Warning: contains violence and strong language.

That bitch.

It happened on that night, that warm and sweltering night.

I was in bed, whether asleep or half-asleep, I don’t really recall, but she came into the room quietly and unannounced and really without my permission, and before I knew it, she was already all over me.

And a part of me flowed into her.

In all honesty, I had no intention of things turning out that way, but given the time and the state of my mind, there was little I could do to stop what took place. And I never had any feelings for her. Good feelings, that is…

And she was gone by morning. As quietly as she came, she left, leaving me alone, lying there alone, feeling miserable, upset, and exploited.

When I saw her again, I flew into a violent rage, and swung my hand hard and mercilessly at her.

She fell backwards onto the bed. I pinched her hard.

That bitch.

Bitch.

Bitch.
Bitch.
Bitch.
Bitch.
Bitch.

Bitch.
Bitch.
Bitch.
Bitch.
Bitch.
Bitch.
Bitch.
Bitch.
Bitch.
Bitch.
Bitch.
Bitch.
Bitch.
Bitch.
Bitch.

Bitch.

Mosquito
This was after I placed her in a scrap of Straits Times and pinched her.

Bitch.