Memoirs of a Bitch by Twisted Sister Suki

Author:Twisted Sister Suki
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: erotica, thriller, occult, seduction, cult, betrayal, passion, witchcraft, weird, lust, adultery, surreal, predator, mental, stalking, female domination, secret society, appetite, twisted romance, deviant erotica, sexual manipulation, sociopathic behavior, feme fatal

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A TWIST OF THE KNIFE

LONDON 2013

I’m sitting in a sky restaurant and I might as well be floating in a Zeppelin for all the attachment I feel to the earth, there’s a tremendous view of the capital laid out below me and I can’t help thinking that from this vantage point London resembles a vast chess logia with bishops and knights and rooks and queens and an entire population of pawns swarming around their gargantuan feet.

My laptop sits open in front of me and how much like a game of chess this is; each move opposed or supported by every other piece on the board, no action complete until it is viewed as a whole.

‘Do you like chess?’ I type into my recently activated Facebook account.

There is a delay in the response.

‘I never learnt,’ Samantha types back and adds a sad-faced emoticon to emphasise the point.

‘I could teach you sometime,’ I offer, ‘it’s regarded as the game of kings and generals, not a game for women, but that’s why I think it essential that a woman learns.’

‘Do you think men and women are so very different?’ Samantha asks.

What a lamb this one is, what naivety.

‘I think that fundamentally men and women are the same,’ I reply, ‘I think that the difference lies in the nuances, the subtleties, for instance a woman is compelled to wear a mask whenever she is out in public and for a man this is inconceivable, this act of applying makeup and removing it, as easy for a woman as the act of breathing or eating.’

‘I suppose makeup is a kind of mask,’ Samantha writes: ‘it almost makes it seem as though women are the object and men the observers….’ She ends this comment with another emoticon, this one in lipstick and heavy eyelashes. I find her frivolity a little irritating. I suspect the emoticons are an attempt to make her appear humorous and spontaneous but they simply come across as uninspired.

‘And so long as women remain the object,’ I respond, ‘they will never learn to trust their own observations, their own feelings…do you imagine London would have looked the way it does if women had designed it? Or Paris for that matter? Or New York?’

‘LOL! God, what a thought? What do you imagine London would have looked like if the architects had all been women?’

‘Green and fertile, with spheres and curves and elegant floral designs and splashes of outrageous colour, and the emphasise would not have been on commerce but rather on community, on connecting rather than producing, on living rather than serving, and that’s precisely the problem, we dwell in a world of ying, of too much fire and not enough passion.’

Samantha seems captivated by these words and of course she asks me to elaborate and of course I do just that. I am “bonding” with her, winning her trust one layer at a time and it is a skilful game, one mistake and I will forever be consigned to her list of acquaintances,

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