Her eyes fly open, fixed directly on me. Looking, but not seeing. Her pupils are so large I can barely make out a thin ring of dark green under the translucent gloss that covers it. Her breathing is disturbing to me. Rhythmless, ragged gasps. Her body thrusts up against mine, but she's not trying to get closer to me. She's not there. I shut my eyes but I can still hear her struggling to pull enough air into her spasming lungs. I'm not stupid or vain enough to believe she's in the throes of ecstasy.
My eyes fly open when she pulls me to her and screams. She's back. I'm never sure where exactly her mind goes when I slip inside of her. What she's seeing. What she's feeling. But I'm sure that it's something dark that makes her eyes glaze over like they do. Something that would terrify me if I ever asked and if she ever told.
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