They only stopped long enough so Sienna could eat (the pizza delivery boy leered at her when she answered the door wrapped in a thin bed sheet, her recently-sucked nipples a vibrant hot pink through the thin material). And they stopped so she could rest her exhausted body. She was sore, but wonderfully so. She never felt so alive. And the same went for the ghost. He grew more and more visible with every orgasm they shared. But the more real he became, the less sure Sienna was about everything. What day was it? How long had she been here? When she bathed and gazed at her scrubbed-clean face in the mirror, she stared back with confusion. She hardly recognized herself, pretty as she was. What was happening to her memory? But Sienna couldn’t quite put a finger on what was wrong. “Did you say something about a finger?” the phantom teased. She now heard his voice the way she heard a normal, human voice, not inside her head. When did that happen? She couldn’t quite remember. She was looking through the framed photos on the mantle above the fireplace as he leaned into her from behind.
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