But he wouldn't go to the washroom. He would walk up to me as I slept, kick me awake and kneel over my face and piss into my open mouth and go back to... bed as I struggled to go back to sleep on the cold hard floor and that disgusting taste in my mouth made it only worse Just like the bed, I was forbidden from using any and all furniture in the house without permission. If I got tired in between chores, I had to sit on the floor to rest. I was used as a furniture quite regularly though. I would. In the meantime the two girls had hurried over to the fireplace and were warming themselves there. They held on to each other as they huddled near the fire.When Jason had the candles lit and burning satisfactorily, he picked up the holder and carried it over toward the girls. One of the first things that he noticed was the strange dark stains on the backs of the girls dresses. Next was the fact that they were just barely able to stand while holding on to each other.“How long have you girls been. And she loved me. She had a great personality, lots of friends. Smart. And beautiful. She was runner up in the Miss California pageant. Did I mention she was a successful writer. Had two novels on the NY Times Best Seller List. Quite a feat for a new writer, especially one so young. ‘I quit my job and dropped out of the world for several months. A couple of months later I was approached by a woman friend who wanted sex with me. I think her intent was to shake me out of my funk. My wife would. Here's my card, give me a call if anything turns up."Over the sound of retreating footsteps, the Coroner replied, "Sure thing."The door opened and closed. There were a few moments of silence, broken by the Coroner's breathing. He took a deep breath, paused and then let it out.He mumbled under his breath, "Yeah, I got your card Detective."She heard him wad it up, a moment later it thunked into a waste can. His face appeared in her vision. It was horribly pockmarked. Deep scars from acne peppered.