Effie

One of the places they frequented was Obsidian, a sex club that catered to those who enjoyed a bit of bondage and pain. Effie had a remarkable capacity for pain, John had found, and she was always so wet when they played that way. That was what he craved tonight, having snorted a bump and then smoked a bit to get him wired. He was tired of the sedate haze he wandered around in. He wanted to feel alive.

He waited for Effie to come home so he could tell her his plan to go there. He wanted to have her weak and ready for him. He could barely contain himself, he felt like he might come out of his skin. And so he cleaned. He cleaned most of the flat as he waited for her to come home so they could go. Go out. Go tot he club and he could do all the awful things he wanted to...and he knew she would say yes.