Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
As soon as I close the door firmly behind us, Laura realizes the error in allowing her lust for me to compromise her better judgment.
But once someone enters my room, they don’t leave until my terms have been satisfied and fulfilled.
“What ... what do you want me to do?” she asks, her eyes darting between the legs on the floor, the young girl hanging on the door of the armoire, and me.
“I seem to have lost something, so I’d like you to help me get it back. Verona here will help us, won’t you?” I ask, glancing at her.
Her eyes cut toward me quickly, then to the lifeless body of her mother, and a fresh stream of tears is her only answer.
“Um, I’m not really into the bi thing,” Laura says to me as she attempts to inch backward toward the door.
“Today you are,” I reply, gripping her by the arm firmly and walking her toward Verona. “I’m going to take this out of your mouth now. If you scream, I slit your throat, understood?”
Verona whimpers, but nods in agreement. I have finally managed to rid myself of a head full of her screams, and I don’t care to hear them resume.
I remove the emptying sac from her mouth and toss it to the side. I lean close enough to inspect her lips. There is a thin film that gently coats them, and I turn toward Laura beckoning her toward us .
“In the bathroom there are hand towels. Run one under warm water then wash her face, please. She shouldn’t have to be used with a dirty face. It’s unbecoming.”
Laura is starting to shake. I can feel it, sense it almost, as she walks slowly toward the bathroom. In a matter of moments, I hear the faucets turn on and off. She reappears, towel in hand, and gently wipes Verona’s lips clean.
“I should probably go back down to the desk. Priscilla will be angry if she sees that I’m not there,” she says in a soft, shaky voice.
“Priscilla knows that the only person you would leave for is me; as I also know. I’ve seen the way you look at me when I enter this place. I’ve felt your eyes bore into me as I walk up to my room. I know you want to please me, Laura. This is how you will do it,” I reply as I walk toward the pile of clothes on the carpet.
“Well, what do I get for doing this? From you?” she asks, turning to face me.
“Knowing that I’m satisfied with a well done job and a possible place in my room in the future,” I reply as I pull my shirt over my head.
I know that for most people that wouldn’t mean much, but to this insipid girl with the starry eyes, it means the world.
“Promise?” she asks quietly.
“I guarantee it,” I reply with a smile. I hide the sinister intentions well within it, not wanting to scare her out of this moment. I reach down for my underwear and pull them on, followed quickly by my jeans.
“Okay. What do you need me to do?” she asks.
“In the armoire,” I say as I zip my jeans, “there’s a very special strap-on I had made a few years ago. I’ve only ever seen it used once, maybe twice, none of the times seem to stick because none of them were special enough to stay with me. Anyway, I’d like you to undress and then pull it on.”
Laura looks at me wearily before she reaches past Verona, who seems to have joined in the symphony of trembling bodies and begins to ruffle around. She’ll know it when she sees it; it’s quite a masterpiece, and while I had been saving it until I came across her again, I would most definitely enjoy seeing it used right now.
“Oh my God,” she says in a shell-shocked tone. I cross my arms over my chest as a half-cocked smile dances across my lips. Her reaction makes it clearly obvious that she’s found what I want her to wear.
“There’s no way I can fucking do this. Not if it’s what I think you want me to do,” she says, pulling it out and turning to face me.
“Yes, you fucking will because it is what I want. You want to satisfy me? You crave me, you want me inside of you, fucking you mercilessly until you scream in ecstasy, correct? Then take your fucking clothes off and put it on.”
I walk purposefully toward both of the young women and undo the straps around Verona’s body. I pull her up and out of the harness and hold her closely as her body collapses against mine.
It’s exhaustion.
I’ve felt that before.
“It’ll all be over soon, then you’ll get to be with your mother and brother,” I say softly to her as I lay her on the bed.
I turn toward Laura who’s now securing the special piece into place. I let out a happy sigh and smile like a hopeless fool. In the dim light of the room, the artistry is hard to see, but it’s so fucking special. And when covered with blood, it’s downright majestic.
Like her skull will be when in its rightful place.
Laura walks toward me, wiping tears away from her face. She’s not built for this; she’s one of the people that comes here that likes to pretend they know pain; they know the joy of feeling it and inflicting it, but when faced with the prospect, show their true cowardice.
I sit on the bed next to Verona as Laura stands at the edge.
“Are you ready?” I ask her.
She nods, though her tears tell me otherwise. I look down at the twelve inch, thick, serrated knife that stands in the place of where a false dick should be and wait for Laura to begin.