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What to write I think. I stare at the sheet of paper in front of me on my tempered glass table. I chew top of my blue pen in between my teeth while I think.

What do I write? I say out loud this time, speaking to my empty room.

' Why not write about me? a voice says. I look to the left and see her sitting on my table. Her legs crossed in that knee length lacy red gown of hers. She smirks at me, giving me that seductive stare which she has once used on me. It worked, just like it is working right now.

Oh yeah, and what would I write exactly? I only knew you for a night, I smile back at her. My right hand moves to touch her but then I remember that she isn't really here so I retract my hand.

Well, there are a lot of things you could write about me. You know, about our time together. I mean, you did enjoy it, didn't you? she spreads her legs, revealing to me her vagina. I am lost in between her thighs for a moment but I look up to her and I smile.

Yeah, I did. But I also enjoyed the others. I smirk at her. I look down at my trouser to spot a tent in there. I'm getting horny just remembering those blissful nights.

Oh please. I'm sure I was better

Were you? I mean, he did treat me right, in all the right places. And that was after you, I presume,

I look to the right and sure enough, it's him. I chuckle at his comment and shake my head.

We had a great time, didn't we? I ask him. His face lights up and he smiles. Oh, he is a cutie.

So then write about me. Not this two cents whore in red.

She scoffs, eyeing him before turning her attention to me. I came here first, she declares.

That you did. But, you aren't the only one I had a great night with you know? There were several men, and women; before and after you. I say to her. Her face goes green with envy.

Then write about us all. That would make for a killer novel don't you think? she says. She places her hand over mine but it passes right through. She looks sad about that.

I have to agree with the whore. Write about us huh? You know, the world won't know it's us and please, let us live on in the lives of many. he says, I sigh. Well I guess I can do that.

All right, it is hard saying no to you, I say to him. He smiles once again, giving me a view of his pearly white teeth. He is such an attractive boy.

I stare at the sheet of paper in front of me with the spirits of my last conquest beside me. I think back to the several nights I would go out to clubs, pick up anyone who caught my attention and take them here to my apartment. We'd have crazy sex. A smile creeps on my face as I remember specifically how the night ends for us both: I pull the pillow from underneath their head and place it over them, squeezing the life out of them as I straddle them, locking them in a position where they can't escape. After I make sure that they're dead, I pull off the condom around my flaccid manhood; spill my cum in their mouth, take a picture of them then carry them to my bathroom where I inject a syringe into them, draining them of their blood before proceeding to decapitate them.

Yes I know, it's a messy business but I'm doing the world a favor. Because of me, there are less filthy people on the street. I keep their body parts in my freezer, taking it out the next day to be sold as meat (pork meat if you ask my buyers.)

I smile to myself, turn left but her spirit is gone. I turn right and he's also gone. I turn to the paper in front of me and I begin to write:

It all began on a cool night in summer…

By Adeyinka Ayomitide.