I’m not real until I experience myself through the eyes of a toy. A toy I’ve allowed to embellish me with his most erotic and sophomoric desires. Allowed in the way Lotita allowed the cumming of her paternal lover on to her…

I’ve wondered what abyss he sank into after leaving this life. I wonder if he could see us grieving for him, behind a veil that he could clamour towards but never reach. Screaming, “My team needs me.”

My first steps were taken out of need: to take care of myself and to take my brother with me. I had no idea he would so soon leave without me.

I was not your typical prey; you stumbled upon me. Aimless, directionless. You did not hunt me down, did not track or trap me. You could not smell me, not even with my blood dripping from your chin.