Preparation 2

Claude was in his department. He needed to calm his head for a while before getting into this shit.

Jack's last words were still ringing in his ear: "We will meet by the grave of the woman who unites us"

That sick man.

He was not kidding.

Flora made no appearance, yet. Vlad, either. It was clear that something is going wrong.

It was a month since Flora's departure. Today should be the day she comes back or at least reappear.

Claude sighed. The anxiety was too much for him to carry.

He was sitting alone in the painting room looking at the new painting of Flora he just finished last night: A face of first pleasure. That was its name.

"Pleasure is addictive. One time is all that needs to make the body never forget about it and carry on asking for more. I sometimes ask myself how are you facing the distraction, Flora? Are you thinking about me from time to time? Are you getting wet, remembering that night? Are you touching yourself to let the pleasure go out and leave you? Or maybe, ar