She held the gun to my head like she was giving me a kiss. The barrel was cold with her desire and like always I couldnt tell if she was out to kill me or fuck me.

We’ve done this dance before, the push and pull, the I hate you but I love you, its entertaining for both of us. A way to get away from the boredom that is everyday life. When we first met she told me what it was: Show me something amusing or leave. An ultimatum from the jump.

Shes a nasty woman, mean and in need of control. Sharp sounds bother her, bright lights bother her and if you bother her then god rest your soul. And in this moment, with the gun against my forehead, it seems the knife I have at her throat means nothing.

She looks up at me with those eyes darker than a black hole and beckons me forward. “Show me something.” she says, and I cant help but smile. Shes a nasty woman and I am a nasty man.