WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT...GROPING, YES IT IS AS WEIRD AS IT SOUNDS!
You must read the whole chapter ----don't just think soon as it's gone to one part -it suddenly means it's going all the way (if you know what I mean), you must not miss bits out----Even when there are some bits where the characters are talking to themselves. Also you'll recognize the term 'making sweet sweet love' from 'Not another teen movie'. And another part from the shining.
Two days after Catrina's fifth birthday...FLASHBACK
Maureen and Dodge were holding their daughters hand on either side, guiding her across the ice rink. She beamed brightly as her blades skimmed the ice beneath her.
"Okay okay, I think I got it." She said, her eyes still watching her feet.
"Alrighty then!" Dodge released his daughter's hand, Maureen exaggerated slightly before she loosened her grip, unsure if it was safe. Catrina slid ahead of them, her legs were still stiff and parted, and her arms were prepared in front of her.
"Honey...I think you have to skate now?" Her mother called over jokingly. She smiled as Catrina began to push off with one leg and glide off the other, and vice-versa. Her daughter then turned her feet side on and swirled in a circle to face them.
"Did you see what I did!" Catrina squealed excitedly, she then turned and began to skate off.
Dodge grinned. "She's just like me when I was five."
"I didn't know you were a girl when you were five?"
Her husband turned towards her bemused, then he smirked. "You're a right smart ass ain't ya?" He then saucily slapped her ass, which caused her to wobble slightly on her skates. She straightened and returned his ass slap twice as harder. He smiled evilly at her. "Ooo it's a little competition now is it." Maureen flashed him a sexy smile and raced off, Dodge followed closely behind her with his hands out-stretched, trying to grab her, she laughed at his every attempt as she circled the rink. Catrina watched them 'goofing around' with amusement.
'Someone's going to sleep well tonight.' She thought. Her feet were still sliding across the ice - when she suddenly knocked into someone and fell hard on her butt. Catrina stared in front of her at a pair of legs, the person then crouched to her level - She was looking into the eyes of a man she saw reflected in the punch bowl at her party.
"Hello again Catrina." He exclaimed pleasantly, he brought his cold finger along her cheek, she flinched away from him- a reaction which made him grin. Jack then picked up one of her little hands and removed the glove from it, and then he kissed it at the knuckles. "I'll be off then...see you tomorrow!" He stood up straight, tucking her glove into his coat pocket. He backed off slowly, so he wouldn't break their eye contact. Jack then disappeared behind a wall near the edge of the ice, just as her Mum and Dad reached her either side.
"Are you alright sweetie?" Maureen inquired, starting to help her up. Her daughter remained staring in one direction, Dodge followed her eye-line to a wall, then turned back to turn her face towards him.
"Honey, what are you looking at?" She stared blankly at him, Maureen shook her then looked at her husband very concerned.
"Maybe we should go home?" They both guided Catrina off the ice-rink.
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Catrina's was lying on one of the sheets she had laid out on the poop deck, the breeze had lightly caught her hair, and strands of it were lightly tickling her face, her eyes fluttered open. She was looking at the railings of the ship, she then turned and lay on her back looking at the sky. Smoke was billowing upwards from the S.O.S sign from the other night. Catrina sat up, no one had come to rescue her, and she was so sure it would have worked, from the moment she heard the jet engines in the distance she had scooped up some wood, found herself some matches, and headed to the helm. 'Maybe someone will see the smoke?' Her ankle seared with pain as she struggled up, she had had an unlucky turn in the night in which she tripped over something and fell awkwardly on the bottom of her leg. Over night it had healed slightly, and she could walk again, but in great agony.
Catrina walked through the ballroom, as she did she looked at the curved table, noting where it was. Francesca was pacing on the stage like she had done on many occasions, but her posture wasn't as straight as it normally was, it was an inelegant slouch. "What?...I can not be perfecto all ze time!" She added, after glancing in Catrina's direction. She then disappeared off the stage and reappeared in front of Catrina. "What have I told you, to stay in your room, I am goings to be in a lot of trouble if Jack finds out I've let you do zat mess up zere!" Francesca gestured angrily towards the ceiling.
