THE KILLING TYPE - AGAIN, CHAPTER 4
"PENANCE"
47 lay on his stomach on the slab inside Christie's sauna hut, his head
rested on it's side on top of his folded forearms, besides the towel
draped over the back of his lower torso, he was naked, his suit and
shoulder holsters hung in the hut's other room, which seemed larger
than it appeared from the outside. A faint steam filled the entire hut,
and the increase in temperature was already having an effect on 47,
he was starting to feel tired and lethargic.
"What exactly does she think she's going to do" 47 queried.
"How is a massage going to help", though 47 found the idea of this
beautiful woman running her hands up and down his naked torso
quite appealing, it wasn't too long before he remembered the nightmare
and the once pleasurable thought became a frightening one. It was at this
point that 47 realised just how vulnerable a position he was in. He was
lying virtually naked on a slab, half asleep, in someone else's
home. His weapons and himself were more than a metre apart and he was
in the centre of a room, with no cover, he was open from virtually every
angle.
You fool, what the hell do you think your'e doing, your'e completely
defenceless, completely vulnerable, this could easily be a set up, a
woman whom you barely know tells you to walk in here and wait
for her, naked!!!!, and you do it. How do you know that a thin
wire isn't about to loop around your'e neck and choke the life out
of you???.
"I've lived long enough, I won't be leaving anything behind,................
..........I just don't care anymore,................if she is here to kill me so
what???................If anyone were going to end my life I'd be glad if
it were someone beautiful like her".
Listen to yourself, you were trained better than this, your'e not
supposed to love, you think some monster like you deserves to make
love to an angel like her???. Your'e pathetic.
"Get off my back".
47 lay silently for a few more moments, before the door behind him
opened and closed quietly, Christie strode silently into the steamy
room wearing a flowing silk dressing gown tied with a sash, jet
black with red and green patterns of spiraling chinese dragons.
Moving quietly she opened a nearby cupboard and removed an
insense coil and some rubbing lotions. Though lethargic and half
asleep from the steamy heat of the room, 47 had heard Christie
enter, he hadn't said anything though, he was just waiting for the
inevitable, whatever it may be.
As 47 continued to lay silently on the slab, Christie lit the insense
coil, as it burned a strong scent slowly assimilated with the steam
and the room slowly started to fill with the aroma. The insense made 47
feel drowsier, as if slowly falling into a trance. After lighting the coil
Christie moved in close to the left side of the slab, undoing the sash
of her silk gown she let it slide off her shoulders and fall to the floor,
out of the corner of his eye 47 could see she was wearing the same
one piece she had on in the pool, though it had dried off by now.
"Christie???" 47 finally spoke.
"Shhhhhh" Christie hushed him softly, placing a hand reassuringly on his
shoulder.
"Just relax" she told him as she climbed onto the slab, straddling his lower
torso. Lathering some massage lotion into her palms she gripped the sides
of his lower waist, pressing her thumbs into a predetermined area of his
lower back, 47 felt this, it seemed as if she were deliberately applying
pressure to a vulnerable spot, it didn't hurt or feel specifically unpleasant
but it created a sensation that was definitely captivating. Releasing the
pressure of her thumbs, Christie repositioned her palms close together
and while pressing them into 47's back she ran them upward till she
reached his shoulders. 47 couldn't help but groan under the sensation,
it was obvious to him that Christie knew exactly what she was doing and
she seemed to be very good at it too. As her hands reached his broad
shoulder span she gripped a palm around each of his defined outer
shoulder muscles, pressing her thumbs into another sensitive spot, again
the sensation was niether painful nor unpleasant but it definitely drew
attention. Christie continued to press into the sensitive spot as she
leaned foward slowly, further and further until her head was only
centimetres from the back of his, he could feel her hot breath on his
skin.
"I need you to do something" Christie whispered softly.
"It's difficult for me to ask you this but, I need you to close your eyes
and concentrate, on the people you have killed up until this day, I
understand that it may be difficult for you but when it is all over you
will feel better and I'll be waiting for you......., I promise". She kissed
the back of his neck and returned to an upright position.
