Ch 7

I carefully trailed behind the kid, making sure not to get myself made. She was driving carefully, not even a single digit over the speed limit. She was cautious as she should be, especially with an unconscious body in the back of her trunk. She's a smart girl. She continued driving until she passed by the downtown area and started turning into a residential area full of duplexes. She parked on the side of the street. It was drenched with shadows. I parked a few blocks down and watched with eager eyes. The two men got out of her car and headed towards the back. As soon as the trunk was popped open the men readily lifted Karofsky up, a large heavy carpet draped lazily over his body. They carried him inside of one of the duplexes. I lit up a cig and continued watching in amusement.

Sloppy work… Anyone with half a brain could see what was going on. I wonder if anyone is going to call it into the police.

A moment later the two men came out and went to a vehicle that was parked on the other side of the street, a dark unmarked van. I took note of the vehicle as they drove past me, completely unnoticed. Rachel never came back out.

I threw out the bud of my cig and got out of the car. I quietly stretched my legs before making my way to the building. Once I got to the door I causally glanced around. From my back pocket I pulled out my small packet of tools. I got the door working with ease. After a few seconds I got the door open. I poked my head inside. I couldn't hear anything. I quietly entered the place, shutting the door quietly. As I stepped inside I was taken aback.

The living room area was large. On the opposite side of me was a wall that was made up of large see through windows.

I bet it gets bright in here in the morning.

The rest of the walls were made up of a dark red brick. I silently crept into the area, taking note of the three steps leading down to several soft looking white sofas and a large sturdy coffee table. Large decorative pieces hung from the brick walls. Above the fireplace was a plasma screen TV with the full workings. Towards the back I spotted the open kitchen with an island counter. This place was a lot different from my stuffy ass place.

I shook my head, sighing heavily. Why the hell would she bring HIM here? You're never supposed to bring them home! Especially to where you live! RECKLESS! She's definitely not as smart as I gave her credit for.

Off to the left there was a small winding staircase leading up to a room. I made my way up the small staircase. Bookshelves lined the walls of the room. A large and messy desk took up most of the center. I shifted through the various papers scattered about the desk.

Messy….

As I sifted through the paperwork I found blueprints of a room. I gazed down at it. A room… to what? I shook my head and walked back out and down the stairs. She wasn't up here. To my right there was a large hallway. I walked down the hallway. The door at the end was partially open. I pushed it open and looked inside. My vision was filled with soft crème walls, off white dressers, and a large sea like bed at the center.

Her bedroom.

I stood still and looked around. The room smelled like her. Articles of clothing were everywhere. It seemed as if she were in a rush. I gazed over her perfumes lined on the dresser before walking to the adjoining bathroom. No one was there.

"Where are you guys?" I whispered as I walked out of the room.

Maybe this isn't the right duplex?

I went back to the living room and headed straight for the kitchen. I opened up the fridge. It was stocked with food. Towards the bottom of the fridge I spotted a case of beer.

"Bingo!" I mumbled as I grabbed one and popped it off.

As I took a large gulp my eyes lazily came across another door, one I hadn't seen before. I placed my beer down and walked towards it. I opened it and found myself staring down into a dark brick tunnel. Was this here before?

The tunnel blew in a sudden and cool breeze. It was enough to send chills running down my spine. My heart unexpectedly started beating faster as I took the few steps down and cautiously walked down the tunnel. Excitement filled my veins as I brought my right hand to my holster and removed my gun. The seconds agonizingly ticked on as I finally made my way to the end. Another door, except this one was already cracked open.

I took note of the high tech gear next to the door. There was a key pad that linked up to some type of computer system. I quickly began putting the pieces together. Those schematics upstairs… I blinked, staring at the opened door. She had this built.

"Sloppy." I whispered lowly.

An eerie feeling was crawling through me. If I had been a reasonable person I'd have turned back around. But how could I resist? A secret room! There was no way in hell I was turning back around. With a large breath I opened the door and peeked into the room. I was blinded by fluorescent lighting and white walls. I stepped inside the room and immediately stopped in my tracks, my jaw falling open with a pure shock. White walls, white floor tiles, metal cabinets and countertops….

My heart was going mad with fever. Surgical tools, knives, hatchets, swords… and a chainsaw? In the center of the room I had finally found what I was looking for. Karofsky hung in mid air, chains shackled on his arms and legs. There was a blindfold over him and a large red gag placed in his mouth. He was still knocked out. The man was completely naked.

"Oh my…..." I whispered breathlessly.

There was a sharp gasp that echoed through the room. I spun around. There she is…. Her big brown eyes were large and wide. I stood there staring at her. It was all I could do. At that moment I felt a trace of electricity run through me. It was as if a match had finally been lit. I was too stunned to move or say anything. Obviously, it wasn't the same for her as she quickly dove for one of her drawers, a moment later I was staring down the barrel of a gun.

"What the hell are you doing here? How did you get in?" she asked.