"You ain't the boss of me." Catrina walked around the Italian woman, holding back her tears of pain as her ankle began to hurt, then she turned around. "Oh yes and kindly tell Jack, when he gets back, that I have killed myself, and my body is on it's way to the bottom of the sea." She then smiled sarcastically, and took her leave.
'Happy Birthday to me, Happy birthday to me,
Happy Birthday to ...Catrina, Happy Birthday to me.'
Catrina pushed the door open to her room, the smell of sweet and sour sauce reached her nose, and she immediately jumped back from the doorway expecting to see Jack come from behind the door, but he didn't, so she slowly edged into the room with her hands up in defence. The last thing she needed on her birthday was a man molesting her. 'Wouldn't mind though?' Catrina blinked, amazed and disturbed by her own comment. She sat on the bed and reached for the box of noodles, she ate them singularly with her fingers, and then reached for a packet of spring rolls. Thoughts came rushing to her as she started to open the box. 'If I do manage to get off this boat...where will I go? My mum hasn't exactly improved the situation, 'cause she's the one that got me into this." Catrina rubbed her face in dissatisfaction. Even though she was angry with her mum, she felt like there was another side to the story which will make her understand why her mum had betrayed her - maybe Jack has been lying to her all the time, and maybe her mum is trying to rescue her, but doesn't know where she is? During Catrina's pause for thought, she hadn't realised her spring rolls where now scattered across floor. She looked down and groaned with annoyance. Then she stooped down and began to do the nasty task of looking at bits of fluff now stuck to her meal. Catrina stuck her top half under the bed to look for the remaining rolls. The covers fell around her on the outskirts of the bed, as she grabbed two of her rolls. The temperature suddenly dropped in the room, as she shivered - her breath came out in little wisps of steam. She slunk from under the bed, and stood up, as she tossed the rolls on her bed her gaze came to a familiar navy coat hanging on the bed post, her eyes widened and she straightened.
"Jack?" She could almost feeling him smiling.
"Yes honey, I'm home...and what a nice thing to come back to; a cosy room with a nice ass sticking out from under the bed. " His silky voice said, a fair distance away from her, Catrina nervously turned to see Jack starting to settle down in an arm chair propped up against the door, he swung his long legs over the arm, he was wearing jeans with a black jacket. "What...no hug, no kiss on the cheek, no sitting on my lap and asking about my day?" He put on a fake hurt look, then his lips curled into a sinister smile.
"How about a slap round the face for returning?" She smiled sadistically at him before sitting down on her bed. Jack raised his eyebrows, impressed out her calm she was at his presence, which wasn't going to last very long if he could help it.
"Your not too old to get a spank for cheekiness you know?" Catrina pulled the blanket over her lap and shifted uncomfortably.
Jack strengthened his gaze on her as he brought his legs from the arm of the chair to the floor, where he then stretched them out in front of him and crossed them, so his posture was of a slinky cat. "I have something for you in my pocket...do you want to know what it is?" He leaned back into his chair, to observe her perplexed expression.
"No, but I know you're going to tell me anyway."
"Right you are love, in my pocket is a letter for you." Catrina sat up straight, her needingful eyes shifted to his breast pocket.
"Who's it from?" Her voice was quiet and remained staring at the pocket. Jack pushed his ear forward with his finger. "I said who's it from!"
"I don't know I haven't opened it, I'm not nosy." Jack said, entwining his fingers and resting them on his stomach.
"Can I have it?"
"Yes." Jack looked upwards slightly, as if not bothered.
Catrina rolled her eyes. "Well aren't you going to hand it to me?"
"Err...no, I thought I would let you get it for yourself." Jack licked the bottom of his top set of teeth. Catrina jumped up and with her fists clenched.
"If you think I'm gonna come over there you must be bloody joking!"
"Well you're not going to get it then." He smiled and folded his arms.
Catrina tilted her head to the side. "There isn't a letter in your pocket is there?"
"Oh but there is." Jack pursed his lips, and waited, cruelly watching her. His eyes dropped to her flat stomach which was on show and he could just see her hip bone jutting out from the top of her low cut jeans, he could just imagine running his fingers along it, maybe even his lips. He brought his blue eyes to her startling greens, she was scratching the back of her neck irritably. Catrina was looking at the hollow of his neck, it was pale, slender, and... darn nice to look at.
