He then dropped like a puppet. He awoke from his fainting as Shrika dripped ice water over his face.“What happened?”“You fainted, my holiness.�...�“Get the disinfectant. I want this place smelling like roses, but don’t spray the body.”“But that’s the part that smells.”“Just do as I say.”Shrika disinfected the room, and Tariq paced the hallway. Shrika opened the door a few minutes later.“It is done, my holiness. The smell has been reduced. We can continue.”To Tariq’s delight the smell became. Oak and concrete are all I smell. My breathing is dry and rough. Each ragged breath is painful. Every involuntary swallow is agonizing. My jaw forced open by the gag, spasms, muscles begging to close.Time passes.A distant door closes. I wake instantly. One moment I’m asleep, and the next I’m struggling. The pounding of my heart fills my ears, it drowns out everything else, even my own breathing.The light turns on. Painfully blindingly bright, even through my eyelids. A door closes. The sound. She liked to kiss deep and I enjoyed her kiss. The women surrounding clapped at the scene. One of the woman cried. “Take him inside Preeti, your husband is out for more than a month and you must be tired with that shit dildo” Preeti looked angrily at that womanBut then she replied. “My body is not hidden from all you bitch so why should I go in?” She was indeed a brave woman, she took my hands, and kept them on her big boobs. They didn’t looked big enough before due to her loose t shirt but. You didn't deserve it, and I'm sorry I took your first kiss after I'd been so mean to you. Sorry about your hand."There was a long silence in which I worried that Maxie had fallen asleep."Jes?" Yes?" Put your hand on the wall, with your thumb right by the hole." I did so, not quite knowing why, "My hand is there too. I wish it felt warm." Maxie?"One knock for yes."Thank you." And then I lost the grip on consciousness I didn't know I'd been holding.I dreamt him dead again. In the dream I walk.