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strange feeling.
    That night after
an exciting session, post-coital hunger hit them both hard. She
wanted him pressed up against her, but she needed the leftover
slices from the fridge more. He was happy to oblige, on both
counts. He rose and walked off, pretending to be a ghost. On the
way, he contemplated how much she meant to him, how she had made
him a better person, and how perfect they were together. He made
his way farther and farther down the unlit stone corridor to his
kitchen. He felt the warm afterglow of sex spread through his body,
his extremities tingled. He wondered why they fucked nocturnally,
and why most did the same. It didn't make much sense to him, but
such was life. He paused. What was that ‽ A slight glow slowly grew greater.
It shone in a triangle from the riser of one of the stone steps. A
frightening color, an impossible one at that for no light resided
there. It was a strange sky blue, which pearlesced yellow from time
to time. The man craned his neck to look at the triangle, trying to
decipher its origin. He wasn't sure what to do. It was a reflection
surely, or perhaps his mind playing a nasty trick. But what if it
wasn't just a shape cast by the moon or some streetlight? What if
it wasn't just some solemn bulb's whose rays had been sent
streaming through a scantily dressed vaulted window? What if it was
more? He was just being silly. Right? The only way to dispel his
fear was to touch that stone step. That would prove nothing was
there. Once and for all. He reached down, extending his index
finger and thought “here goes
nothing”. As he touched it he seemed to
vanish in a flash. What a pity none were there to see that bright
man stealing light .
    On waking he
saw the most beautiful creature to have ever graced creation. She
occupied the whole of his vision with her alluring aura. It
resembled a woman, but it clearly could not be. Every flick of each
ginger strand of hair licked the air with errant violet flames.
She, or rather it, was really quite unreal. He looked at her face
and realized immediately that what would follow would hurt. The
cream colored walls behind her were really quite plain, but for
some suspicious brown splatter. A dastardly look beset her deep
purple eyes; in their violet darkness was an endless pit which
pulled one in, ever closer. She grinned and walked away, leaving a
trail of mauve will-o-wisps in her wake.
    He just sat
there, staring at the stain è d walls. Many moments seemed to
pass before she came back, but when she returned she did so with
his lover in tow, shackled. The old ball and chain seemed to have
developed a rather more literal ball and chain. He'd been scared
before, but how he was terrified. He didn't know how they had
gotten there. It must have been that dread isosceles, but still;
how? More importantly, how had his beloved been brought into that
awful dungeon. He did not know what the redhead planned to do to
them, and he did not know why his lover was in shackles. All he
knew was fear. He trembled in trepidation.
    Her eyes
pleaded for mercy. She couldn't understand why he hadn't just
agreed to move elsewhere like she'd asked. She told him, not just
once, no, but rather a great many times. She told him she hated
their home, she told him that she felt something, she'd begged him
to move. But did he ever listen? No, of course not. She always knew
there was something funny about that house, and now it really
wasn’t very funny at all. She didn't know how she knew what she
knew, but one thing was sure, she was being marched to see her
lover by a creature, one the likes of which she'd never been
before. It resembled a man in shape, but could clearly not be.
Shadows of flame traced his movements, his limbs left trails of
scorching heat and shimmering disfigured air. His, or rather its,
perfect black hair glowed with an iridescent yellow fire. He was
chiseled beyond what any human could be and wore a chalk stripe
lilac suit. He towered above her, a giant