'What's with this guys neck, it's just a neck for Christ's sake, Robert has one!' Catrina looked up, and was taken aback to find Jack still looking at her questioningly. She clenched her fists and stalked over towards him, and stood directly in front of him. She bent her back slightly, and relentlessly stuck her hand in his breast pocket, her hand immediately came back out again and she took a step back. "There's nothing in there!" She said heatedly, feeling stupid. Jack gave her a lopsided grin, as his eyes focused on her.
"That's because it's in my trouser pocket sweetheart." Catrina stared wide-eyed at him, she gritted her teeth. There was no way of her putting her hands anywhere near his ass or even his thigh. "I'm waiting."
Catrina hesitated, then her hand darted forward and she thrust it into the split at the side, the pocket itself came round to the front of his jeans. She could feel his warm hip which made her quake as she searched.
To Jack it was better then he thought, it wasn't just the thrill of her finding what he had left in his pocket, but her small hands wriggling about his hip and his thigh, so close to his member. His eyes rolled and fluttered closed, he began to buck his hips towards her hand groaning and chuckling. Catrina looked at him bewildered, she tried to hurry her search.
"JACK...QUIT IT!" The tip of her fingers caught an edge of some sort of paper, she brushed her thumb over the surface, it felt laminated and there was something squashed inside it. As her fingers enclosed around it, she could feel the whole packet. Her eyes rounded and she leapt back, flinging her hand out in the process. "YOU TRICKED ME!" Catrina half screamed at him, and he in turn laughed at her.
"I didn't lie, I said it was a letter." Jack said, keeping his amused tone. "I just didn't tell you it was a French letter."
"Jack, that was a condom."
"Same thing."
"Why do you do these things!" Catrina gave him a disturbed look.
Jack raised his eyebrows. "Why?" His lips straightened, as he pushed himself up from the chair to gain height, a smile flickered on and off his face as he noticed her backing away from his power.
"Do you want me to show you why?" She nervously shook her head, he released his eerie laugh which made her skin crawl. His expression suddenly went serious and he took a step towards her, knowing perfectly well she was going to leg it. He could tell, when her eyes darted to the side he knew she was planning an escape route, and when she stopped breathing it was like a starting trigger to get her moving.
'What is he waiting for?' Catrina didn't blink, she stopped inhaling and took off - he was ready for her, and he enveloped her around the waist and lifted her slightly as he brought her backwards towards his chest, she kicked out wildly, her ankle began to throb with pain. She then screamed 'JACK' at the top of her voice. She began hitting at his arms which were tightly sealed around her waist, he then turned himself around and sat down on the arm chair, bringing Catrina with him, so she was sitting on his lap. She continued to struggle, trying to heave herself up from his lap, but his strong arms held her down on his thighs like a seat belt.
"Oh I'm getting sick of this." She growled.
"Then stop struggling."
"No...I want you to let go!"
"Can't you just let me-."
"No...I want to be as far away from you as possible."
"Catrina." Jack warned.
"- Just let me go!"
"I know you want it." He then whispered, jerking her further onto his lap.
"No I don't, now release me, you're squishing my liver!"
"You do want it, you just need a little boost of something."
"You better not drug me up!" She rocked from side to side trying to loosen Jack's grip.
"Catrina stop it." She continued to rock. This wasn't improving the situation, as Jack stared into her sleek hair, he could feel himself going harder with every jolt she made. Catrina froze after releasing she was stimulating something underneath her and began to heave herself forward away from him.
Jack knew she wasn't going to give up. 'If I could just keep her still, I might...just might have a chance.' He pulled his left arm tighter around Catrina's abdomen, just below her breasts, and then he raised his right arm.
"Let go of me!" She protested while trying to lean forward, Jack 'out of her sight' was manifesting a purple orb in his hand, his face deep with concentration. The purple orb then sunk back into his palm, he brought his hand up in front of her face.
"Look at my hand." Soon as her eyes focused on his palm, she felt herself go drowsy and yet she wasn't falling asleep, pink began to obscure her vision, and her movement speed was terribly slow. Catrina could hear the blood pounding in her ears. Her sense of touch was incredibly strong, every brush of fabric, or strand of hair was very sensitive to her skin. Jack's hand began to run up and down Catrina's arms, she didn't know why she couldn't stop him, she wasn't paralysed, she just felt incapable.
