She raised her hand, trembling with disgust. She was supposed to be accepting a reward- a man. He was the man that everyone desired and she was the woman that everyone desired. They. however, were cursed to be frigid while their bodies furnaced pheronomic animal heat. Every movement and every gesture they created was full of sex, and yet they were virginal.

The town could no longer contain what they felt. They captured them and made them pair. The woman wept when they told her what she had to do, ashamed of herself and her body and the sex that she could not hide. "God is a masochist!" she cried out, and fell into her hands.

They stood them up on a podium in the middle of the city so that everyone could watch. She took the man's hand as she walked up the stairs, humiliated by her fate. The man was calm. "How can you bear this?" she whispered to him.

"My secret is that I don't really exist."

"But how can that be?"

"You see all these men? I am their collective body, desire, will. I am nothing anymore, just some holy spirit." He looked out into the crowd, his hypocrite audience, his brother, his twin.

She looked up at the sky again, for hope, for despair, for any emotion at all, anything besides the warmth she felt in her belly. She felt she must extract it as soon as possible, as if it were pregnancy. She jumped onto the man and fucked him for all mankind, for eternity and she lost her mind as she was pierced by the ridiculous phallus of humanity.

After their exhibition, the people sent them to the guillotine, shaking their heads, saying "this must not be."