I went away, head bent. Behind me, lights were bursting in the night sky, people were dancing, everything was dressed up with music. I approached the harbour and her face was stuck in my mind. the way she smiled, the glimpse in her eyes...
She had approached me herself, smiling. She'd put her arm around my waist and she'd driven me into her small room, seeming to be sure I'd accepted. While people were dancing in the streets celebrating, we made love several times, hidden behind the mask of trade. Everything that can be commodified loses every mystical substance, doesn't it? Or so I guess.
I was relieved to hear her say : "6.000 drachmas".
I put the money on her -still wet- bed. I'd be really scared if she wouldn't ask money. That would mean that I was chosen for - for what?I tried once more to recall every detail of what happened, trying to find something that could justify my sense of panic, all my horror and the sensation of something unholy. But I could not. My common sense informed me that I just made love with a harlot. A beautiful, nice one. But a harlot anyway. She seemed to really like it, and there was this spot of blood in my pennis ("I'm wounded inside", said she, her eyes glowing mysteriously, "and you're violent, but keep on, I like it"). And then she bent over, offering me her ass and asked me to sodomize her. There was more blood and spunk and I could feel her squirting with pain and delight....
And that was all, I said to myself. She took the money and I went away. Maybe later on she would find another client. It was absolutely illogical for me to worry.
But, in the very depths of myself there was just horror and I was almost dumb from the intense feeling that something terrible had happened. A sense of sacrilege, was like a burden, pushing hard my chest.
I lit up a cigarette, gaping at the pagan carnival jamboree. My agony refused to decrease, regardless all my logical efforts. I started pacing to and forth nervously, like waiting for something, something that I didn't know.
Whatever it was, it soon appeared. I had just thrown away my cigarette, when the pier in front of me was lit up by a white explosion of light. Four enormous creatures with wings surrounded me and immobilised me with their tremendous flaming spears. Gazing at the absolute whiteness of their wings, I suddenly realized the nature of my act and I screamed horribly....
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
A tear crossed her cheeks while she watched her lover be driven at the place of eternal tortures. She couldn't save him. She was merely responsible for his vanishing. But the feeling of victory inside of her, proved she had won.
For two thousands years she had remained "pure", untouched, damned, imprisoned by the perverted imagination of those who have conceptualized her. The human minds who have created her.
But the previous day she had won. She had beaten the avenger, misogynist god, the cops-angels and her own nature. She had descended on earth and made love with the first mortal she liked, like a harlot. She had staggered all this wicked godly universe, that product of paranoid minds.
Behind her tears, Mary -just Mary from now on- smiled....
