Ilse slouched forward, face to the brightly lit widescreen monitor, an everchanging glow of colours escaping the case of her gaming pc. The sound of cooling fans spinning the air was a comforting one to her.
Her head was preoccupied with Vidar's bridge, an old-school style crpg she'd often revisit to play. Left hand on the keyboard, right on the mouse. Click and tapping, pausing and improvising new tactics.
She takes a break, taking a sip out of the beer can next to her. Its cold sensation was refreshing. Resuming, she fits new equipment on her characters, making small minuscule choices. She highlights a quest in her inventory.
"Clear the kobolds from Mine #4 on the outskirts of Tenebrim."
Peace of cake
She fast travels, runs the party across the plains, and prestacked every character with stat-boosting buffs. Then she entered the mine. She flicks her mouse all over, from corner to corner, no sight of any kobolds. She finds several chests, filled with mediocre loot. Takes it anyway to sell later. She stops when the game screen starts shaking. A warning is flashed on the display.
A massive snow dragon jumps her party out of nowhere, Two hits, and one dragon breath later. Her party lay dead.
GAME OVER
"This was the wrong fucking mine, fuck!" she starts banging her desk. She realized she hadn't saved. She panics and presses the Home button plus alt+F4 and she shuts down the game.
"What a stupid fucking game." and yet, she knows that she chose to play on the nightmare difficulty.
She slams the keyboard, sending it flying away, her can of beer, spilling alcohol all over her gaming desk.
She groans. "Ilse you're a fucking idiot." she rubs her forehead.
She cleans the spilled beered reluctantly, chugging what was left in one fell swoop. The truth was she was in emotional turmoil, in a hard place. She was out of money and is close to being kicked out. Stress was at an all-time high. She got laid off from her job too, under the pretense of "restructuring."
Recently she had broken off from a toxic relationship, with her ex. Anastasia, she tries not to think about her too much. She was…too much to handle so to speak. Her apparition lingered in her head like an afterimage. She was obsessive, unpredictable, and above all dangerous.
It wasn't too long ago that she had found her standing over her bed with a knife.
A buzz from her phone breaks her mental predicament. It's a message from her mother, it read: "Ilse, please come home, We're worried about you, whatever you're going through it's okay. You're brother wants to know if he should come fetch you."
She read it. Didn't reply. Puts the phone down. She doesn't want to go back there, she wouldn't freely be able to indulge in her hedonistic ways.
She sighs. She felt restless, hollow, and horny. She browses through her saved 'archives'. A collection of pornography was laid out before her. Some were randomized, other's categorized to serve her needs.
She chooses one, she hasn't watched yet. She removes her clothing, stripping the last part of her underwear. Her fingers traced down her thighs, her clit was slowly starting to get aroused. She starts rubbing passively while her other hand opens the video. She reaches over to the side desk, a large pink dildo, standing on her drawer.
The video starts and she slowly presses it inside her vagina.
In the video, a handsome man lay on his back as two beautiful women knelt on him. Both are around their twenties, with luscious breasts and large lips. They work together in attempting to give the man a blowjob.
The first woman takes the lead, tongue swirling around the head of the penis before she wraps her lips together and starts sucking. Her head bopping up and down. She pauses occasionally flicking her tongue over the tip.
The second woman, pushed her face to the side of his hairy balls, giving little kisses as her partner did her work.
Ilse pushes the dildo deeper inside herself as she watches it play out.
As the man reaches the climax, the second woman takes over, working to milk him dry. He erupts from cock, shooting thick amounts of cum straight down her throat. She swallows every drop. Then they take a look at each other before collectively licking his cock clean.
The first took to stroking the cock, while the second initiated a kiss with the first. Their right hands clasped together as their tongues intertwined.
The second brought her fingers down exploring and teasing the first's sensitive area. The man lies back with a sensitive smile as the couple lost themselves.
Ilse starts matching the rhythm on the screen, her hips bucking on the chair as she chases her own climax. She imagines herself being the first, working really hard to satisfy both the male and the female. Her thoughts go over the edge and moans as the orgasm is released from her vagina.
When it ended. Her pleasure faded as well. She wipes herself clean. Shuts off her pc and kicks the chair away. She collapses on her bed. Devoid of the screen. She felt disgusted with herself. She had an addiction, a problem she knew that. This was why she had so many partners, they could only sate her for so long, whether male or female.
Her phone buzzed again. She checked it briefly. It was from Ana. She swallows. The text was unhinged. Hundreds of texts, from a different number. She'd blocked Ana off every possible piece of connection she had. Yet the girl found a way to contact her.
Memories flood back– Ana sitting on the bed going through her phone, shaking and pissed off. Playing with that damn knife of hers, then pretending everything was okay when she spotted her spying on her phone. She wondered if she might have to go to the police. It was obsessive, and slowly but surely Ana was starting to stalk her.
A knock on the door sends a jolt down her spine. Her anxiety spikes to eleven. And her heart races.
Could it be her?
She gets up and puts on the first gown she could find on her body. She walks to the front door with a knife. She peers through the door camera. A young man stood there, hair messy and frizzy. Holding a pizza she ordered an hour ago. He stood nervous. She would eat him up if it was possible.
She opened the door staring into his eyes.
"Pizza delivery, for a miss Ilse?"
She nodded. "You're late."
He scratched the back of his head. "Sorry, traffic's hectic."
