“I need him, yes, really I do.”
She’s motioned to a door I keep closed. I narrow my eyes, wanting to believe her but not sure. I keep that door closed for a reason. I’ve only opened it once and the result wasn’t good.
She gets close, holds my face and looks into my eyes.
“I am telling you, I want all of you. All. Of. You. And the one behind that door? I need him. I know why you keep that door closed and I’m asking you to open it for me.
I’ve pulled out my keys and I’m beginning the process of unlocking that door. I can hear him behind it, whispering to me, whispering in that seductive way he has. I tell her what he’s saying, I become his conduit again. She gets eager, desire rolling off of her in waves of scented heat. He talks to her through me and she swoons in my arms.
Just a few more locks and she’ll get what she needs.
The Bad Man is already leaning against the door.
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