Black Holes: A Narrative Fiction

Aziarah wouldn't require assistance. Kyle recognised that as he viewed how she managed to maintain her smile, and an expression of warmth and sexual interest, even as the youth brazenly turned to his friends and indicated that he'd found himself some pussy to wreck. What a man. The Army veterans own countenance lit up momentarily with amusement at the though the guy had no idea that the only pussy that evening, and one to take it rough, would be himself. Kyle hadn't heard the question, but it was one he knew had been asked, because wasn't that got every girls panties wet? The promise to fuck her into next week.

Had Kyle ever been like that, and treated women as nothing but warm holes to be used, then discarded? Not even as a teenager. Like any other boy, he'd of course, had his urges, and been driven by hormones, but always he'd displayed respect, and regarded them as equals. He still did. And that's why he felt no remorse for taking a woman's life. Kyle didn't believe in Heaven or Hell, or that you'd receive your comeuppance in the 'next life', therefore retribution needed to be

And when that process was finally completed, and retribution taken in full, for Zai to once again feel a whole human being. As would he, in the knowledge that it'd had been him to help her reach that goal, although a whole human being didn't mean that you returned to the person you once were, just that you'd metamorphosised fully into the one you were intended to be. "Come on, let's go." Kyle slipped his hand into Zai's and began to tug her away as flames licked at their feet, and the stench of singed cotton and scorched flesh rose in the