(Silence)

Listen to me > my neck is bleeding more now. I just want to see your face. Look, you can put your hands around my throat. I don't mind. Just damn well come back. It's too confusing here by myself. My feet are pushing against something > I can feel that now. And my neck. There really is something wrong with it.
Seriously, everything feels different.

> > >

> Please, what is it I'm looking for?
I'll show you. Right now if you like.
> No, tell me what it is first.
(Silence)
> You're driving too fast.
Trust me, we'll be fine.
> No, slow down.
I said, trust me.
I know what you want.

> > >

Ramming my mouth so hard that I puked all over your cock. Not very nice at all really > but these are the games. This is what we do, right?

Me laying here so quietly. Thinking about just this. Out here, you know, where you left me. My fucking neck a damn mess. I'm understanding more now you see. At least it's the truth isn't it? I couldn't tolerate it otherwise. You slapped my face, fucked and fucked me, cut me open > those dark little buildings imprinted on my mind. You know, the ones edging the highway. Even with my eyes finally closed they were still there. The people too.

But then, for a moment, I just hurt until everything was > well, nothing at all.

A solitary climax. An irresistible compulsion I chose not to ignore >
but it explains nothing. I know, I know. If I'm not careful I could slip into a very bad state of mind.

But I can't control what I'm doing and
I can't control what's going on.

You see >>>
I'm in Truro again. Not Truro Massachusetts. Another Truro. Somewhere else. Just as deathly though. Lots of dead women between them. These Truro towns > so many gruesome fucking lonely murders ... And you brought me here, to this one, to this screwy outback desolate one because > well I don't know why.

Ah, the dead.
Can my life go on?

This just kills me >
Self-portrait as an afterthought.

You groom your victims well.

> > >