“Laura.” I echoed, my hands on both of her shoulders. “You don’t have to die yet. You’re a hell of a lot smarter than me. If you can just get the funding, I’m sure you’ll make up for it next semester.” She looked away. I tilted my head. “Right?” I paused. “What happened?”
She looked down to her toes for a moment. “I don’t know. I think it’s been happening for years. It just sort of slowly crept up on me.” She sighed. “I don’t think I can really explain.”
I wrestle her shoulder over, forcing her to look at me. “You’re asking me to kill you, Laura. You had better try.”
She nodded. “Do you ever wake up and feel like the simple act of breathing is a chore? That moving even an inch is a chore? It’s been with me ever since I was a little girl. I’d wake up and sit there for a moment, summoning the energy to get out of bed. And every now and again, I wouldn’t. I’d just spend the day in bed. I can’t tell you exactly why I can’t get up. I can’t even figure it out, but, I can’t.”
She looked back down to her toes, on the verge of tears again. “So, that’s what happened this semester. It used to be that class was a good enough reason to get out of bed. But sometime around August, it became less of a motivator and more of something to avoid.”
We sat in silence as she looked away from me. I searched my thoughts for anything to say.
“So, you need something else to try for. That’s okay. You can find something, right?”
She shook her head, resting it in her palm again. “Jay, please. I’ve spent my entire life trying to convince myself it was worth living. So many people have tried to tell me what I can do.” She paused. “Maybe if I was a guy it’d be easier to make sense of it. But I can’t convince myself that as a girl my life has any purpose.” She turned to me. “I tried to do it myself, but I’m too fucking incompetent to even slit my own throat. Do you get it now, Jay? I need your help.”
I sighed and nodded. “I’m sorry, Laura.” I got up. “How do you want it?”
“I don’t care. Just end me already.”
“I’ll be honest. I left all my equipment at my place.” I got up, to stand in front of her. “I could go grab it if you want it to be quick. Or I could choke you to death.” I beckon her to stand up. “Do you mind stripping?”
She nods. She strips off her shirt, revealing pale pinkened breasts, before shimmying off her shorts to reveal a set of slender, shaved hips. She looks to me again, with a worried look. “Just suffocate me. I don’t think I could sit idle any longer.” She pauses. “Do you think you could wait to use me until after you’re done?”
“Sure.” Even though my cock was throbbing as she stripped, I held myself back. I preferred it when a girl stopped moving, anyway. “I’m ready when you are.”
She laid her bare body down on the couch, arms to the side, and closed her eyes, I climbed on top of her, letting myself take in the rhythm of her breathing, the beat of her heart, the scent of her underlying fear with all of this. I sat my hips on top of hers, closing my legs on hers, so she couldn’t move. I leaned forward, letting her feel my bulge on her stomach, as I came face to face with her. She opened her eyes, and stared at me for a moment, before I put my hands around her throat. I squeezed tightly as she looked at me with a bit of sadness.
I felt her hips buck under mine first. Then her hands came up to grab my wrists, as she began to rock, like a ship in a thunderstorm. I held down firmly as she let out coarse gasps, dry heaving as if she’d been lost in the desert. I looked down as she clawed at my wrists to her small breasts, jiggling with what little mass they had. I felt myself grow in arousal as I placed my lips onto hers, her tongue seizing in her mouth as I pressed my bodyweight onto her throat. Her legs began to kick out from under me, landing thuds on her leather couch. Her tongue fell silent after a moment, as I finished kissing her. I looked down to notice her eyes had grown glassy. I kept my grip as she went slack in my hands, and for a couple minutes longer as I waited out the last of her death throes.
As she went slack, I let go, and looked her up and down. She was silent and unmoving. I put my head against her chest, and her heart had stopped beating. I patted her hair, pushing it out of her eyes. She was a good girl. I’d miss her.
I stood up. I didn’t get paid too much for harvesting a fresh girl, so I might as well partake. I pulled her right leg over the couch, exposing her shaved womanhood. I unzipped my pants, and quickly placed myself on her. I pushed forward and watched her body jiggle with the pumps of life I put into her. I watched as her head rolled around, her body moving awkward with muscles unable to hold her in place any longer. Every time I harvested a girl, I partook in this pleasure, but this time, it felt as though I was doing so in betrayal. I wasn’t sure why, but I kept going harder. I’d never felt so invigorated in my life.