THE ETERNAL DANCE
The music started to play, remember the steps that have to accompany her. The melody invades me . Already I can hear the keys in the hallway. The introduced in the lock. You are about to enter. This is going to be another glorious night . My fourth glorious night .I hear his footsteps into the floor , her gasp to come running down the street dark under this heavy rain. Leave the keys in the entrance, next to the bag, in a kind of furniture whose main purpose is to perform that function . Sigh , it feels safe .Hang your coat , soaked , on the rack that is next door , at the entrance , while observing the umbrella in the umbrella stand with some uncertainty , perhaps thinking " I soaked to the bone and your warm inside your house " . The world is not always fair .I find that the entry furniture is not just a mere support to leave the keys . He takes off his shoes, black high heels, no doubt elegant , and furniture that gets inside .Once barefoot goes to the living room, whose floor is covered by a large rug that leaves no space to see the color of the tiles , and gets into one of the rooms that connect directly to that room . It is a small apartment . There are two doors in this room : one that communicates with their room and behind which lies the bathroom.Now I can see in your room. It 's undressing . Soaked clothing is removed and is leaving on the bed . First the white silk shirt , which offer some transparencies which costs me hold me and wait for the right moment , then black skirt , tight , marking a lush curves in her body after she gets rid of her stockings, just staying in underwear, white , of course , consistent with stripped jacket that first. No one takes to unbutton her bra and thong tiny detached from barely hid anything . Every time I find it more difficult to endure, but a charity has always done in the best conditions, we have to wait for the right moment , although the music is heard increasingly high , with more strength and beauty. Open the closet , pulls away comfortable clothes she wears quickly. Becomes increasingly less.Leaves the room to go to the bathroom this time . Her hair gets soaked when , but I can go see his black hair is much less wet, but not completely dry.Again go to his room , but now out of there very quickly and moves toward the entrance, where there is a door leading to the kitchen. Enter and from the place where I hear I can open and close the refrigerator and how it opens and closes the silverware drawer . Something has caught to eat .Now return to the room , turned on the TV and put a movie on the DVD. He sits on the couch and I can see she carries in her arms a large tub of assorted fruit yogurt and skimmed . She did not see me . Everything is going perfect .At the time I leave behind the thick curtains that are located twenty feet from the couch she occupied . I walk quietly , which Leopardstalking its prey . One step ... two ... three ... But something I missed . Above the TV had a cabinet whose doors were glass . Because of such doors reflected my face and she whirled around screaming in terror .He began to throw all that was around the house , knowing that nothing that threw me stop destination. Your tears betrayed her . She was beautiful and I was only there to help .I pounced on it in order to stop their constant attacks . I must admit I was a brave girl . I threw it to the ground and hit him repeatedly punched in the face, maybe six or seven . He stood on that carpet. Still breathing . Still suffering . Although less and less.I lifted my arms and lay down on her bed. I tied , like the others . Began the ritual.I cleaned his face full of blood and I was able to see that beautiful face, that face eternal. His gaze was lost, still did not say anything . Before you start to dance , I'll wait .Now look at me , feels scared , but will soon be relieved. I finally spoke his eyes , what unique feeling alive in these times."Easy, I just came here to help ," I said and whispering good manners . But she began to cry again, like a crazy hysterical . Do not make things easier . All I won with that is to receive a new punch and cover his mouth with duct tape . Now the silence between us . " Be right back " , turned to whisper.I went to the kitchen , looked the sharpest knife I had and went back to the room where she was waiting impatiently . Seeing me with the knife was moved too .His eyes told me that not only afraid, but also anxiety , overwhelm and even submission. They are typical reactions at first . He began dancing."Do not worry , it will not last long, though at first maybe it hurts something."I was totally excited. Just thinking of his eternity , what would press me tomorrow . Sure I would try this time as a good man. A person trying to help people .I plunged the knife in his right wrist and from there I started to draw his body with that tool I used the previous times , but always borrow from those girls . I went up to the right shoulder and walked down this cost down to his ankle. After that I went up to the navel and down the left leg to the other ankle . I climbed that side until I reached the shoulder , where I began to pass the knife through his left arm to the wrist.The ritual was about to end . The drawing was almost done . She was still alive , but growing weaker , his blood was leaving his body to be deposited all over the bed and floor of the room. I just moved and complained . I just knew that was going to help , and he felt more relieved. I love this feeling .I decided to end with dancing and with his knife stroked her neck. I was not breathing and did not move, and did not suffer . The dance was nearly over , but still listened to some music .I stole the face to that gorgeous. He will be eternally grateful. His face remain perpetual matter what . I 'll keep it , along with that of the other three previous girls . But I will continue to alleviate the suffering of those women who do not want to age , they are afraid . I am going to help. My father was right. It will be beautiful forever. As a mom .
