Chapter Four: Enough
I opened my eyes slowly, and took in a deep breath of air. I was in my cell, lying on top of a dirty mattress that Eulogy had given to me. It stank of booze and cheap perfume!
Today was the day we were going to escape. Yesterday, I had the chance to speak to Jericho for five minutes, until we were caught talking. Luckily, we weren't shot for our behaviour… it seemed that Eulogy really liked me a lot. I sighed; it would be a shame to have to kill him!
My shop was waiting for me however, so I couldn't just lie around on my back all day! And this slaver collar really was quite heavy; I don't know how the other girls walk around with it on so easily. I guess they've been here a helluva lot longer than I have, though.
Hearing someone outside my cell door, rattling around with the padlock that kept me inside during the night, I quickly lay back down, careful to avoid the damp patches, and shut my eyes tight. The mission would begin!
My heart was racing as the padlock was released and the door swung open; I felt like an action heroine from a pre-atom bomb movie! Ymir, Jericho's "friend", came closer to the mattress as I pretended to be asleep. He didn't know it, but in my hand, I held a scalpel that I had found beneath some rubble outside the lady's toilets. I had stumbled across it accidentally, after running out of the bogs to vomit on the ground; the toilets stank, and were overflowing with excrement!
Feeling a nudge on my shoulder as Ymir beckoned me awake, my eyes popped open and without hesitation, I flung out my arm and lunged forward at Ymir. Making sure to cover his mouth, so people outside wouldn't hear him scream, I stabbed him right in the jugular! Boy, was there a lot of blood.
Closing my eyes, I waited for him to stop shaking as the blood continued to spray all over me. After he fell down dead into the dirt, I opened my eyes and looked around. He did not look happy, that's for sure!
"I'm sorry!" I said, wincing. "I need my knife back."
Pulling the scalpel free from his neck, I looked down at my red, slutty dress, that wouldn't look out of place on Nova, and sighed; it was covered with blood! How could I go outside, like an undercover agent, with blood all over me? I had only one choice, and it was not something I would enjoy. I had to wash myself somehow, but there was no water source here. So, with a big gulp of courage, I urged myself to pee.
Stepping outside my little shack, I knew that I had little time for dilly-dallying; this was the time for action! My dress was too bloody to wear, so I had to wear a bin-bag that was in the corner of my cell. It looked like fetish-gear, and wouldn't attract too many questions. I was 'employed' as a whore anyway! With the scalpel hidden neatly in my tied-up hair, and Ymir's little gun hidden in my cleavage, I felt full of energy and spirit! I would be getting out of here, and Jericho too!
Eulogy's house loomed dead ahead. It was rather a nice place, and he kept it well decorated with various paintings and sculptures his lackeys had stolen for him. Heart beating fast, I stalked along the dirt track to his house, knowing he always like to have sex with me in the mornings. I had to be quick, as Ymir's body wouldn't lay undiscovered for long.
"Hey, babe." Came a familiar voice from the other end of the room. I had entered Eulogy's house. The smell of tobacco and cheap gin invaded my nostrils. I had personally never drank gin, as it smelt terrible! Eulogy had offered it to me many times, but I always declined.
If I had my way, I would take the gun out from my breasts and shoot Eulogy, right then and there! But some other whores were standing beside him, fanning him gently with the wings of a large eagle.
"Hi, sexpot." I said, as demurely as I could. Although I used to be quite shy, and hesitated even when kissing a guy, days of shagging this bozo had boosted my confidence and sexuality to no end. It was also part of my plan. The bitches had to go!
"I love it when you talk dirty to me." He replied, a smile on his withered lips. I held back a shudder of disgust as I faked a laugh. Faking it was easy now, after having so much practice!
"I can be as dirty as you want, honey." I giggled, attempting a wink.
"Are you twitching?" he asked.
"Oh, uh." I began, red in the face. "I got some smoke in my eye. Why don't we take this conversation into the bedroom?" I suggested, chewing the end of my little finger. He looked at me up and down, his lecherous eyes examining every inch of my body.
Without saying anything, he clapped his hands twice and the whores dispersed, leaving us alone. Now was the time. Smiling, I walked slowly over to him and sat on his lap, putting my arms around his neck. I could feel his erection on my thigh! For the last time!
