Dead to Her

Making sure the door was locked, she carefully pulled away the inner lining of her vanity case and took out the strip of pills hidden inside. She pushed the sheets back and reached for her robe, pulling the thin silk around her strong body. It was creepy though, devoid of life, and Marcie couldn’t help but think of Eleanor wheeling herself around as she slowly faded, her body eating her up while her mind stayed sharp, and now there was Keisha, beautifully powerful and healthy, but with her mind collapsing. Once she was done, gasping in delight as the orgasm ripped through her, she rolled over and finally fell asleep, and didn’t wake up until nine the next morning, when Detective Anderson rang the doorbell.