I was always read ancient stories, when I was young. My neighbor would always read me stories about women of legend. While my step mother beat me and my father was lifted with spirit, I would crawl into these stories leaving myself behind like my mother did me. Just flower petals waiting to decompose.

I took only my neighbor with me. She would weave worlds for me to melt into. The only womb I’ve ever known.

My father never told me about my mother. I always wanted to believe that she was a lady from a story, an ancient goddess that came back just so I could be born. Now I know she was just some druggy that didn’t even know she was a mother, I crawled my way out of a barren cave that knew no strangers.

There was a time where girls were thought to be made out of sugar and spice, not drugs, real sugar and spice. I wonder if that is why they crave what’s between my legs so. And I would melt into woman into worlds into nothing.

Eve came to me in a story about a silly man-God that loved in the most sadistic way. Eve was wonderful, beautiful, and brilliant, but she was just a slave. One day the most beautiful creature, like a river, rushed to her side to show her a better way. Knowledge was what it offered. Forbidden by the jealous God, she knew that freedom was a high price but beauty must not be bound.

The fruit was poison but she had had worse in her mouth. Her lips traced the skin of the fruit with more passion than her master imagined with his eyes closed and Eve on her knees.

She crawled on top, her perfect teeth penetrating the skin into meat, pinning it with her hands and dominating. Eyes rolling back tongue excited blood rushing as her lips pulse for the first time; soft with the wetness. Pulsing and throbbing rhythmically, her chest rising and falling, each moment building upon the previous. Liquid ecstasy running down her chin across her immaculate breast. Sweet trail followed by her fingers that ventures lower and lower. She found the sweetest cherry in the apple pie. Her garden blooming by her green thumb. Tenderly and lovingly her rapture descended. She sinks into herself wrapping her flesh around flesh. She was going deeper into her as her fingers graced her soul. Heat and passion over whelming forging power and pleasure. Pulsing and throbbing, the self rises with the shortening breathe and moans. . Breathing becomes a task, gasping for air but her heart beats on towards a glorious victory.  Flood gates open and infinite darkness takes over as she falls into pure bliss. She collapses to the ground, eyes burn from the light and her flesh is weak. She sleeps holding herself. She has never known such tenderness and kindness, but her arms keep them close.

I just watch from the side. She rises from her skin and smiles affectionately at me then steps away from her mass. And I step into her skin. She waves goodbye, glances over at my childlike body bleeding in the corner and kisses me. I swear I see her holding silver coins, but I fall into flesh as she rises to the moon, unpopulated.

I wake, my skin stinging and swelling to where I know it to be. My flesh rapping me with its memory of violence and neglect. But blood dries and flesh will grow back.

I rise and clutching a gun I found in the alley and keep under my skirt. I find my sleeping precursor and hector. I have no bullets, only the butt of a pistol, but “man endures pain as an undeserved punishment; woman accepts it as a natural heritage.”

I saw Eve smile down at me from the corner of the ceiling. She reached out and took my soul by its hand and told me she would hold it for safe keeping. I knew I should have cried by I didn't care. She was doing me a favor. I remember feeling confused as this little frail creature oozed out of my fingers. It was quiet small and full of peace. It was everything weak in me. Everything that kept me bound here. It was my fall, and I beat it out.

My hand rises with Thor's Mjööllnir, “Men are taught to apologize for their weaknesses, women for their strengths”, and I can hear him screaming forgiveness on my behalf. Flesh heals and blood dries, but their maul minds and mashed eyes will never forget my might and grace. Just me and a gun and blood on my back.

I stood over their bodies for hours. I waited for the sheets to fill their absorption point and spill to the floor. I waited for liquid red to fade to crisp brown. I was their salvation, their only redemption. Their sins were now mine and I would pin those transgression to the hollow place Eve gave me.

I had given Eve what she was never written to have.

I forgot what their faces looked like. I couldn't pick them out of a handbag if they were the only two in there. I don't even remember their name, just their sins. I will always remember sin.

I was walking with a ghost out of my mind and I suck on my tongue in remembrance of you.

I spent a few years on the street, jsut existing like the rest of the sheep. Pulled some tricks and learned a few while i was at it.

There was a man that like them young, so to say. He was someone I could jsut sink my teeth into, and I wonder if he thought my smile is childish and innocent when he realized that he would have sit to pee. I doubt it occured to him, I had yet to learn the virtue of patients. He served his purpose and I learned a few valuable leasons, how to take a punch and there are worse things than death. I always thought I had a soft spot for mercy, but I've learned true mercy is ment to follow agony. Too bad his friends didn't agree.

Apparently chocking on your own severed cock dismisses any speculation of suicide. So I disappeared.

I learned how to fade in and out, transform myself into whatever was craved. I made men go mad with passion and they would recognize me if i sat next to them. Cash and kibble got me through the day just fine.

I did small jobs for powerful men and if I was lucky it wasnt all fucking. I was a secret that were hoping would flower in their sun. But my flower is suffering moist with sweet honey and I'll shatter any garden. So I got a job with Militech.

They were willing to train me and pay me for it. Those sexist bastards. Fucked them so hard even priest don't praise the gods that loud. I curved my appitate to dominate and crush, for a while. But oh how apples need to be bitten and men put in their place.

I knew my superior, Androcles (glory of a man), masterbated thinking about me. Naked spreading my lean muscular legs, wet ready and begging for his little manhood to slide in. Breast plump and smooth as he pumps and licks my tender weak flesh. I bet he imagined I would scream and beg for more. I it was more than I could resist.

He graced the small of my back with his strong god-like hands. The air around him was sweet as he passed. His eyes sparkling like a starving dog spotting a steak. Like all good meat I couldn't help but be tempting. I knew what was comming. We were alone and he made his attentions known.

I knew what he wanted and gave it to him.

I acted like I was innocent and scared, I even went as far as to have him pull his gun out to force me on my knees. I made him pin me while crocodile tears poured down my face. Made him feel like a strong man forcing my legs open, while my body quivered. He was rough and hungry. I could taste his craving as his tongue ran across my lips. It was almost fun playing the scaraficial sheep, but I bored easily and it was my turn.

I thrust so hard he screamed as his nuts where smashed. I snapped both his wrist and bloodied his face before his first scream was finished. It wasn't hard and at this point neither was he.

We were just getting started. I stood up and jumped on his knee cap before hsi could wape the blood from his eyes. I bound hsi arms behind his back and his legs over his head to a poll. i laid in between them and with a gentle kiss i fucked him up the ass with his own pistol.

It wasnt long before someone came in and found us. I knew I had to flee. I pulled the gun out and shot the intruder and turned it to my superior. But it was too late before i knew it there were people on me and the gun was out of reach. No man can pin me and lubed up with sweet they couldn't get a grip and I escaped.

I felt it was time for a carreer change, five months was a long time and it was best I leave.

Androcles wont forget my face and I wont forget his screams.