It happened just long enough ago that she thought she forgot about it. She was never one for nightmares or silly bouts of timidity.
In fact, she had a terribly high pain threshold for her age and station in life.
But this one thing, well....it always resurfaced somehow...usually when life got a little more emotional or a little more complicated.
Sometimes she wondered what happened to him. Wondered if anyone ever got him back.
She often sat at her desk, twisting the ends of her hair and wondering if she'd ever be able to recall everything. Part of her wished she could.
A part of her was relieved she never knew all of it.
Though the worst part was being informed after the fact.
Perhaps this is why numbness always made her nervous, that sensation she sometimes woke up with having slept on her arm for too long or having a leg twisted out of sorts during a dream.
Never again did she want to not be able to use her legs and arms.
Even now, she sometimes pinched herself to make sure she could feel things.
Being human is like that, you know.
And she always has her teeth.
Takes more than a few things to numb your face.
Not even a good hard slap will do it right away.
Now...she imagines someone has bitten him hard enough.
To make it stick.
Takes a lot to earn that kind of desire, she thinks.
He worked on it for years apparently.
She hopes it's really not what it appears now. How does someone like that get the girl, the dream house, the luxury car, and the career?
Surely that's not what hell looks like.
Or is it?
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