Memoirs of a past life...a bedroom description...

I became inspired to write this after reading @michelle.gent and her story-mentor thingy ma jiggy.
When I feel my creative spark jumping, its time to use it...

A true story.

The 2nd bedroom.....

As I walk back into the bedroom, I catch my reflection in the full length mirror.

Embedded into the black doors of the wardrobe, the mirror casts a dark, grey light back onto my naked reflection.

My eyes are dark rings, from tiredness.

The room is cast in a cold harsh light from the single white florescent tube above.
Pale grey, painted walls only adding to the cold hue.

Blood covers my lower stomach, my genitals and down my legs.

“There's so much blood,” I think to myself. So much blood.

Looking around towards the bed, I now see there is even more.
The white cotton sheets from only hours ago, are now covered in crimson stains.

“So much blood,” I say to myself, yet again.

Walking slowly over towards the bed, the cold hard tiles under my feet sober me.

Even the grey veins of marble running through the whiteness of the tiles seems to add to the grey/ white cast in the room.
Looking down, I notice for the first time, the contrast between the white of the sheets and the black painted, metal framed bed.

I never noticed how stark the contrast was before now, but my senses were heightened.
I saw everything in the room with a clarity previously unknown.
The coppery smell in the air became stronger as I neared the bed. It filled my nostrils, my throat, covering me.

Sitting down on the edge of this crimson strewn testament, I looked over at her.

She looked back at me.

Turning away from her in silence, I looked over at the camera.

I wondered what the lens had greedily captured, and laid down onto the hard drive.
The cigarette sized black box, a prized possession.
I needed to look at what it had captured - in an almost frenzied desire to see the details again. I leaned over to the computer.

To relive it all over again. Frame.. by... frame...by..frame...

The laptop lay at the end of the bed, sitting on the black wood table, right next to the camera.

Like two friends up to voyeuristic mischievousness.

Moving the mouse over the screen, I found the folder....and I clicked.
The recent history of my room filled the screen, and spewed it back to me in glorious detail. Full HD redness.
Everything was captured, just as was intended.

I looked over at the body on the bed.
Still. At peace.

She was also covered in recent history. A scarlet woman, indeed.
“Did you get what you want from me,?” She said, quietly.

“Yep,” I said, smiling.

“How cool is that!?,” She said excitedly, jumping up naked off the bed.

Her beautiful smile beaming back at me, she headed for the door, her eyes sparkling, bright, smiling.

Our camera, our computer, and our sex play, had just paid for the next six months rent in a luxurious apartment, nestled in the west end of London.

It's truly astonishing ....the huge amount of money that some people will pay, to see a beautiful girl having sex at a certain time of the month...