I looked out of the window, the dark street outside was lighten only by a struggling lamp. I sighed and got up, walked toward the kitchen, and poured the steaming water from the kettle to a white little cup. I took the milk tankard, the sugar and the tea, and mixed them all together with the water, slowly breathing the wonderful smell of the tea. I looked again at my tea, filling something was missing, then quickly nodded, knelled to a low drawer, and pulled a half empty bottle of whiskey out of it.
After drinking my "strengthen" tea, I went back to my study, where I sat on an old armchair.
'Again?...'
'Do it.'
'But why? I don't even enjoy it anymore?'
No matter, do it anyway.'
That was it, I knew there was no point to argue with him, and so did he.
Was it him? I wasn't sure now, He usually didn't argue with me, he commanded me. Maybe I am doing it without him now?
Ever since I met him, my life were a living hell. He called himself Mr. Grey, and the name somehow suited him just fine.
I met him when I went to china-town with Mary, she said I have to try the smoke at least once, and beyond that smoke sat Mr. Grey, waiting.
It can't hurt you, you know. It's just a flower, Do it!
I craved to do it, but I knew Grey was waiting just for that, I swear I tried to resist, but I couldn't.
I got up of the chair in a boost of energy, stumbled my way across the room to my dresser, and in one swing, opened it widely. It looked like a screaming mouth, I never forgot that scream.
I searched inside until I found my goal, a little brown bag. I opened it with desire and stuffed the powder inside my pipe, then lighten it with shaking hands.
The bliss was immediate, I sat back, and faded away.
Look who came back for more...
Pleasure dripped from this voice, but also the promise for pleasure, and hunger.
Soon enough, I won't have to do a thing. You know where this road ends, I think you enjoy it...
I couldn't argue, Mr. Grey had a point there.
Well, let's go, then!- He urged me.
I quickly got dressed and grabbed a knife, I then got out to the street, and summoned a chariot to take me to the east.
After I paid the hackman, I wandered around until I founded what I was looking for- a pub.
I got in and ordered a drink, a man pushed me. I kept looking down. He left me.
After drinking, I went out. The fires in the lamps were brighter then ever, and the sounds of the street gushed me, an old, reeking of booze woman came toward me and touched my thigh.
I followed her to the alley, as long as she was a woman, I wasn't very judgmental.
She pulled up her skirt, revealing to me her so called "merchandise" I smiled, she smiled back. No teeth.
Yes!- Mr. Grey yelled.
Yes!- Was that Mr. Grey?
Soon her toothless mouth will look like the dresser, like Mary's mouth, and that other whore, too.
The knife shined in the light of the fire. I deeply enjoyed that certain look in her eyes right then. No! Mr. Grey enjoyed! He had to be the one who enjoyed!
"I think you enjoy it..."
I hacked her throat accurately, so she won't die, not yet... The damp wall was in her blood.
Then, I slashed her throat again, or was it Mr. Grey?
Of course it was, why would I do such a horrible thing!
She was weeping, her blouse covered in blood, tears and snot.
I took her left hand, and rested it on her chest. Macabre. Delightful.
Open her!- Mr. Grey yelled in ecstasy, though I had a hard time recognizing him from me- but it had to be him!
I opened her stomach, gutting her like a fish in the market, then removed those soft red things from inside her to her shoulder. I couldn't help but wonder- Do I look the same inside?
Now, it's time to take what ours...
My hand inside her, searching... Founding.
I took her womb and packed him- This belongs to me!- then wore my long coat again, and walked out of the alley, not looking back.
When I got home, I hidden my trophy in a little, secret closet of mine.
I went to the kitchen, and opened the drawer. The bottle was quickly opened and consumed.
The world was a bit dizzy right now, I changed my clothes, and burned the blood soaked clothes I was wearing during the night.
Great job!- Mr. Grey warmly greeted me, or was it me?
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