I let out a small breath as I suddenly came to. I blinked a few times, trying to wrap my head around this. "Is this how you treat all of your guests?" I asked, a light smirk on my face.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE QUINN!" she yelled out.

A spontaneous laughter erupted within me. I looked around just to be sure I wasn't dreaming. This had to be the most absurd thing I'd ever seen in my life!

"Get out." Rachel demanded.

"I'm definitely NOT going anywhere. Not until you address the big elephant in the room, or rather should I say the big naked guy?"

"If you don't leave, I will shoot you." She announced with a cold glimmer in her eye.

I chuckled softly. "You don't have it in you babe."

A loud bang popped into the air. I jumped in shock, completely stunned. My heart was racing. I started laughing and shaking my head. She missed. A second later an immense pain shot through me. I gazed down at myself. Blood was oozing from my left shoulder. I looked up at her, shock pulsing through me. Rachel stood there, the gun still aimed at me. There was no remorse in her big browns. I swallowed heavily, gazing at her completely enamored.

"YOU SHOT ME!" I exclaimed.

The other girl licked her lips. The gun was as steady as ever. "Get out!" she ordered once more.

I started chuckling again, the blood falling onto her clean white tiles. Rachel was looking at me as if I was crazy after having been shot. I couldn't blame her. I nodded and trudged my way past her and through the door and down the tunnel. I made my way back to her kitchen and headed for her sink, shrugging off my jacket in the process. I grunted loudly as I started removing my shirt.

"What the hell are you doing? I told you to get out!" Rachel exclaimed.

I glanced at her, knowingly. "I told you I'm not going anywhere darling."

"Don't call me that."

The gun was no longer in her possession.

"You need to leave and get to the hospital." Rachel demanded.

I shook my head.

"You've got to be kidding…" she huffed out.

I looked at her seriously.

"I'm calling 911 then."

"You wouldn't dare…" I mumbled out as I inspected the bullet wound. Blood was gushing out.

"So what do you want me to do then? Let you bleed out on my kitchen floor?" she asked. A second later a small smile crossed her face. "Actually that would nicely wrap things up for me. No loose ends…"

I chuckled loudly. "You'd love that wouldn't you?" I asked, slumping over her kitchen sink.

"A girl can fantasize." She muttered as she grabbed a knife from nearby.

A second later she placed the knife against my throat. She was close to me, looking me dead in the eye. "I'm giving you a final warning, leave now."

She wanted to play. "Do it already. I know you've been dying to." I teased.

"You repulse me. I hate everything that you stand for. I'd be doing the entire world a favor." She whispered seductively to me.

"I repulse you? Now that hurts." I leaned in closer to her. I tried my best not to groan as the knife pierced into my skin as I moved in. She looked down, realizing what I was doing. She quickly removed the knife and chunked it into the sink, an angry growl coming from her throat.

"You're just like me." I chuckled loudly.

"I'm nothing like you." She barked out.

Rachel started moving around the kitchen. I watched as she grabbed a towel and shoved it harshly into my wound. I groaned and grasped onto the sink. Blood was everywhere. I could feel myself getting lightheaded. My vision was starting to blur. I gazed over in the corner of the kitchen. How odd!

"W-What is that?" I asked, until I finally fell to the floor.

My vision was starting to swim and fade into darkness. I started laughing… that fucking pink elephant. That cookie jar…

My eyes finally popped open. I sat up in a bed. I looked around. I was in Rachel's room. The smell… she was everywhere. I gazed down at my wound. It was all bandaged up. Whispered voices trailed in from another room. I slowly got up, leaving the comfort of warmth. I was only in my bra and boxers. I opened the bedroom door and ventured out into the living room. Rachel was talking to another person. I stood still, frowning when I realized the other guest was the doc.

"You ladies wouldn't happen to be talking about little old me now?" I asked, interrupting the conversation.

Both turned my way. The doc quickly moved to me.

"What are you doing out of bed? Are you crazy?" she chastised.

I shrugged her off. "I'm fine. I'm not a child."

"You need to rest, you've just been shot. I can't believe you're still awake after all the drugs I've pumped into you." She pointed out.

"I'll rest when I'm dead." I replied.

"You see!" Rachel said chiming in, throwing her hands in the air.

"She's always been stubborn. And that's why you just need to be prepared." The doc remarked.

"What?" I asked.

I felt something prick the side of my neck. I hastily pulled away. The doc had a needle in her hands. I stumbled away from her, hanging onto the wall.

"Did you just fucking-"

"Grab her before she falls." The doc announced.

Both of the women grabbed my arms, they started dragging me back to the bedroom.

"I-I think if things were different- a-and I wasn't me, and you weren't you…." I paused as I got shoveled onto the bed. "I think I we were made for each other."

The doc placed the covers over me. My head started swimming again with warmth. My eyes got heavy. Rachel stood at the end of the bed, watching me. Her face was hidden by shadows.

"She's on a lot of drugs." The doc said.

"I know you…. I know everything." I whispered. "That pink elephant told me everything."

The pillow was soft, unlike anything I'd felt before. This place… It felt like home.

