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Chapter 8
"Are you sure you want to play out Evilenko, Zoya?" he asked. I didn't answer him right away. There's been flashing lights in the trees as we've been talking. At first I thought it was just a blinking of a communications tower for plane landing. Wichita is widely known as Jet City because of so many planes taking off. It's when I started seeing more of them I felt uneasy. I stopped walking and Damion paused with me. "Are you having second thoughts? I totally understand if you change your mind."
"It's not that," I said. I point to the trees. "You see those flashing lights? Those are cameras. Rubick is purposefully letting me know I'm being watched so that little conversation we had might have fucked us over." I started wringing my hands together. Turned out I might need to get out of Dodge with Damion sooner than I thought. While I was becoming a nervous wreck, Damion was very relaxed. He pulled me to his side and gave me the good news in a very casual manner.
"You worry too much," said Damion. "Those cameras are just getting a tweek in the system by my brothers. Rubick would think this is just you doing your worst."
"Brothers?"
"Alex-speak for friend. Out of all the personas I absorbed Alex is the most dominate and sometimes annoying one. Some of them tend to get jealous." I was about to ask what he meant when a moaning of a girl caught our attention. It was a Steele hanging by her wrists next to an oak tree. Looked like she'd been hanging there for a while. Her naked body shook from the cold and exhaustion. He whispered in my ear, "Even though the cameras are hacked you still need to do a little bit of your work in case he'll question you. Take out your frustration but don't kill her, my brothers will do that."
"Do they know my signature marks?"
"As avid fans they'll make it perfect to the last grim detail. Back to what I'm saying. Once you smell something rancid like something that died that's your que to run back and meet me there. Understand?"
"Sparkling clear," I said. I gave him a kiss and walked back into the darkness. It was only the Steele and me. I let the bag drop to get her attention. She stopped moving and I thought she was trying to say something. I knelt to the ground and dug into my bag to get my knife and my special whip. I walked over to her and ungagged her. Already she was pleading.
"Please, I don't want to do this anymore. I've been waiting out here for hours and-"
"Were you a Lolita or a Belle?" This question caught her off guard. She probably never had such a question asked of her before. I was not surprised. Doesn't matter if you're a Lolita or a Belle you'll eventually become a Steele and nobody gives a shit what you were before. I took her by the hair and pointed the blade to her neck. "Don't make me ask you again."
"Ok, Ok, I was a Belle!"
I snickered, "I can tell by how panicky you look. If you were a Lolita you wouldn't look so scared." The blade gave her a tiny nick on the neck and she started screaming. Yep, she was definitely a Belle. Laughing at her over reaction, I asked, "So tell me, Belle. How long have you been a Steele?"
"A week." I gave out a long whistle. Just fresh from the frying pan and into the fire. The new Steele continued, "I thought that becoming a Steele wouldn't be so bad. I've been a good Belle since I was twelve. Did nothing criminal and I'm still a virgin."
"Really?" I said, walking away from her slowly. "That's a shame." I cracked the whip and it began to glow red. This whip was not only going to leave a lash, it was going to burn. The Steele suddenly went silent. "Let me tell you something about virginity, darling. It's not a precious thing, it's a curse." The whip made its first lash like lightning on the Steele. The crack and the scream resembled the sound of thunder.
"When you're young it lays dormant but once you hit puberty it breaks out like hives. For some reason it only affects women but never men which I find to be unfair." I unleashed the fury of the whip on her a second time. Her screams sounded louder and better the second time. "And when you get older, it gets worse. No matter how many times you scratch it off it doesn't leave, you hate having it around but everyone else wants you to keep it because it's special. Do you know how fucked up that sounds?" I whipped her again with harder velocity. Along with the thunder and lightning I could smell burning flesh. "Society wants you to be sick because it's sick itself. It's when you lose the disease that Society begins to degrade you because you're well. That-" crack "is so" crack "FUCKED UP!" CRACK
Whip ready for the seventh time I caught a whiff of something foul. It had the stench of a sewer, the zoo, roadkill, and sulfer rolled into a stew of rotting bodies. The smell was so bad I almost threw up. I turned away from the smell when I heard a voice that had the same hellish accent as Damion only this time there was a hint of Italian. "Run, Julliette." I don't know why they called me Julliette but I had no intentions of asking why. Leaving the whip and the bag behind I ran back to where I came from. I didn't even bother to look back. Steele's fading screams told me whoever was there wasn't friendly.