Kissing him passionately on the lips as he grabbed my ass, I rose one hand to my hair and moaned wildly. With one quick grab, I had gotten hold of the scalpel, and brought it down onto his neck, using the same trick I had pulled on Ymir. This time, I quickly stood up and whirled behind him so I wouldn't get splashed with blood. There was a lot of it.
Not wasting any time, I faked moaning orgasms as I quickly stripped him off clothing and weapons. Luckily, he wore a big hat and sunglasses which could conceal his face when he looked down. Quickly donning his outfit, I picked up some coal nearby and smeared it all over my face and hands. From a distance, I could get away with looking like him. I then rummaged through his pockets, looking for the keys for the collar. Panicking when I couldn't find them, I checked again, this time noticing the internal pocket of the coat. Success! They were there! Without any delay, I unlocked the collar around my neck and threw it away, crashing to the floor in relief.
I kept my head down as I left Eulogy's house. I had literally minutes to spare. The snipers up on the towers must not have noticed anything, as they didn't shoot me. And thankfully I didn't bump into anyone. When I was out of sight of the snipers, hidden behind a large wall of rubble next to the pub, I made a dash for the back of the building where some whore had told me the location of the mine entrance used to be. I had to trade my last cigarettes for the information, but it was worth it. Eulogy kept me in supply, anyway. Well, he used to, at least.
"Jericho!" I cried. As I turned the corner, there he was, standing over a metal mesh that was buried in the ground. He must have gotten there before me. He was covered in blood.
"I see you managed to get that goddamn collar off! Now get it off me, too!" he ordered, dashing over to me and grabbing my shoulders. I nodded my head and smiled, retrieving the keys from my pocket. After I had taken it off, he didn't chuck it away like I did, but simply tied it to his belt, which held together a large pink dressed stained with blood and all sorts.
"The dress-" I began.
"Don't ask." He interrupted. He obviously hadn't had time to change his clothes.
"What do you need that collar for?" I asked innocently. "Some sort of sex game?"
I had seen what Eulogy got up to, and nothing surprised me.
"You'll see." He replied, as he began to kick in the metal grate leading down into the mines. "Got a weapon?"
"Yes, siree!" I replied, sweetly, brandishing a large revolver that I had found on Eulogy. Suddenly an alarm sounded out around the compound.
I quickly spun around, hearing shouting nearby.
"Find them!" I heard. "Kill them!" they added. They were not going to let us off easily for killing the boss! Without having a chance to think, Jericho grabbed my hand and pulled me down towards the entrance of the mines.
"Let's go, idiot!" he cried, pulling me into the entrance with him.
There was a little drop, but we landed safely on the soft mud beneath. All was pitch black, and the alarm echoed down a long chamber which spread out in front of us. Pulling out a flare seemingly from nowhere, Jericho lit it and ran down the chamber. Not wanting to get shot to pieces, I dashed on after him! As we ran down the chamber, we heard shouts coming from behind us. They had found us!
"There they are!" cried one of the slavers. "Shoot to kill!" he cried.
Me and Jericho both spun around, facing death itself. By sheer luck, the gunman's rifle had jammed, leaving Jericho with enough time to pull the slaver collar from his belt and throw it at them! It didn't hit them.
"You missed!" I sighed, loudly. "I guess we're going to die now." Oh, well, at least I wouldn't die a virgin.
"Not today!" he laughed back, wildly. With a well-aimed shot, he shot the collar, causing it to explode. Massively. The screams of the slavers echoed down the chamber as a wall of fire came rapidly towards us!
Jericho grabbed my hand once more and dragged me down the chamber. Screaming wildly as I had seen on the movies (thinking it may give me some sort of abnormal strength to run quicker), we both hurtled down the corridor as the wall of flames chased after us. Turning a corner, amazingly we could see light! The most loudest noise of falling water met with us as we drew closer to the source of the light, which was the end of the tunnel! The fire coming extremely close, we managed to reach the tunnel's exit, just in time to avoid being burnt to a crisp. We didn't realise, until it was too late, that the tunnel ended near the top of a large cliff. We both ran straight off the edge, the fire blasting out behind us. It was a long way down.