“I want to know all about you.”
“And I about you.”
“I want to know your secrets, your desires, your perversions, and your fears.”
“Yes...”
“I want to know what makes you smile, what makes you laugh, what makes you you.”
“I do too.”
“I want to know it all, I want to understand you, to know you. To love you.”
“Thanks.”
“And then I want you to take this knife and slit my throat.”
“You do?”
“Yes. And then I want you to gather my blood and bathe in it. Before it coagulates.”
“Of course.”
“And then I want you to pleasure yourself. In my blood. I want your semen in my blood.”
“I see...”
“And when you’ve cum in my blood, I want you to get dressed, without rinsing yourself off.”
“I can do that.”
“And then I want you to walk out in the streets and walk around so people can see me all over you.”
“Sure.”
“And if you get arrested, I want you tell them you killed me because you loved me.”
“Uh huh.”
“And tell them I wanted you to kill me. And tell them you won’t do it again. Since I’m already dead.”
“Makes sense.”
“And my body... I think you should bury my body before you go out.”
“Okay.”
“And don’t tell them where you buried it. I want to stay wherever you think I should stay.”
“Right.”
“Right.”
“You can feed me to dogs, if you want to. Or you can bury me under an elm.”
“Sure thing.”
“And I want to rot there, surrounded by earth, devoured by maggots and worms, knowing that my blood and your semen mixed.”
“Fine.”
“And one day, if you ever get out of jail, I want you to find me and remove me from my grave.”
“If I didn’t throw you to dogs.”
“Yes. And I want you to make love to me one more time. No matter what I look like. Even if my pussy’s gone. And it probably will be. But it shouldn’t matter.”
“Yes. And I want you to make love to me one more time. No matter what I look like. Even if my pussy’s gone. And it probably will be. But it shouldn’t matter.”
“No.”
“You’ll manage. Use my eye cavity if you need a hole. Be inventive.”
“I will.”
“And once your semen squirts on my dry bones, I want you to shout my name and apologize.”
“For what?”
“For nothing, that’s the point. Apologize. Then laugh and put me back in my grave. You may piss on me if you want to. I don’t care. I’ll be happy no matter what.”
“All right.”
“And then I want you to go on your merry way and forget about me.”
“I can do that.”
“You must. But I’ll never forget you because you’ll make me happy. Truly happy.”
“Will I?”
“I think so.”
“And then I can fall in love with somebody else?”
“Yes.”
“And I can kiss somebody else’s lips?”
“Yes.”
“And I can cum down somebody else’s throat?”
“Yes.”
“And I can caress somebody else’s legs?”
“Yes.”
“And I can bathe in somebody else’s blood?”
“If you must.”
“And sleep with another corpse and start the whole thing again until I, too, become a corpse?”
“You never will. You will be eternal. You will be remembered.”
“Do I want to be remembered?”
“Everybody does.”
“Do you?”
“Me more than everybody.”
“Then why do you want me to forget you?”
“I said that to be nice. I know that even if you wanted to, you couldn’t.”
“I think I could.”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“I really do. It’s not that hard.”
“It would be impossible. You can’t sleep with a corpse and bathe in blood and forget about it. You just can’t.”
“I think I could.”
“I’m telling you, you couldn’t. But if you do, that’s fine. Once I’m dead, I guess it doesn’t matter if you forget me.”
“That’s right.”
“And once you’re dead you’ll also be forgotten.”
“No, you said I’d be remembered.”
“I lied again. Because I wanted to be nice.”
“So I won’t be remembered?”
“No. You’ll be another unknown. And they’ll hate you and they’ll fear you. And once you’re dead, they’d rather forget about you, and they will.”
“Don’t you think that would be impossible?”
“No. It would be easy.”
“I don’t think so... People can’t forget that easily.”
“Then it means you won’t forget me either.”
“But I will.”
“Then they’ll forget you, too.”
“So you’re saying: as long as I remember you, they’ll remember me?”
“That’s right.”
“Fine by me.”
“Fine... So, now, are you ready to use that knife?”
“Yes.”
“Will you really jerk off in my blood?”
“I can’t wait.”
“Then let’s do it and let’s be remembered.”
“Yes, let's.”
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