She has never felt something like this before. This intercourse was at the edge of madness. Had she never screamed before but this time it was impossible not to do so. No man had ever been so deep inside her. It almost felt as she was with someone else although he was still the same. But after the truth about his past was revealed, he changed. He gave himself to her easier, felt guilt no more. After all she was the one who asked him to stay. They arrived there together. She embraced him tightly to her chest while he was kissing those red lips that made him crazy. When she was finally able to speak, as she had run out of breath, she raised her head from his chest and looked at him.
"Do you know that you've just convinced me that I did it right not to let you leave?"
"Really? How so?
She looked him and tried to figure out whether he meant it seriously.
"May I ask you where have you been in the last half an hour??"
"I guess inside you."
"So you have noticed."
He smiled and touched her chin.
"This was really incredible."
"Yeah…. Next time you make me scream like this what should it be, Tom or Hannibal?
"You decide."
"Well… Hannibal would be more appropriate I guess. As before this it was someone else I had sex with in a certain sense."
She came closer and kissed him.
"But I like this new you better."
"Charlotte….Are you really okay with this?"
"Yeah, why shouldn't I?"
"You're really remarkable."
"Just as much as you are. Hannibal, do you mind if I ask something?"
"Of course I don't. Ask."
"Tell me, how does it feel when you kill someone."
He was surprised first but then he saw the interest in her eyes and this made him realise that this was the reason that made him tell everything to her. She had something dark in her, just like him.
"I can show you if you like."
"Don't fool me."
"No, I'm absolutely serious."
"How?" There was only mere excitement in her voice.
"That director of yours…."
"Nicola Palombi?"
"If that's his name. You said that he has been rude with you."
"I said he was pain in the ass."
He smiled. "Whatever. I hate those who are rude with others, especially with women. Maybe I could manage not to let him be rude again."
"And I would be there with you?"
"Correct. If you really would like to."
"More than anything. Or better to say more than anything except for this."
Next moment she was above him and the neighbours were made to wake up once again.
A few days of careful planning were enough to outline what are they going to do. First Charlotte had to agree to go out with Nicola. One Friday evening, after a rehearsal she stayed in the theatre until nobody was there except for Nicola. She went into his room and told him that she would like to go out for a dinner with him. It was amazing how easily the stupid prick agreed. He wasn't the least surprised as he was sure that Charlotte only agreed because she wants to use him to achieve more in the life of the theatre. He didn't mind that she only wanted to use him but he wanted to have her so much. He was longing for her too long. When they were sitting in the car and headed for a restaurant Charlotte told him that she couldn't wait longer and asked him to take her directly home. Nicola felt a sudden rush of excitement as he imagined fucking her. Charlotte noticed that as well and she felt disgust when she felt him touching her leg and heading towards another part of her body. But she couldn't push his hands away it would have ruined everything. Until now everything went fine. Nobody saw them leaving together. No eyewitnesses.
Nicola lived in a house in the outskirts of Florence. Hannibal followed them from the theatre and saw them entering the house. He knew he should hurry as that bastard couldn't wait to fuck Charlotte. He hurried to the front door and rang the bell. He was wearing gloves.
"Merda!" He heard Palombi swearing as he came to open the door.
"Buona sera." He said as he put the tissue wet from chloroform on Palombi's face. Seconds later he stopped resisting. He dragged his body into the house and Charlotte closed the door behind them. By that time she was wearing gloves too. She kissed him quickly.
"Good to see you. Look at this. This jackass tore my dress, my favourite one."
"Well, he won't do that again, that's for sure." She smiled at him.
"Okay, let's get this over with. Have you touched anything?"
Her answer was negative and they began. They laid Palombi on the dining table and tied him to it as to make it impossible for him to move when he would regain consciousness. When the chloroform wore off Charlotte knew that this was her time.
"Che cosa volete da me? Charlotte che cosa é sucesso? Dimmi! Puttana!"
"Lei non é una puttana, cazzo!"
"I had no idea you knew words like this in Italian."
"Una sorpresa."
"Ditemi che cosa volete da me! ADESSO!!
But they ignored him. The next moment Nicola felt a blade in his stomach. He cried out loud but Charlotte pushed a pillow against his face. He wanted to push her away be he couldn't move. He was running out of air so she took the pillow off. He tried to catch his breath as if he had dived deep into the sea. His stomach was aching and felt his blood running along his body.
"Would you like to continue?"
"Yes." Her voiced was determined. She took the knife out of Hannibal's hand and turned to Nicola.
"Charlotte, no. Per favore, NO! Ti pregoooo..."
"Non mi interessi." And she pushed the knife into his chest, where she thought his heart was. Nicola screamed from pain but this time it was Hannibal's turn to push the pillow against his face. They had no idea whether he died because of the knife in his heart or because he drowned but a few minutes later he moved no more. His blood was everywhere around the table and on the floor. They changed a look above the body.
"So, what was it like?"
"I have no word to describe what I feel. I enjoyed it. Really."
As he was watching her features he knew she told the truth. She felt his look on her face and raised her eyes from the dead to look at him.
"What?"
"Do you think what I think?"
"Well I hope so." They made out in Palombi's blood. It felt like heaven.
