I couldn't relax to save myself the first day the men returned to work. I kept wandering around…hovering, I suppose would be the best word for it. At lunchtime, Jules told me to stay away or he'd thump me.
The day turned beautiful mid-afternoon, when the Creole came to call. The instant I saw her, twin flames of rage and lust ignited and blazed fiercely. I sprung upon her and grabbed a handful of her hair, wrenching her head back.
"What do you mean, attacking her?" I growled.
Her eyes glowed with madness. Her tongue flicked out, snakelike, as she reached down to learn of her effect on me. She was well pleased with what she found. As she pulled at me, I tore her skirts up angrily. She was without undergarments as I knew she'd be. I shoved two fingers inside her. She moaned hungrily. I seemed unable to hurt her, no matter how roughly I used her.
But I'll hurt you soon enough, I thought with wicked glee.
"Enough," I spat, tearing away from her. "I can't do this here, now."
The bitch struggled for self control. She raised my fingers to my mouth and bid me taste her.
"Finish me," she urged breathlessly.
"No. Meet me later."
She nodded. "Where?"
"Here, just…half-seven." She nodded and made to approach me again.
"NO." I stopped her. "Later. I'll give you everything you could possibly want," I promised. "Just…later."
This seemed to satisfy her, and she slipped away. Once she was safely gone, I traveled into the caverns in search of some rope, then home for a quick supper. Naturally Christine was saddened when I announced I had to return to work.
"I'm sorry, I must return for awhile this evening, Darling. Just a bit of cleaning up."
"Oh."
"There, don't give me that pretty little pout. You know I'll never leave you if you do. Kiss?" She gave me a disappointed little kiss. "I promise I'll make it up to you when I return...and I won't be late."
"Alright. Erik, wait…I don't want to part with you today. Can't you do it tomorrow?"
"No. I must go tonight, Christine. Please, be a good girl." I kissed her forehead and went off to protect her.
I secreted my little Persian fail safe on my calf, made myself comfortable, rolled up my shirtsleeves and had a brandy.
My mad would-be-mistress was prompt. I heard her footfalls before I saw her. I threw my voice.
"Welcome, Josette." She gasped slightly when she heard me, seemingly behind her. I went to meet her and extended my hand. "Come along, my sweet Creole." I felt supremely confident, unstoppable, and it must have shown in my eyes, for the madwoman was captivated.
I took her hand and tossed her in a playfully rough way into the room; she fell against the table. I pinned her there and loosened her hair.
"What do you want of me? Tell me," I whispered. Already, her breath came harder. Another day it might have been nice to examine the extraordinary phenomenon of a woman being driven to rapture by a gargoyle she clearly had no feeling for. She didn't know me, nor did she care to…
"Is it this you want?" I thrust my hips against her. She nodded as best as she was able with me squeezing her throat. "Alright, but not yet…" I drew her to her feet.
In the Orient, you can observe a bird hypnotized and subsequently killed by a snake. The hapless creature forgets itself capable of flight as it stares into dead reptile eyes. Thus the Creole.
I tore her dress from her shoulders. She gasped as if I had bestowed an intimate caress. I handled her tender flesh more harshly than I intended; no, I had to handle her harshly. I wanted to hurt her; to frighten her and persuade her that no matter how mad she was, I was madder still. But no matter how I pinched, bit, even; she loved it. God, she infuriated me!
"Damn you!" I threw her back onto the table and rent her dress the whole of the way down, and off. She welcomed my violent attentions with heated laughter. She reached for me, but I slapped her hands away.
"No!" I caught her hands back and secured her around the wrists and ankles with a hank of rope I'd reserved for the purpose.
"You look a pretty package, all trussed up thus," I whispered. I moved over her torso, blowing a chill across breasts, bony ribs and jutting hips. She held her breath and waited…
"What is it, then?" I sang, crouching between her knees. "What will you have here? A breeze?" I blew gently; she gasped and writhed. "A kiss?" She whimpered in anticipation but it was not a kiss I bestowed. I bit her; yes, I did, and she asked for more.
"Ghost, Ghost!" she panted. Humming, I trailed bites over her most tender flesh: breasts, belly, thighs. Not too sharp at first; sharper until she tried to squirm from me, but I climbed on top of her and nibbled more gently again. I permitted her to ride my thigh until she began to tremble; and I leapt away abruptly.
"You wanted a kiss, I remember now." So I moved again down her bony body, kissing as much as the mask allowed, and as much as I could stand. I couldn't bring myself to…I could shove my fingers in her hateful cunt, I could sink my teeth into it, but I couldn't kiss it. Again she shuddered and writhed, moaning and pleading.
"Is that all, Ghost? No more? You use me like a little girl!" She laughed her mocking bitch's laugh at me.
"SHUT UP!" I slapped her—hard.
She gasped and sucked at her lip. She stuck out her tongue to show me the blood I'd started. Her breast heaved with desire. "More…"
"Yes," I murmured. "You shall have more." I renewed my digital assault. I let her call the rhythm with her hips until she was whimpering and tossing her head with abandon. Again I walked away, leaving her drenched in sweat.
"Please!" The bitch trembled uncontrollably. She looked as if she was in pain; I wondered if it was like that for women, if they could need release that badly. I crept close to her ear, grabbed a handful of hair and twisted her neck til she winced.
"What did you say?" I bit her ear and she shrieked. I was gratified; it was a genuine shriek at last.
"Please…" she squirmed as I commenced to tease her again.
"You want it, then?" She nodded in desperation and tried to capture my hand between her thighs. "If you want it, you have to ask nicely, else I'll doubt your sincerity, Dark One."
"I want it, you know I want it!" she cried.
"Very well then," I agreed, slipping the rope around her neck. As I cinched it tight, I growled, "What do you say to this, you hateful bitch?"
She moaned. "Yes, do it!"
"Shall I rub this bud? Shall I slip these fingers in here? Shall I use you this way? How does this feel? What about this? Shall I pinch this bud? Shall I bite it clean off? I could, you know."
She cried out, hips bucking wildly, muscles clenching. I drew the noose tighter still. Her eyes flew wide in terror as she realized that she could no longer draw breath. I climbed on top of her again and thumped her head on the table as I choked the life out of her.
"OH! I nearly forgot! One more thing!" I snatched my mask off and relished the silent scream in her eyes. I covered her mouth with mine and sucked the last breath from her cursed lungs. How I struggled for composure; I nearly spent myself as I felt her death throes subside.
When she was gone, I laughed hysterically. I made up a delightfully ribald ditty about how 'she came and went' as I laid a few explosives inside the office. I collected my things, lit the fuse and hurried home to my precious wife.