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Killer D�j� Vu p2.

she looks into my eyes
and draws in gracefully
I order us another drink
the bar sounds begin to drown out
smirking at her flirtatious ways
as I run my fingers down her shoulder
she bites down on her lip
seemingly eager to get out of here
she even pays for the night
I ask "my place or yours?"
-"my roommate is gone"
her place it is
as we walk in
she complements my cologne
even though it's a cheap off brand

she slams the door
-"now I got you!"
her whole demeanor changes
no more the sexy temptress
she grabs a hammer
and slams it against my head
I'm out of it but not unconscious
I think I've been drugged
falling to the floor with a thud

removing me of my clothes
she strokes me until I get stiff
then sucks vigorously
as I half-heartedly struggle
she then gets on top of me
breathing against my ear
grinding her hips with excitement
I barely get a few words out
"why are you doing this?"

I woke up in my apartment �
extremely sore but fully clothed
was this all just a dream?
that's when the phone rang
it was her voice on the other end
she said -"I decided to let you live"
-"but I better not see you again"
-"otherwise it might be killer d�j� vu"