If I lived a thousand years, I still don't think I'd have quite enough time to truly understand the inner working of the female mind. In one room, my lovely Clarice lies bound, holding her body hostage for the life of a woman she hardly knows, who just a few hours earlier tried to blind her with steaming hot coffee. In the other, Bonnie aggressively defends her right to a death she can only believe will be a merciful escape from the sham of a life she has endured up until this very strange intersection in time and space. My Persephone, who will consent to descend into the melancholy shade of Hades for the sake of a single lamb. And Psyche, the suicide urge suffocating her despairing heart, even as she feels a glimmer of what can only, inexplicably, be described as love. The archetypes swirl around me with an odd resonance that has haunted men and women for all time.
"Hello, Bonnie"
She startles when she hears my voice, but does not turn to greet me. She is naked now, kneeling demurely, with her eyes downcast to the plush carpet.
I remain just inside the doorway, and fold my arms across my chest. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and admire the fine cut of the suit. Splendid.
"She wants to take your place, you know. She offered herself to me tonight in exchange for your life."
At this, her shoulders tense, her arms held rigid. She finds her voice, and it is surprisingly steady.
"What have you decided to do?"
"Now, that really is the question, isn't it, Bonnie? Lie down on your stomach."
She does so, her face turned to the side, away from me. The welts on her back have faded somewhat, but they are still quite erotic in the damage they suggest. I briefly wonder what the crack of her small vertebrae would sound like. I crouch beside her and splay my hand over her back, pressing her firmly into the carpet. She can still breath around the thick carpet fibers, but not without some difficulty.
"You are the interesting product of your prior conditioning, Bonnie. Do you believe I am a man of my word?"
She shudders under my hand and I savor the subtle sensation. Her voice loses some of her implacable reserve when she speaks in halting tones.
"I hope so."
"Yes. But hope is such a cruel emotion isn't, teacup? I bet you hoped that worthless cow who bore you would find the strength to take her vulnerable little girl and run. And then again, you hoped that Daddy might seek out the affections of another and leave your poor, aching flesh alone long enough to heal. Hope has been decidedly cruel to you, hasn't it, Bonnie?"
I can see her glistening tears soaking into the carpet. I make a mental note of their location, in case I should like revisit some of those infused fibers, later. The sob that hitches in her breast twitches under my hand. It feels so good.
I flip her over roughly, and mount her, clamping my thighs tight against her legs, closing them. Her tear-bright eyes meet mine for an instant, then look away. I lower my head to her neck and bite her hard on the neck. The weeping tissue makes me salivate. She doesn't even flinch. I rasp into her ear.
"You've read the tabloids, haven't you Bonnie? You must know that I lust for her. So many years now."
She's shaking in earnest beneath me. I've felt that shudder before, but it's never been instigated by the fear of life before.
"And you, I've known you how long, Bonnie? All of ten hours? A decade of desire, pinned against few brief hours of passing fancy? Tell me, which do you think will prevail?"
She is positively shivering now, her nose red and her eyes liquid. She manages to choke out a plea amidst her crying.
"You promised."
"I did, didn't I? But who's to say you didn't come to me, specifically for this purpose? Perhaps you're the final bit of leverage I need to break her? Do you know how long I've ached to fuck her, Bonnie? Do you really think I'd give that up just to satisfy the whims of some presumptuous upstart with a little taste and an interesting form of pathology?"
My words must wound her deeply. But I'm enjoying myself. Savagery can be so heady, even when the only blood spilled is hearts blood.
"Such a pity you didn't find me sooner, my dear. Aren't the tricks time plays on us so wickedly perverse."
Her eyes gloss over, and I can sense her receding from me, hiding. If I looked deep enough into her eyes I think I could almost see her on the prow of a sailboat, traversing still waters with her nonexistent grandmother. Not yet, pretty. I want you back. I Grab a hold of her left index finger and wrench it from it's socket. Her focus comes rushing back as she screams in pain.
"Don't you go away from me, pet. I haven't decided to let you go."
I clasp my hand tightly over her mouth and nose, cutting off her breath with crushing pressure.
"You'll stay, or go as I see fit. Do you understand?"
She nods frantically, as insignificant capillaries burst in her eyes. I allow her to breath, and she gulps in the air with ardor, in spite of herself. I bury my hand in her hair and yank her roughly to her feet.
Stumbling, trying to keep her feet under her, I drag her from the room and down the hall. At the end of the hallway, I tear open the bathroom door and throw her roughly from me. She trips over her own feet and goes down hard on the tiles. When she looks up at me, there is a viciousness in her gaze that sets my blood to boiling.
