“Not supposed to do that,” she said. “Haven’t you read the story?” He recited in a sing-song voice: “‘And one by one dropped the revelers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall, and Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion, over all.'”
“No!” said Miranda. XXNX What kind of a fucking psycho—?” He coughed up blood, drowning whatever he said next. Miranda tried to sit up or push him off, but he was too strong, stronger than anyone possibly could be. Sounds of moaning and bodies pressing against each other followed. For a second he wanted to turn and leave, to run away in fact, and go back and find Miranda and then leave this house altogether.
