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conquest?”
    “Yes.”
    “I think it was the other way around, you horse-faced whore bag.”
    “Now, now, there’s no need to lie. We all know you’d never slip your dick into a horse’s mouth. I’d say I’m more like a minx or some sultry animal like that.”
    “You’re still a whore bag,” I said.
    “I’d never deny it.”
    “Take off the fucking mask,” I said.  “I already know it’s you under there, Calisto. I don’t know what the purpose is in wearing that thing.”
    “To intimidate you, of course,” Calisto said.
    “Your Darth Vader impersonation doesn’t intimidate me,” I said.
    Her head tilted to one side. “I suppose you’re right. You certainly don’t seem scared. Perhaps I will take off the mask then, but I have to warn you, looking at my face may have you falling in love with me all over again.”
    “I highly doubt that. I hate you, Calisto. I hate your face, I hate your rotten soul, and I hate your entire body, up to and including your spleen. I especially hate that unregulated abyss you call your vagina.”
    There was a moment of pause.
    “My feelings are hurt, Lincoln, especially after all those lovely moments we’ve spent fucking each other’s brains out.”
    “Good. I’m happy you’re hurt. You don’t deserve a single ounce of happiness, in this life or the next.”
    “It’s bad karma to hate someone, you know.”
    “It’s bad karma to force your fuck buddy to murder his friends in a twisted game of Russian roulette,” I spat.
    Sinister’s head lolled to the other side. Why was she moving with such jerky motions?
    “Do you treat all your fuck buddies with such disdain?” she asked.
    “No, just the ones that act like first class cunts such as you.”
    There was something about her laugh, masked by the voice scrambler, which sent an unpleasant coldness through my spine.
    “What about her Lincoln, do you consider a first class cunt as well?” Suddenly the hood came off and instead of Calisto’s bitchy mug staring back at me it was Juno, the tattoo artist whom I recently fucked atop of her artist’s table.
    A dark circular hole filled her forehead.
    She was dead. That’s why Sinister’s movements on the television looked so clunky. They were moving Juno’s corpse like a puppet.
    I felt sick. However, I wouldn’t allow Calisto to see my true emotions. It would only feed the wild fires of her twisted heart.
    Instead, I shrugged my shoulders, feigning disinterest. I strolled over to the television and yanked out the power chord. The television still remained on.
    “Aww, what’s the matter? This bitch’s death struck a chord? You’d be surprised how much information she divulged about you, Dorian Black.”
    Great, the room was wired up with a speaker system. There was most likely a camera somewhere also.
    I guess that was my next project while imprisoned here. I needed to find all the hidden cameras and remove them.
    “And what kind of name is Dorian, by the way?” Calisto asked.
    Dorian was the name which Juno had known me by. For every different woman I’ve encountered in my life, I used a different name. Strangely enough, I remembered each and every one of the hundreds of aliases I created over my lifetime, and who knows me by what. My current name, Lincoln Richards, seemed to have the most lasting power.
    “What, not even a tear?” the bitch continued to rant. “I seem to recall after you put a bullet through James head, you were on your knees groveling like a little child. I’m not going to lie, seeing you like that had me wondering where your balls went. You lost your stones which had fit so perfectly in my mouth.”
    I wished she would remove the voice scrambler already. It was awkward listening to the deep voice of a man talking about past sexual encounters with me.
    I closed my eyes and thought of James, Donald, and Brevin, and the looks of horror on their faces when we were forced to play that game of Russian roulette. Despite making peace