S … sinister, silky, sensuous, serpentine 

Those are the clue words she gave me. I don’t know her name but it certainly begins with S. 

She is dominant and completely in control of everything in the room. She doesn’t come out much anymore and that’s for the best. She used to run the show and that show nearly ran me into the ground because it is the equivalent of having both thigh-high stiletto boots pressing the gas pedal to the floor. 

She’s responsible for tying someone over a barstool and whipping them in the club. She has dug all the way into my fingers to remove std induced warts and smashed my pain until it didn’t even register. She has bucked at my mother, swung a pool stick at my ex boyfriend, spray painted underpasses and lit my jacket on fire while I was in it. She’s jumped from a second story window into a snowdrift, done countless keg stands, had sex in public bathrooms and inhaled numerous substances purchased from a drug dealer with AIDS. She has zero room for fear, pain, self doubt, a conscience or anyone’s opinion. She is fucking crazy. 
I explored a flashback today and eventually reenacted it. When I was done, S stood above me. Unapologetically proud of my devious act.