Adakaego

Life slipped out of her; a breathless, stiff form, like leaf broken. But in that last second, she toured the cities of her heinous life. She visited, once more, the shadows she inhabited, that lived in her also. And then there was that mansion, where she traced her ruin to the semen mapped bed. She had slept with the cursed one; one whose darning lay in the juice of experienced loins. She knew, but the price was too charming. A hundred nights would not earn her such money. But it was her lifestyle. Even though her name was Adakaego.