Hmm, she's getting horny again. The alcohol was working its way through.
"That's okay." she pressed her face against his chest taking the pizza from him, putting it down on a counter. She returns and he looks nervous.
"Here's a tip,"
He takes it happily.
"Thank you." he nods.
He turns to leave, and she grabs his shoulders. "Wait…"
"I'm lonely, perhaps I can give you a little reward…" she pulls him inside of her apartment. Moving her fingers down his chest into his waist. She opens her mouth, pressing her closed hands in a thrusting motion against her mouth. Signaling a blowjob.
"Woah, you know…I can't on the job…"
He was erect, she grabbed his penis through his bands.
He snapped, pushing her away, and ran out the door. Her head banged on the floor. She coughs as she gets up. Dust went down her throat.
He even left her change behind. She slammed the door shut. Slumping towards her bed. Humiliated and sickened by her own actions. She tears into the now cold pizza. The only good could thing she had tonight. Though his cock would have been better.
She got up again. Realizing she forgot to close the door. She stumbles towards it, licking pizza grease off her fingers. Her door creaks open and she freezes.
Anastasia stood in her doorway. Her face lit in an unsettling grin. She steps closer inside, closing the door gently behind her. Her fingers dragged along the wall and the objects of the apartment.
She held an obscured knife behind her back, and a leather-bound book as well.
"Ana…w-what are you doing here." Ilse steps back. Half considered jumping out the window.
"I've made up my mind Ilse…"
"About what….you know you can't just barge in anymore, you don't live here anymore."
Ana slammed the knife against the wall. A furious expression on her face.
Shit, shit, shit. What do I do?
"Ana, whatever it is, lets to talk it out."
"I'm done talking, I gave you a chance to reconcile on your terms, now it's my turn." she walked closer and closer, and she opened the old worn book she brought with her.
Ana was always obsessed with the occult, but this was a whole new level of nutjob for Ilse. If only she managed to keep the delivery boy inside, this might've played out differently.
Why didn't I lock the door?
"Ana," she squeaked. "You're scaring me, please stop."
"No, If you won't be with me, then no one can have you."
"Ana…" small droplets of tears, drip down her face. She looks at her phone near her bed. And dashes, her feet scrambling.
Ana pursued tackling her against the foot of the bed, holding her down. She flips through the ebook, starting to recite lines upon lines of strange poetry. Red light imitates from bindings. She tried kicking Ana off but it was useless. Anastacia was abnormally strong for a woman, she held her off with ease.
"The ritual is complete. Now my love. The afterlife awaits."
"Ana, please I'm sorry." her voice was shaking, she pleaded. But Ana shook her head. Ana brought her head close. Giving her a kiss on the lips. Then pulls back. Tears flow down Ilse's head.
"My last kiss until the next."
Ilse sees an opportunity and kicks her in the face crawling away towards the door. Ana recovers and lunges at her, stabbing her in the back. Pain erupts from her body, and she lets out a bloodcurdling scream.
Ilse stumbles to the floor immobilized.
Ana doesn't stop. The knife sinks everywhere into Ilse's flesh over and over and over. Blood starts pooling from Ilse's body. Soaking into the carpet she lay on. Ilse's vision dims. Anastasia turns her over, and lies on her side, cuddling her.
"After this, It will take some time to find you, but once I do, we'll be together forever."
Just before she blacked out. She sees Ana lift the knife plunging it into her own chest. And then again. And again. Their blood mixes and the book glows hot. Ana pulls Ilsa into an embrace.
"I'm sorry, Ilse, I had to. We were both suffering so much. I'm sorry."
Ilse slipped away, forever sleep taking her. Suffocating pain. She wished in her last moments she had gone home.
****
For a while what felt like hours or days, floating in a never-ending void of blackness. Ilse only dreamt and thought. Then something stirred in the dark, a burst of light.
A screen.
[DO YOU WANT TO LIVE AGAIN]
It was like something out of a video game or novel. She couldn't process her thoughts well but she wanted to live.
She doesn't answer immediately. Flashes of her past, replay over and over again. First steps, then first kisses, then her first death.
'Yes. I want to live.'
[Reincarnation or the afterlife.]
A flicker of consciousness returned. She had a choice. A proper choice.
'Reincarnation.'
[Memories or no memories.]
Could she reincarnate with memories, play her life with advantage, and bar herself from making the same mistakes again? Could she?
'My memories.'
[You do not have enough life points]
'No, no, no, no,'
But then why give her the option?
[But, you can spend an interlife, an average human lifespan, in a purgatory reserved for individuals such as yourself. Then in your next life. Return. What do you think.]
Interlife?
[A purgatory really, until you have enough points then, come back. Make a proper choice, choose any place and time in history.]
So I will work for karma.
[There's no such thing, don't be silly. Karma is relative. You just didn't have enough experience, a short life of 22. A pity.]
What do I do?
[You make a choice. But there will be a price. Do you accept.]
She wondered. What if this place reserved for her is hell, what then, burn for eternity?
[Such places are only reserved for those who believe in them if you don't believe it. You have nothing to worry about. Do you agree?]
'Yes'
[Good choice, don't waste…this second chance.]
Things started speeding up. And she could feel herself being sent on the way.
'Wait. Are you God?'
Everything slowed again.
[No, there is no such thing. You'll find out soon, I'm sure.]
As he said that, she felt herself being thrown across space and time.
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