He must have just wanted to let in some fresh air.I turned my attention back to the mirror and saw a purse on the dresser."It has to be mine," I said ... lit too loud as the man in the other roomshouted to me."What?" Ah, nothing!" I yelled back and I opened the purse. The first thing I sawwas a wallet so I pulled it out. Inside was some cash, maybe a hundreddollars, and some credit cards. After a few moments of rummaging around Ifound the drivers license and looked at it."Samantha Diane Jones" it. Did I?" "No not really. And you are going to fuck me too. I don't want any gentle, passionate love making. I want you to fuck me like a dirty street whore." "Oh. So it's like that huh?" Suddenly she reached forward and grabbed my jeans popping the buttons and opening the zipper in one move. "Yeah it's like that!" She said as she pulled my jeans and underpants down far enough for my cock to spring forth. She cupped my balls with one hand and gripped my shaft with the other. She took me deep into. She grasped at her ribs and looked to see what was the cause.Her eyes widened as she saw three horizontal slits appear. Withoutrealizing it, she began to breath through the slits. Before she couldlook any closer there was more pain but this time from her mouth.Something sharp was pushing its way out of her gums and in front of herteeth. When the pain subsided, Sebastian used her tongue to feel whatthe new protrusions were. They were jagged, shark like teeth thatcovered her regular teeth. She. I must have shown something on my face, because he continued, sounding more confident. "Yeah, I know about your wife. I can change it. You don't know how to do that yet, do you? But I can. I can make that accident never happen."I was losing my mind. "Shut up!" I screamed at him. "You can't, you can't, don't say—" It's all just numbers," he yelled. "You hear me? Numbers! I can write a new set of numbers over reality, and she's alive!" Shut up!" I didn't recognize my own voice screaming. "She's.