Moments later, things had clamed down again. Dead silence was everywhere. The suite was still trashed from Ann’s rampage earlier. All of the lights were cut off except for the bathroom. Ann herself was lying face up in the full bathtub. She was only dressed in her lacy black bra and panties. Her left hand was still bleeding badly from when she cut it from grabbing the broken glass. The water was slowly turning red. The woman didn’t move a single inch.

Ann’s mind slowly began to wander into her past. Her vision was blood wine red. She saw herself making love to Chris. Those were the only times she felt safe in her life. Chris was so gentle to her. He would hold her tightly in his strong warm arms. His lips would softly meet hers. Ann would lightly wrap her legs around her husband as she gently ran her thin fingers through his dark hair. She felt like a child bride under him. Ann couldn’t explain what it was, but she felt so safe in Chris’s arms. Each thrust from him reminded her of that. Her soft whimpers and moans were her way of saying she loved him.

Ooooh Babe

Don't leave me now

Don't say it's the end of the road

Remember the flowers I sent

I need you Babe

To put through the shredder

In front of my friends

Ooooh Babe

Don't leave me now

How could you go?

When you know how I need You

To beat to a pulp on a Saturday night

Ooooh Babe

Don't leave me now

12/26/70:

Ann sat at her desk again writing. She was as if she had finished sleeping with Chris. Depressed and guilty. After her husband would go to sleep, Ann would lie awake in bed crying. She really needed Chris to hold her again. She always felt cold and clone without him. Drops of blood fell onto her paper along with her tears. But, separation anxiety about Chris was only half of the problem.

Ann always thought about Paris after sex. She always felt guilty about marrying and sleeping with Chris. She felt as if she had ruined their marriage and driven Paris, Apple, and Honey away into the arms of another man. Debbie kept running those thoughts into her head.

Behind her, Paris’s shadow walked along the wall. She quietly made her way to the Goth writer and froze in her tracks. The shadow morphed into a hideous monster. This horrible beast looked like a praying mantis with blood dripping from its razor-sharp fangs and sticky sharp claws. The monster flew over Ann and breathed its heated deadly breath over her. The Goth looked up and fell backwards in terror. She tried to crawl away to safety as fast as she could. The monster just flew after her victim. She hissed violently at Ann. The Goth began to think about Chris and the steamy moments they shared in bed. That place was her only haven. Anywhere with Chris was her only haven from this evil called Paris. Ann ended up sitting in the corner on the floor crying.

How can you treat me this way

Running away

Ooooh Babe

Why are you running away?

Ooooh Babe!