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you want to kill him?"
    Ash
looked away from me. For a moment he stayed silent, staring into
the bottom of his glass. "Yes," he whispered. "I was so angry, so
confused... there was a moment when I wanted him to die." I watched
as Ash downed the rest of his drink, the pain clearly written
across his face. "But then I heard his screams. He died slowly and
painfully. I wanted to take it all back, to make it stop, but I
couldn't. I wished for his death, and it came true. If I hadn't
blacked out from the stress, I probably would've killed the girl
too."
    "Sorry, I
shouldn't have–"
    "It's
okay," he interrupted. "It's in the past. I just wanna forget." Ash
picked up his empty glass and raised it to Hans, who was walking
back to us. "Something a little stronger please, Hans."
    Hans
paused, observing the look on Ash's face. He said nothing, instead
doing as he was asked and filling a small tumbler with something
clear and brown. He sat the glass in front of Ash, who handed him a
note and took a mouthful.
    We spent
the next hour or so, talking about anything we could think of that
didn't involve death, in an attempt to forget about the lives we
had taken. We talked about our first views of the outside world,
and the latest rumours, which Hans was happy to fill us in on.
Katiya would not be pleased when she found out who she had
supposedly slept with. I felt sorry for whoever started that
rumour.
    As I
finished my last drink, I didn't feel as drunk as I hoped I would
be. That is, until I stood up and almost fell. Ash was there to
catch me, and I laughed off my lack of balance. We left the bar,
waving bye to Hans on the way out as he wiped down the
tables.
    *****
    The walk
back to our room was excruciatingly slow. My left arm was draped
over Ash's shoulders, and his right arm around my waist. By then
the streets were quiet, as were the dormitory corridors, meaning
few people saw me in my sorry state. Ash fumbled with the lock to
our door and carried me inside, throwing me onto my bed. The room
appeared to spin, making me feel nauseous. I pushed myself up onto
my elbows and the room steadied. Ash kneeled down in front of me
and began removing my shoes. I giggled as he pulled off my socks,
his cold hands brushing against the soles of my feet.
    "Arms
up," he said, gripping my t-shirt and beginning to pull it up. I
lifted my arms up and a hand brushed past my nipple, still hard
from the cold wind and rain. I gasped and Ash paused. A second
later, the t-shirt was pulled over my head and thrown to the
floor.
    Ash sat
beside me on the bed, one hand brushing through my hair, and the
other circling my left nipple. A long finger began to flick over
it. I sucked in a breath and Ash smirked, pleased with the reaction
he was getting. The hand on my chest pressed against me, forcing me
onto my back. Ash's head lowered to meet mine, his lips pressing
gently against my own. His tongue traced the line of my jaw, and
then my neck. My skin tingled in its wake as he made his way down
past my shoulders. I lifted my head to watch him, and his eyes
fixed on mine.
    Like a
cobra, his lips clamped over my nipple. He sucked hard, his tongue
flicking across the tip. It was an intense mix of pleasure and pain
that arched my back and made me cry out. I felt him chuckle against
me. My hands gripped the back of his short hair, torn between
pressing him into me and pulling him off.
    My heart
beat wild against my chest and my breath was ragged. The pleasure
washed over my mind, blocking out any coherent thoughts. He
stopped, giving the sensitive skin a quick kiss before he sat up to
pull off his sweater, and tossed it carelessly to one side. The
haze in my head lifted ever so slightly, enough to notice from
where I lay that Ash was very excited. And in that brief moment, I
realised I was too.
    Before I
could protest, his lips descended once more, heading straight for
the untouched nipple. As the sensation took over me once more, I
felt a few sharp tugs at my waist, then