I was close enough to see the faint red of my car when a human shape appeared in front of it. High on adrenaline I hid behind a tree and peeked. From what I could see in the dark the figure was tall by human standards. Looking a little harder I could tell he was wearing glasses and not the fashionable kind either. For five minutes he'd been pacing my car but he had no intention of stealing it. He was waiting for something but what the hell for? When an unwelcome hand landed on my shoulder I conjured up the smell from earlier and I went into a full sprint. Fuck the creep stalking my car, the stench of evil can have him!
"Whoever the fuck you are, get away from-" I stopped once I got a good look of his face. I suddenly remembered our Evilenko fantasy yet with all the excitement I had forgotten all about it. For someone playing a real life Lecter, he sure looked worried. He pulled me close and held me tightly as if I might blow away into the night.
"What took you so long, Zoya? I was beginning to think they took you."
"Sorry, I forgot we were supposed to meet here," I said. "Your friends are scary as hell."
"What friends?" said a third party. I broke away from Damion to get a good look at the uninvited guest. The grey suit was the first thing that caught my eye and made alarms go off. That nice tailored suit screamed he was a Grey and waiting for his Steele in the woods. If a Grey is here for his 'investment' that means she's of high value to him. If anything happens to his Steele he can report it to the government. That also means Rubick will know.
"I'll handle this," said Damion, as he smiled to the Grey. "Hello comrade, what brings you here this fine evening?" The Grey gave him a look of disapproval. From a young age New Americans have been taught to hate other countries that are not allies. Russia is considered a huge enemy, right next to the United States of Europe.
"I can ask you the same thing," said the Grey. Damion held his hands up to make peace.
"I know what you're thinking comrade but don't let my accent fool you. I have no family in Russia or in my home town in the Ukraine so I decided to become a citizen to the Democratic Republic of America to be with my niece, Zoya. Since I have no children and she has lost her family to a killer I thought it would be best to leave the country in order to be closer to her." The Grey looked at me then over to Damion.
"You mean as in Lovejoy?"
"Of course comrade, not every girl is lucky enough to be a Zoya." The Grey shook my hand with a million apologies I had no care to listen. I sighed in relief when Damion pulled him away. "You are a Grey, aren't you?"
"Yeah, my prized Steele is doing a job in the woods. I was waiting a mile away when I smelt something bad then a moment later she starts screaming. I know her screams personally and the screams she was making was not out of pleasure. I followed her because I thought she was my Steele." That last part got me angry. It made me remember the time I almost became one by force. Damion put his arm around the Grey's shoulder.
"Why don't we go back into the woods and see if she's still there. Did you tie her up in anyway?" Damion pulled a knife out of his jacket and gave it to me. I smiled at the gift and the change of plan. Mr. Grey was going to know who the real masters of the universe are in a few moments.
"Yeah, I was instructed to tie her to a tree. I think I should have declined that request. The woods are a terrible place." I walked beside the Grey, positioned my knife and stabbed him in the back. He fell to his knees, screaming in surprise. I pulled the blade out and repeated stabbing him while he begged for mercy. I can actually feel myself getting wet during the act. Rubick didn't tell me to kill this person and it feels so good because it was my choice and not his. After stabbing the corpse for the fortieth time Damion put it to a stop.
"That's enough," he said. "You had your fill of death. Now let me fill you with life." He kissed me and I let go of the knife. When I led his hand to the wet fire of my loins, he suddenly withdrew. I saw him standing over me. He stared at the dead Grey then back to me. Why did he look so afraid?
"I can't do this," he said, backing away. This is so weird. He was the supernatural being here, so I should have been the one freaking out, not the other way around. Irritated and uneasy at the same time I got up myself.
"What do you mean you can't do this," I said. "You let me kill a man but for some reason you don't want to get in my pants?" He backed away even further. Looking down and wringing his hands together he reminded me of flower girls that are never picked for the dance.
"I really want to but it doesn't work unless I….." This is where it got really weird. He took off his glasses and starts crying. Feeling awkward by this situation, I tried to comfort him but he backed away once again. "Don't come near me!"
"What the hell is wrong with you, Damion? Are you going to fuck me or not?"
"I really like you and I want to make love but I don't want to kill you for my Master," he said. He was about to run off when he suddenly stopped just inches away from where I was standing. Seconds later he starts whispering in Russian. Strangely it sounds like two people talking to each other.