"You promised me."
It is spat at me like the most vitriolic of venom. I feel the urge to slap her hard across the face, hearing the sweet sound her neck snapping with the force.
"You will wait for me here."
I slam the door hard enough to rattle the hinges, and lock her inside. I regain my composure as I walk down the hall.
"Hello, Bonnie"
She startles when she hears my voice, but does not turn to greet me. She is naked now, kneeling demurely, with her eyes downcast to the plush carpet.
I remain just inside the doorway, and fold my arms across my chest. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and admire the fine cut of the suit. Splendid.
"She wants to take your place, you know. She offered herself to me tonight in exchange for your life."
At this, her shoulders tense, her arms held rigid. She finds her voice, and it is surprisingly steady.
"What have you decided to do?"
"Now, that really is the question, isn't it, Bonnie? Lie down on your stomach."
She does so, her face turned to the side, away from me. The welts on her back have faded somewhat, but they are still quite erotic in the damage they suggest. I briefly wonder what the crack of her small vertebrae would sound like. I crouch beside her and splay my hand over her back, pressing her firmly into the carpet. She can still breath around the thick carpet fibers, but not without some difficulty.
"You are the interesting product of your prior conditioning, Bonnie. Do you believe I am a man of my word?"
She shudders under my hand and I savor the subtle sensation. Her voice loses some of her implacable reserve when she speaks in halting tones.
"I hope so."
"Yes. But hope is such a cruel emotion isn't, teacup? I bet you hoped that worthless cow who bore you would find the strength to take her vulnerable little girl and run. And then again, you hoped that Daddy might seek out the affections of another and leave your poor, aching flesh alone long enough to heal. Hope has been decidedly cruel to you, hasn't it, Bonnie?"
I can see her glistening tears soaking into the carpet. I make a mental note of their location, in case I should like revisit some of those infused fibers, later. The sob that hitches in her breast twitches under my hand. It feels so good.
I flip her over roughly, and mount her, clamping my thighs tight against her legs, closing them. Her tear-bright eyes meet mine for an instant, then look away. I lower my head to her neck and bite her hard on the neck. The weeping tissue makes me salivate. She doesn't even flinch. I rasp into her ear.
"You've read the tabloids, haven't you Bonnie? You must know that I lust for her. So many years now."
She's shaking in earnest beneath me. I've felt that shudder before, but it's never been instigated by the fear of life before.
"And you, I've known you how long, Bonnie? All of ten hours? A decade of desire, pinned against few brief hours of passing fancy? Tell me, which do you think will prevail?"
She is positively shivering now, her nose red and her eyes liquid. She manages to choke out a plea amidst her crying.
"You promised."
"I did, didn't I? But who's to say you didn't come to me, specifically for this purpose? Perhaps you're the final bit of leverage I need to break her? Do you know how long I've ached to fuck her, Bonnie? Do you really think I'd give that up just to satisfy the whims of some presumptuous upstart with a little taste and an interesting form of pathology?"
My words must wound her deeply. But I'm enjoying myself. Savagery can be so heady, even when the only blood spilled is hearts blood.
"Such a pity you didn't find me sooner, my dear. Aren't the tricks time plays on us so wickedly perverse."
Her eyes gloss over, and I can sense her receding from me, hiding. If I looked deep enough into her eyes I think I could almost see her on the prow of a sailboat, traversing still waters with her nonexistent grandmother. Not yet, pretty. I want you back. I Grab a hold of her left index finger and wrench it from it's socket. Her focus comes rushing back as she screams in pain.
"Don't you go away from me, pet. I haven't decided to let you go."
I clasp my hand tightly over her mouth and nose, cutting off her breath with crushing pressure.
"You'll stay, or go as I see fit. Do you understand?"
She nods frantically, as insignificant capillaries burst in her eyes. I allow her to breath, and she gulps in the air with ardor, in spite of herself. I bury my hand in her hair and yank her roughly to her feet.
Stumbling, trying to keep her feet under her, I drag her from the room and down the hall. At the end of the hallway, I tear open the bathroom door and throw her roughly from me. She trips over her own feet and goes down hard on the tiles. When she looks up at me, there is a viciousness in her gaze that sets my blood to boiling.
"You promised me."
It is spat at me like the most vitriolic of venom. I feel the urge to slap her hard across the face, hearing the sweet sound her neck snapping with the force.
"You will wait for me here."
I slam the door hard enough to rattle the hinges, and lock her inside. I regain my composure as I walk down the hall.