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What an idiot. What a fucking idiot. He doesn’t know I can hear him talking to himself. He’s more upset that his cleaning lady and sure fuck is dead than he is about me. Listen to him. If he calls me a slut one more time I swear I’ll rip his heart out. I’m going to do that anyway, just not yet.

And look at the dress he put me in. Baby blue and down to my fucking ankles like I’m some kind of bible-thumping Baptist. Fucking idiot. I hope his heart is still beating when I rip it out of his chest. That way the blood will pump right inside me. Better than your momma’s tit.

I can’t wait to get this stupid dress off. That’s it, dumb fuck; here I come.

It all seems very peaceful. They say it’s supposed to be peaceful, but I don’t know. How would I know; she’s the one that’s dead. All I do know is that sweet ass is gone and now I’m going to have to find some other worthless slut to dump a load into. What is that noise? They have mice in funeral homes too? Didn’t think there would be anything good to eat in a funeral home. What do I know? Stupid slut. You think she could have cleaned the fucking house before she decided to up and fucking die.

Robert. Oh, Robert.

What, now I’m hearing things? Please.

Robert, I hate this dress, Robert.

I swear it’s her voice. But it’s in my head or something. Shut up. Stupid bitch. If she wasn’t such a good lay I’d have put her ass out years ago and now I hear her fucking voice in my head. She’s dead. Dumb slut.

I’m coming, Robert.

I’d be coming too if you hadn’t died. Right in your ass. You wouldn’t let me but I always wanted to. Said that wasn’t natural, even animals don’t do that. I could do it now, though.

Okay, Robert. Do it now. No one’s here. No one will ever know. They’re all gone. I’m going straight to the ground from here. Come on, do it.

I think I’m going to do it. No one is here. The director said she’d give me as much time alone as I needed. I’m going to do it. I hope they don’t lock these things. Christ, my dick’s hard. I swear I could break it open. Oh, too easy. Just a pair of thumb latches.

That’s it, Robert. Close now. It’s going to feel so good. I won’t tell.

Man, is she cold. I kind of like the pale skin, though. I’m going to hate messing up her hair, but who’s going to know. Now I just have to get that dress higher.

Closer, closer. That’s it.

Robert didn’t expect the hand that shot up with those sharp nails that crammed through his clothes, flesh and bones, then deep into his chest. The oh-shape his mouth formed was about a tenth of the size of the hole that was now in his chest. She could hear his last thoughts as his bowels unloaded: Why am I coming? I didn’t even get her dress up.

With her mouth wrapped around the veins of Robert’s heart, she let his blood flow straight down her throat. Better than your momma’s tit. When it emptied she took his wrist and cut deep into the vein with her sharpened teeth and sucked till he was dry. A little more work without the heart to help out but certainly worth the effort. Fucking idiot.

They’ll never know it’s him; all dead bodies weigh the same, don’t they? Now, about this dress.