Chapter 5

Katrina rolled her eyes and made her way carefully down the stairs. She found herself in a room that smelled of wax and blood, filled with paint cans, brushes, and strange tables and instruments, lit only by candlelight. At the far corner, two figures huddled together. She could hear faint sobs coming from them.

"Vincent, is this where you do your work?" Katrina asked, turning to cup his wax cheek with her hand.

Vincent looked down at the girl, a warm feeling rising inside him. He glanced over at Bo, who was watching with a murderous glare.

Bo raised an eyebrow and made a motion meaning Get on with it. Kill her already.

Vincent shook his head at Bo before turning his attention back to Katrina.

"Yes."

She grinned. "And let me guess, the bitches are over . . ." She paused and tiptoed around his work table, moving towards the figures in the corner. "Here!"

The two frightened girls screamed as they saw her.

"Boo!" Katrina cried, laughing as they screamed again.

Bo and Vincent exchanged glances.

Katrina, clutching her stomach with laughter, turned to the brothers. "So which one of you tied these bitches up?" she asked. "I wanna give him a kiss."

Bo burst into laughter. "You're going to kiss Vince?"

Katrina clapped her hands. "Oh yay!" She skipped over to Vincent with a huge smile on her face. "You have to take your mask off, though."

"Dear God girl, you're disgusting!" Bo cried, pretending to gag.

Ignoring him, Katrina poked Vincent in the ribs. "Take it off!" she ordered.

Vincent shook his head.

"Just do it, Vince," Bo laughed.

Vincent clenched his fists before letting out a great sigh. Slowly, he took off the mask to reveal his deformed face.

Katrina smiled at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Here you go." She pulled his head down and pressed her lips against his.

"Dear God in heaven . . ." Vincent thought as her warm tongue pushed its way into his mouth. He couldn't help but let out a moan as she pressed her body against his.

When she pulled away, Vincent almost fell. He clutched at the work table for support.

Bo fell to the floor, he was laughing so hard. "That's it," he moaned, trying to catch his breath. "We're keeping this one. I've . . . I've never laughed so hard in my life!"

Katrina beamed at him. "I get to be kept?" she asked. "Like a pet? Can I be a kitty?"

Bo fell backwards onto the floor in a fresh peal of laughter.

"I'll purr like a kitty if you pet me," Katrina added, smirking at Vincent who immediately turned red and choked.

After taking several gulps of air, Bo pulled himself up off the floor. "Kat, darlin', please don't make me laugh again. I've got to go check the generators or we'll not have electricity tonight." He motioned towards the two girls still huddled in the corner, watching the proceedings with terrified eyes. "You're gonna have to make yourself useful, so help Vincent here with those two."

"You sure you want them dead? You wouldn't like to pork them first?" Katrina asked.

Bursting into laughter again, Bo leaned against the doorway. "Damnit, Kat, that's enough. The fat one doesn't need anything that has to do with the word pork, she's fat enough already. But the other . . ."

"I'll be sure to make Vera watch us kill Jessie, and then I'll bring her up to you," Katrina promised. "You can pork her as much as you want. Why don't you call up the smelly one and have him pork her as well."

This was too much for Bo. He sank to the floor again, laughing so hard he shook. "God I'm glad we're keepin' you, darlin'." He clutched at the door frame, pulling himself up. "Now really, no more of this. I've gotta go." He held onto the sides of the wall as he walked upstairs, leaving Vincent and Katrina alone with the two girls.

"We'll have lots of fun together, won't we Vince?" Katrina asked, twirling a curl around her slim finger with a smile.

Vincent, still reeling from the kiss, merely nodded.