for living blood and got it by the buckets. Lessien had got her hands very dirty and her experience had carried her far into the land of youth and future dreams. But all good things had to end.~

"All good things stay with me."

~The form of Lessien had finally crumpled under the weight and violence. The great, hissing static of unconsciousness as she hit the mat hard. It had been a lifetime ago it seemed. Now she stood cleaned and naked, each scar on her body had a name and a date. Names and dates almost visible as she slid her battered knee between the nameless's legs. They opened with heroin ease and no sound of protest as the hand of Lessien wrapped deep in jet black hair. Control, no pleasure. Lessien never confused the two as her forearm pressed against the back of the neck, her weight settled against the back of locked and exquisite legs. Again there was no struggle, Lessien's skin absorbed the youthful heat while Alice's fingers traced the skin of the back again, again, and again.~

"I'm going to tell you a story."

~Betty said with hot, live breath close. But whether or not she was talking to Alice of the whore was open to debate. Not even Alice knew but she replied easily.~

"Please."

~The equally practiced hands of Lessien unfolded the Smith & Wesson CK5TBS Bullseye Extreme Ops 4.1" 40% Serrated Black Tanto Blade. It was dull in the light of it all. Dull in the darkness that protected her sensitive eyes. Eyes dilated in expectation as the blade traced soft and cold against the skin. Betty leaned close to whore's ear and whispered in quiet honesty.~

"You are my living, breathing diary."

~The cuts were shallow, tiny and seemingly endless each just enough to bring blood to the surface. The ink to check her progress and read aloud. Sweat glistened on the form of Lessien.~

Penelope Lea

Nicole Mauler

ReD

~Alice breathed cool against the drying skin. Betty spoke quiet again, spent and tired and far away.~

"One by one I'm going to erase them from you, Lover."

"One by one."

"Oh each one of them is going to remember me."

"One by one."

~Betty folded up the blade and it fell against the floor with a clatter. The nameless form turned over face stained with tears but mind still chained with the lotus. Alice cupped her face with gentleness.~

"One by one."

"They'll pay for what I've done to you."

~She kissed her deep and

long

before dressing and slipping into the Sin City haze of 4:13 am.~