I woke up again. My head was spinning. There was a cup of water on the nightstand. I picked it up along with two white pills. I gulped them down in one go. I looked down at my shoulder. It felt better than before. Once I pulled back the covers I noticed the large pink cast on my leg.

"Seriously!" I groaned out.

I huffed out loud and looked around the room. I was still in Rachel's bedroom. I pulled myself up from the bed and threw on a shirt that was lying on the floor. It looked like an old baseball style shirt. I walked out of the room and to the living room. Everything was shrouded in darkness except for the fireplace that was burning.

The kid was sitting on the sofa, a book in her hand. Large glasses took up more than half her face. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun. She was wearing a tank top and a pair of black shorts. On the coffee table was a glass of red wine. Something began stirring within myself. And it wasn't just in my pants.

Rachel looked up and met my eyes. Immediately the book snapped shut. She removed her glasses and stood from her seat, her demeanor changing drastically. I didn't say anything as I took her in. I felt her eyes trailing over me as well. The crackling of fire was the only thing that could be heard. I slowly walked towards her.

"Don't take another step." Rachel said firmly.

"Or what?" I asked, ignoring her order.

Rachel dipped into the sofa cushion and pulled out another gun. Goodness… how many does she have? I paused shortly when I saw the gun. Her eyes were burning with fire. What the hell? It's been a good life. Why not die in arms of a beautiful woman? I continued making my way to her. Her arm lifted, the gun aimed at me. My heart was racing with excitement. I stood a foot away from her. I slowly continued until I felt the gun press into my chest. I was breathing heavily, waiting, staring deep into her eyes.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to pull that fucking trigger?" I asked roughly.

She pressed it more firmly into my chest. "I have a boyfriend."

"That's not my concern." I replied back sharply. "And if you're not going to use that thing" I roughly smacked the gun from her. It flew out onto the floor somewhere. "Then get that thing out of my face!"

A powerful force slapped across my face as she stepped away from me. I continued making my way forward to her. She slapped me again, and again. She raised her hand up again. I easily caught it mid air and pulled her to me.

Her lips melted onto mine like an alcoholic who that hadn't had a drink in a while. A fire erupted within me as our lips worked against each other. I quickly broke the kiss and managed to take her down roughly onto the floor. I hit the floor with her. We struggled against each other, both trying to fight for control. I pulled her hair, her back arching. I dove into her neck, latching myself to it. She was a lot stronger than she looked. She got in a few good smacks and managed to pin me a few times. Clothing was torn and shredded. Her hand roughly applied pressure to my wound. I groaned out loud as she got my boxers off. I flipped us over, hovering over her naked body.

"This is going to hurt." I grunted out.

I slid myself inside of her. Rachel closed her eyes, her mouth falling open as a loud gasp fell from her lips.

"Oh fuck."

I pushed myself in all the way. Nails dug deeply into my back. I didn't give her a chance to adjust as I started working myself in and out. She shifted, her legs opening wider. I went in deeper, groaning wildly. I picked up speed, fucking her hard and rough. Slapping skin and breathy moans echoed through the room.

This isn't going to last long….

I was already there. I tried to make myself calm down but I couldn't stop. I couldn't control myself. A moment later I was flipped onto my back. Rachel was suddenly above me. She rode me like a hardcore professional. Her beautiful, large, and perky breasts shined like a spotlight. My hands slid up and down her smooth waist. I gazed up at her with admiration as her head was tossed back, eyes closed as she fucked me hard.

"Oh no." I groaned out.

This was it…. . I closed my eyes and felt myself dive over the edge. I gasped loudly as small spots of color filled my vision as if I'd been struck hard in the face. I spilled myself into her, harshly. It felt like it would never stop. Until it did.

A moment later she collapsed onto my chest, her head buried in the crook of my neck. She was breathing just as hard as I was. I pulled out of her. She rolled over next to me. I stared up at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath.

"I'm sorry." I got out.

"Why?" Rachel asked.

"That you didn't- you know- I overestimated the situation."

There was a small moment of silence until I heard a small voice respond back. "I did actually."

"Oh, that's good then." I nodded.

The crackling of the fire took over once more as a heaviness took over me. My eyes slowly closed and I fell into a deep sleep.

My eyes popped open. A blaring light blinded me fully. Small streaks of tears leaked from the sides of my face. I sat up, my back aching. You are too old to be sleeping on the floor! Sunlight was shining through the windows of Rachel's living room. My head suddenly felt heavy. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed my clothing draped casually over one of the sofas.

I slowly stood up, noticing the blanket that fell off of me. I was still naked. I reached my clothing and tried very carefully to put everything on. It really didn't help that my shoulder was bandaged up and my leg was in a cast again.

"Rachel!" I called out once I was fully dressed.

Nothing. I scratched the back of my head and slowly walked around the entire place. She wasn't here.

"Well she definitely gets her message across." I sighed.

Once I gathered everything I trudged my way to the door. With one last and final glance I left.

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