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"Come on this adventure with me", said the candle ghost.
"I AM THE GHOST OF ..., wait I am important, my duties are romanticizing a fake past (flips script) blah blah, basically I am you but woman and hotter in every way shape and form", she said throwing the script on the snow making it wet.
"Does it say anywhere on my face I care, I wanna make money, I wanna sleep, I wanna play cards alone and checkmate myself in my own reality, and all that's up here", the man said with confidence.
"Your forehead", the ghost said grabbing his arm and flying off.
"I know you better than you do, so why leave the mortal realm well because I am here giving you the dreams you desire without any work of any kind", she says pointing at his forhead.
She lets go just to check out her own reflection to see if she looks dazzling, looking like a vintage victorian showgirl. They fly, but the laws don't work like they used too, as the man notices she isn't holding him, he falls down the snow all the way through his shadow looking at the town years prior and how he used to be a worker, an honest one. He made no wrong in his life all he did was try and be the best man he could be, each attempt at getting a job he would fail, he ended up poor, he couldn't even rob if he wanted too. Someone was bound to adopt him into a wealthy family, but it never happened, it was a bummer it felt like a bummer and as soon as the it will never happen kept on swaying and swaying at some point it happened. But at this exact moment he was a poor poor man, as soon as the candle ghost came, she drew up his wealth getting all the towns attention, his past became tainted because she changed it.
A wealthy family came in and adopted him, he became a great doctor, it went all so fast he fell in illusion of it all, he who ran away from his past wanted it tainted, she was giving him all that and like a siren sucking away at his will to leave, he eventually in reality became rich but what does richness offer, when you have gone through so much pain a little happy doesn't mean anything, it's more a thank goodness rather than a motivation.
"You became more a man of my type in this reality, you got all the girls you wanted, all of them looking at you, ... (and then she wispered) do you wanna leave", she said it right next to his ear.
"Yeah that's me", he said.
"But you don't decerve it, that didn't happen", she took it all away in an instant.
He pants at the mere sight of himself again, that is not me, they looked at me and he looked like me but he was not me, the man thought. As he grabs the ghost slowly inching his way to her neck, he is seen snapping the neck of someone, it was him. A lifeless version of him, he killed himself, the same one who was supposed to be rich, it felt nice killing someone ... "but be honest you like killing, you stopped caring, you stopped blaming when you got around to it, you accepted it inside", she wispered.
As the snapped neck looks right back at him, all the eyes circle him, his panic attack almost shocks him to his core. He is begging for someone as he inches toward death again, no argument stated no satisfaction in his craving of victory, and as he is still seen holding the neck of his dead self as he clenches for air, the dead body turns into the ghost as they lay in bed his hand over her neck now.
"This is true pleasure, the kind that never satisfies, you can't truly enjoy a happy moment, without a bad thing before it happens", she says this looking at him, romanticizing his anger, but he lingers he stops. He lets go of her neck, but she snaps it anyway. The biggest pleasure also comes with the biggest set backs and as there exists no limit of pain and pleasure it grows, as the pain grows.
"This is forplay baby, this is what you pay a lady like myself to do at the alleyway, but I let it down for free", as she streches her arms forming a hug to bring him closer, close enough to her face but far away from her just blatantly kissing him.
He takes off his clothes, his pants and as each pleasure and scream, he just couldn't hold back and as the blood gushed in like a flame it brought in a heat, she was a candle, she had no name and as each punishment she brought him closer and closer to his breaking point. It was worse than the last, even each pleasure didn't feel good anymore, it was the same, but the punishments got worse and worse, he was no longer a man with dignity, he lost it, he was no longer alive he felt it the next panic attack more faster than the last more pain than the last was he dying he asked but never close enough, it was again something he adapted too. He didn't feel the lust, but the pain he remembered it before it even began, the lust was just a countdown to the pain again, he felt ashamed again and again, he couldn't look into the eyes of a dead body anymore almost making him puke he wanted out.
She hated him never letting him kiss her, the closest to her dignity, touched everywhere but there. He began hating her, because he hated himself more for the monster he was, and as he took the last vintage of lust he took the knife she put down on the counter for him to stab her and stabbed himself, he felt something, but he was stopped by death close approaching. He didn't get to die, he already did, he didn't get to live a lie, because he can no longer blame himself.
"End this please", he begs asking death to stop holding away the knife.
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"Ooo but I've never dated a woman, h how am I supposed to act", the man said actingly.
"Dumb dumb it's not that type of adventure", said the ghost.
The man beginning to remember small tidbits this was all a new life too him, he needed to pretend. But his mind ruined and depraved the image of everybody he saw up there in the sky.
"I was hoping for another adventure, you know the one in my dreams, something like being dropped ten feet under instead of talking to a woman", said the man annoyed looking at her like the monster she was, still blaming others for his own faults.
"You won't be talking to anybody, oops oh no I think the ground wants to have a chat sorry", she said annoyingly and in monotone.
"BRING ME BACK UP WOMAN", said the man.
"People who destroyed the patriarchy say what", she said fast.
"What", the man responded.
"Now why should I help in any conceivable way hmm", she said as the man was standing on ground about to have a word with the lady before noticing he was on ground. Didn't feel pain, he was alive and as he checked his body opening up his coat only to fins skeleton he stopped looking stopped the curiosity and continued the banter.
"Patriarchy say wha", the man said in a mocking tone trying to slap the ghost phasing through stumbling into a tv as he sees people looking at him through the glass wall. He was naked, but he didn't feel anything just exposed and as he gave in the only thing he could do was breath a sigh and look at the sun as he tucked under his hat fully exposing his body to the onlookers, it felt better than the pain and the pleasure could make him puke he felt rightous being exposed for the man he was.
"What's going on and why are they judging me by staring at me intently", said the man. Still tucking his face under his hat.
"I am the ghost of death", said the lady. Fin.
As the story continued.
"I know you died but why am I here", said the man taking a while to understand what she said and when he did too tired to react.
(He could no longer hide behind dialogue as a man he wished he was)