"Damion?" As if his name was a que I felt my body being pulled by an invisible force. High on adrenaline again, I screamed as vines strung me up like an animal for the slaughter. Branches stripped off my clothes but that wasn't the scariest part. Once I was fully naked I felt my flesh begin to tear. "Oh God, please don't make me skinless!" Thankfully that didn't happen but when I looked down I was terrified. All of the scars I've won through the years began to open, some bled deeper than others. The worst was still to come.
The left side of my face began to burn. It got worse when the flesh and the muscles started to separate. Immediately I knew what was happening. "Not the face! Not the-" I screamed when half of my jaw fell. The pain made me remember my self-mutilation after killing my step-mother. Back then I thought that if I did it myself it wouldn't hurt so badly. I was so wrong. I was very close to fainting when I felt a tongue lick the damage, and the pain became less noticeable.
I gasped when I felt his fingers slide inside me. I knew I wasn't getting a Lynch from any Bliss. In fact, I was completely sober. My heart was pounding in my chest and it's not a good feeling. I had thought that if something was pleasuring me internally, I would immediately like it but that wasn't the case.
"Stop, stop, I want this to stop!" Damion did stop, but that didn't relieve me. I didn't want to cry, yet I ended up crying anyway. "I can't do this. I thought I was ready but I can't." I waited for the insults to arrive when the vines let go and he caught me. I finally looked into his eyes. They were not the eyes I usually know. One eye was a jade green while the other was red.
"We're sorry," he said. Laying me down on the grass he kissed me. "We didn't mean to hurt you."
"What do you mean we?" I asked, looking around. "Is there supposed to be another person here?"
"It was supposed to be only you and my persona, Andrei but he didn't feel very confident with himself. He thinks he'll murder you so I decided it would be best if I'm present. Are you up for a manage a trois?"
My face started to burn red. The image of two men going at me at once wasn't very savory. I am no prude, but I'd rather have a threesome with a man and a women, the thought of which made me think of Rachael. I got rid of the thought before I could start crying again.
"Can you ease me into it? That way it wouldn't feel so overwhelming." His lips were against mine. He answered with a soft kiss.
"You mean like this?" His hand guided mine between my legs sliding the folds then going deep inside myself. I've masturbated before but this was going to a whole new level and it felt so wonderful. As the tension grew stronger, I decided it was time.
"I'm ready," I panted. I was coming very close. "I don't care which just take me now." As soon as I said it, I realized what he meant by 'we'. Once he pulled down his pants I had to stop playing with myself just to make sure what I was seeing was correct. Instead of one penis, he had two and both of them looked like they belonged to two different people. The one on the right was scared while the left was huge and had piercings from the tip to the balls. Even though they were different, they agreed with one thing. They were definitely happy to see me.
"I'm taking the one on the right," I said. The one with the jade eye smiled while the red one looked a little hurt. When the first one slide inside me I was surprised it didn't hurt. Andrei looked just as surprised but for very different reasons.
"This is…happening," he said in disbelief. I could feel him move but he did it very slowly as if he might hurt me. "Do you feel anything?"
"Course, I can feel you. In fact, you're quite big," I said. His thrust became faster after I mentioned his size. He sure wasn't as big as Damion but that didn't mean he was tiny either. Wanting him to go a little faster I added, "Actually you're very big."
"Really," he said. I pulled myself closer as the fire burned stronger between us.
"Yes, really," I moaned. I offered up my breasts. "Try not to bit too hard." His mouth sucked my right nipple and we're now in the mercy of passion. The sex felt so good that the pain of Damion's piercings rubbing against my leg was minor. Our climax was a mingle of 'yes' and 'da'. We rolled to our side basking in the afterglow in silence.
After a while of cuddling, he asked, "Why do you like me?"
"We're both violent and lonely people," I said. "When I read about you in my dad's criminal library I fantasied about going back in time to see you. I like to think we'd protect each other, help each other, hurt and love each other. We'd be too busy on the both of us to harm anyone else. People would even think we're strange or even be jealous of us. Of course, that's just a fairy tale I made up."
"It might not be real but I do like the thought. I don't know what Mr. Chikatilo would think but I know I would be happy to have you around," he said. Andrei gives me a kiss and he stands up. I hear the whispers of two people then I felt Damion pick me up. This time both of his eyes were red.
"It's time to rest now. You have a long day ahead of you." In an instant, I fell asleep.