Chapter 18
S he’s the usual type. Tall, thin, ready to suck and fuck for a dime. I’m almost surprised by how easy it was to find her.
But I also usually take my time, revel in what’s coming, learn their mannerisms and where they live as I watch them, gauge the depths of their sin.
It annoys me that I won’t be doing that tonight, but this is an urgent matter. Amy needs to see how wonderful saving someone truly is, either by sending them for Judgment, or by bringing them into the flock. I want to expand our little family, and I can’t do that if we don’t speed along the process.
Besides, maybe a friend is what Amy needs. Her sister isn’t cutting it; I need someone willing.
I also have a feeling Amy is going to try and escape tonight, get help. But she can’t do that if she’s the one who wielded the blade, now can she?
That’s my plan for tonight. Amy will learn once and for all what it means to be a part of this new world.
And you don’t get to fucking leave.
I’ll never let her go.
“Hello, beautiful,” I croon, approaching the blonde with Amy in tow.
She juts her hip out, blowing a bubble with her bubble gum. It pops, and she grins. “Looking for some fun tonight?” She winks.
“That we are,” I affirm, holding Amy tighter. “Think you’d like to join us back to my car? We want something quick.”
The girl blows another bubble. “Sure. If you can afford it, sweets.”
I flash my wallet, full of cash, and she smirks.
“We can afford it. ‘Sweets’,” I quip.
Guiding her and Amy back towards where the car is, my mind races with possibilities. It’s so, so fucking easy to trap a sinner, like a fly in a honey trap. Now, the fun part begins.
When we reach the car, I let them both slide in. Amy and the girl sit in the backseat, and I sit in the front.
“Mm, so ladies first?” the girl laughs.
“Indeed. Amy?” I give her a serious look that invites no denial of what I’m requesting.
She knows what to do.
As Amy slowly slips closer to the girl, lifting a hand to her thigh with great hesitation, the woman takes the lead.
She leans forward, connecting her lips to Amy’s, eliciting a moan from her that I revel in.
God, I fucking love that sound.
But there’s no time to waste.
The girls quickly pick up the pace, hands feverishly skimming up skin and removing clothes. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Amy’s experience with that other stripper left a big impression on her.
That she likes woman just like I do.
It would make things so much easier when I take another wife if Amy and her got along in such a way.
Perhaps I’ll have a little fun too… but this is about Amy, not me.
Which means…
I lock the doors with a click, glad for the tinted windows considering what we’re doing and about to do. The girls barely glance up, but I catch Amy’s scared eyes despite the pleasure the woman elicits with her trailing and seeking fingertips.
“What’s your name?” I ask sensually, licking my lips as I turn towards the display in the backseat.
“Mmmm… Jan,” she moans as Amy kisses her neck, sliding her tongue over flesh.
“Well, Jan, I have an offer for you.”
She giggles. “Better than what your girl is currently doing to me? Is that cock magic like her lips?” she jokes.
“No,” I murmur, sliding out my knife, “something much, much better.”
While she’s still distracted, I give the knife to Amy, whose eyes widen in horror.
“Do it,” I hiss, pointing to my neck.
Slowly, she lifts the blade to the girl’s neck, and she freezes, her eyes flashing open.
“What are you doing?” she says, voice quivering.
“I have an offer for your salvation, Jan. You’ve been living in sin, selling your body, and now you have the option to atone,” I drawl.
Amy stays silent, a tear rolling down her cheek as she realizes that I want her to carry out the sanctification of her body if she refuses.
And she knows she’ll be punished if she doesn’t.
“What the fuck?” Jan demands. “What are you even talking about, man?”
“The Lord and following his holy law,” I snap. “You have an opportunity here, Jan. To follow three simple rules of life, and we let you live. Otherwise, we send you to Judgement.”
“Get this knife the fuck off me, man!” she screams, and I shove my hand over her mouth.
“Quiet!” I sneer. “I’m giving you a chance to truly know the Lord. The Lord over all our lives.”
She bites my hand, and I yank it away with a pained cry, seeing that she bit so hard she drew blood. In the imprints of her teeth, blood pools and drips down to the car seat.
My eyes narrow. It’s so annoying when they fight God and his rules. His offer of salvation.
Jan screams again, trying to kick Amy off and pull on the door, but it’s locked.
“Amy,” I warn. “Take care of it.”
“Please no,” she cries.
“Do it, Amy!” I snarl.
With a sob, she plunges the knife into the girl’s neck, sending blood gushing over her blade and smattering over her clothes.
“Oh my God,” she whispers when Jan convulses and scrambles to hold her neck, hold in the lifeforce that’s quickly dwindling, pooling out.
She drops the blade, and I catch it, rolling my eyes. “We have work to do.”
I turn back towards the steering wheel, putting the car in drive and moving out the parking lot beneath the bridge.
Amy is silent during the ride, but when I glance at her through the rearview mirror, I see she’s not crying anymore, instead staring at Jan’s lifeless body with a mix of fascination and horror.
Peering up at the mirror again, I see her touching the neck still pulsing with blood.
Her fingers dig into the flesh, curling into the sinew and tendon.
I smile.
She’s learning well.
“Curious?” I wonder aloud.
Her head snaps up, and she yanks her hand away. “I… I guess so.”
“Well, go on, touch her.”
Amy hesitates, then lowers her hand back to the bloody scene before her. I catch a glimpse of her fondling the woman’s breast, painting blood over her exposed skin; her shirt and bra were lost long ago.
She moans. “God, what’s wrong with me?”
Nothing at all.
Nothing. At. All.