Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
I’m frantic.
I expected a burn, a singe, the smell of flesh set alight, but nothing. Not even the pain I wanted to feel is present after I snuff the small fire out.
What have I done to myself that I can’t feel pain anymore? The exquisite release; the one thing that made me identify with being an actual person seems to have vanished.
If I can’t feel it anymore, then I’ll watch it.
I quickly walk toward the door and pull it open. Walking toward the side railing, I lean over slightly searching for someone, anyone that would be a willing participant in what I now have in mind.
Fuck.
I put two fingers to my lips and let out a shrill whistle to get her attention. It’s the young woman with the pigtails; the only one visible on the lower floor whose attention I want.
She jumps, obviously startled by the sudden sound, and looks up at me. The smile on her face is because she’s regarding my naked physique, but I couldn’t care less. I know she wants to fuck me; her eyes tell me as such each time I come in here. I also know that she’s so lost in the delusion that it could happen, that she’ll be willing to do whatever I ask her to.
“Hi!” she calls up to me cheerfully. I assume it to be cheerful because if it was meant to be a seductive tone, it failed miserably.
“Would you like to come into my room?” I ask, crossing my arms over the side railing.
Her eyes widen at the prospect, and I’m sure there’s a pool forming on the chair she’s sitting in. I don’t care; whatever gets her into my room, regardless of the false promises she seems to think my being stark naked on the landing is providing.
“Am I allowed to?” she asks, her eyes widening even further still. It makes me wonder about the structure of her skull; how deeply her sockets go that she can widen her eyes so greatly.
“For tonight,” I reply, a small smile starting to cross my lips. It’s somewhat genuine, in I know what will happen once I close the door behind her, yet somewhat forced in the essence of seduction. My words won’t be enough to sway her from her place at the desk, but if I smile, act like I really want her company, she will oblige me .
And it works.
I wait as she pushes her chair away from her desk. I lean against the railing and force myself not to roll my eyes as she starts bounding up the stairs like an eager child.
I’ve had enough of children today.
This is why I need her.
“What’s your name?” I ask her as she reaches the top stair.
“Honey,” she replies, her eyes half closing, her voice thick with another failed attempt at seducing me.
“Your real name,” I reply evenly.
“Laura,” she says as she flips one of her pigtails behind her shoulder. She walks onto the landing closer to me, and I try my damnedest not to cringe as she wraps her arms around my waist.
“What can I do for you?” she asks, attempting to lean in closer to my face.
I gently put my hands on her wrists and undo her grip. I fight with myself not to snap them and throw her over the railing. Instead, I force the smile back onto my face and I look down into her doe-shaped eyes.
“I want to watch.”