With that 47 closed his eyes and, as instructed, concentrated, digging
deep into the nether regions of his sub concious for every death dealing
memory. As he concentrated he continued to feel Christie sensually rub
and grind her lotion covered palms over him, prodding and grinding
several sensitive spots, combined with the aroma within the steam he felt
a surreal, trance like sensation slowly envelope him, he was paralyzed,
even if he wanted to move he couldn't, Christie's probing hands had
complete control over him as they isolated every sensitive spot then
pressed and ground it, completely wearing it out, it helped him ease up
as every tense muscle and sinew in his body felt as if it were being
ground into mush by a pair of petite feminine palms. Slowly the blurred
images in his head started to take focus. He could see the back of a man
sitting at a desk sorting through files, the scene was vaguely familiar, it was
his first kill, he watched as his gloved hands wound and readied a thin
wire, he knew exactly what would happen next, from a crouching position
he crept closer to the man at the desk, then rising to his feet, in the blink of
an eye, the wire was coiled around the man's throat, he choked and
spluttered violently, struggling for his life, but soon the struggling ceased
and his head lay, lifeless, on the desk, he was a young man, probably only
in his mid twenties with an engagement ring fastened on his index finger.
Seeing the vision of himself taking the life of this young, unfortunate man
47 felt a tear run down his face. It was then 47 realised that for the first
time in his life he had shed a tear, both for himself and for another he had
harmed. Soon the office faded and he was in an apartment hallway, a door
ahead of him opened and a woman of around 40, wearing a business suit
stepped out, he advanced toward her slightly and drew a .45 pistol with
an attached suppressor, the woman's expression suddenly became one of
terror as, a millisecond later, he heard the "CHKA", "CHKA" sound of the
pistol's chamber opening and closing as two .45 calibre rounds penetrated
the woman's torso, she crumpled painfully to the ground, writhing and
spasming as she shrieked and howled at the pain of the hollow point
rounds shredding and singing her flesh, standing above her 47 aimed the
pistol at her head and expelled two more rounds into her brain, the woman
spasmed suddenly, as the bullets shredded through her and ruptered her
inner cranium, then lay still. This time several more tears escaped 47's
eyes as his face cringed at the painful vision. Again and again he was
confronted by the memories of all those he had killed, men and women
, so many lives he had mercilessly destroyed, so many others he had
ruined in the process. Soon tears were streaming from his eyes as he
buried his face in his forearms sobbing and weeping like a lost,
abandoned child.
Christie reached around and grasped a hold of 47's right wrist, to pull his
arm behind his back, away from his face. He resisted at first, he needed
his forearms to weep into, he didn't want her to see him cry. Applying
pressure to a sensitive spot on the inside of 47's wrist, Christie was
eventually able to bring his right arm around his lower back, followed
by 47's left arm, there Christie secured both his wrists in her grasp. With
his arms held firmly in place behind him, 47 could do nothing but weep
out aloud, tears streamed off his cringed face and onto the slab beneath
him.
Christie realised the pain she was causing him, and some of her felt guilty
for putting 47 through such pain, but there wasn't much else she could
do for him now other than stay with him while he rode it out. While 47
continued to weep, Christie leaned down to whisper in his ear.
"shhhhhhhhh, it's okay" she comforted him softly.
"don't resist it, let it all out now, you have a lot of catching up to do" she
spoke again, gently resting her forehead against the back of his neck.
47 continued to weep, he did so for some time, and Christie stayed with
him, eventually the tears stopped and 47 finally calmed down, without a
word he rested his head on it's side, breathing deeply. Christie released
her hold on his wrists and they fell, limply, by his sides.
"He's fast asleep" Christie thought.
"Must be the exhaustion, he was crying for almost an hour".
Gently, making sure not to disturb his slumber, Christie climbed off 47,
and onto the sauna floor. She stood beside him for a moment, just
watching him sleep, his body heaving slightly with each breath.
"He looks so gentle, asleep like this" Christie thought.
"Nothing like the person he sees himself as being".
Christie softly brushed away a tear still lingering on 47's eyelid, stroked
his cheek, and kissed him softly on the forehead.
"Sweet dreams lover" She wispered to him, before retying her silk gown
and exiting the sauna, leaving 47 to sleep peacefully.
END OF CHAPTER 4
ANOTHER CHAPTER DOWN. Once again, I hope everyone's enjoying
it. Every other time I've posted a chapter the next one was already almost
done and ready for posting, unfortunately it's not the case this time, at the
immediate time of posting this chapter I've only written about 2 sentences
of the next chapter, I've been going over and over in my head exactly what
will be said and done by 47 and Christie in the next chapter because I see
it as being a very important chapter in which everything must be perfect.
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