Her head began to drop slowly forwards, just before her chin touched her chest, Jack brought his hand to her forehead to steady her, and he tilted it back to rest on his shoulder. Catrina shivered as his warm peppermint breath blew gently on the side of her neck, she was totally unaware that her Iris was gradually turning pink. Jack ran his lips over the soft flesh of her neck and shoulder which were exposed, taking in her voluptuous feminine scent. He smiled inwardly as he sensed her body leisurely melting against his.
Catrina's vision had started to go cloudy and crimson, she was too aroused to be angry at her hormones for betraying her. 'Got...to...stop...this,...can't...stop,...won't...stop,...don't...stop.' Her mind was pushing aside her pride and dignity, just to fit in pure lust. A small moan escaped from the depth of her throat as Jack lips began to pinch little bits of her flesh on her neck.
The sun blazed through the porthole on their now sweat speckled skin, Jack had pinched the skin on her neck until it had flushed, and he remained gently caressing her arms, while biting her ear. 'Who needs the plan now...when I can do this?' He thought. 'Must remember if I touch her lips the magic will end...and the manifestation will brake.'
Catrina, with her head still tilted to one side, had totally lost touch with reality and found herself rubbing her upper legs sensually, then her hands slid up to caress her breasts, she was smiling and humming with pleasure, the spell had totally kicked in. Jack eyed her puzzled over her shoulder, with a little hint of desire. 'God how I love her...'. He froze and sat up straight. '...That came out wrong.' He shrugged it off and got up, bringing Catrina with him, she was still in a funny state, she had turned around and was hugging him with her head firmly pressed against his chest, a dreamy smile was plastered on her face. She had stuck her hands into his back pockets of his jeans. Jack had found himself backing her up towards the bed, soon as her legs hit the bed-frame he pushed her back onto the mattress, just before he was about to lie on top of her, he stopped. 'This isn't right, she doesn't even know what she's doing, and when the manifestation does finally come to an end she will probably remember nothing, and then I'd have gained nothing.' He stood himself up and looked down at her. Her brown hair fanned out under her head on the mattress and her eyes were pink and resembled an albino, which he wasn't aware of being a side effect for lust orbs. 'When I do get round to fucking her senseless, I want her to be herself and fully aware.' He then corrected himself as he tilted his head to look deeper into her eyes. 'I mean when I'm making sweet sweet love to her,...it would be fun if she made the first move, then I would be in control during the whole performance.' Jack curled his lips up into an evil smile, he dragged himself out of thought and noticed Catrina trying to undo his zipper -He jumped back.
"Back off sister, your not ready for the pleasure package yet!" He slowly backed towards the door, pointing at her warningly, as if he were making a dog stay. Jack stopped at the armchair realising he had forgot something, he made his way back in front of her and crouched to her level, he then gave her a wet kiss on the lips, almost immediately afterwards he felt her jerk off him, and then a hand collided with his cheek. Even though his face stung like mad, and the look he was getting from her was sour, he couldn't help but grin and salute before pushing the chair aside and exiting the room, locking the door behind him.
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Dodge coughed and spluttered, as his wife lit some black candles. "Is this really necessary?"
"Yes, it's the only thing I can think of doing?" Maureen held out a piece of chalk for dodge to take. "Now remember it's a 5 pointed star, and make sure you don't draw the St Davis cross." Her husband nodded, and began to drag the white stone along the basement floor.
"If we can somehow contact... 'the other world', maybe they could tell us how to kill the demon, then we can head out to Alaska."
"- And get our daughter back." Dodge put down the chalk and got up. "I'm going to find my gun."
"Why do you want a gun for? That won't work...you even told me yourself it doesn't kill him."
"It will slow him down, but just maybe if I aim for the head it might kill him."
"Oh alright then." She watched Dodge doubtfully, as he hastily made his way out of the basement. His head appeared around the door as she lit another candle.
"Another thought...does this mean Jack might appear in the room?"
"I dunno, when the woman did it she was trying to focus on him, and think she was kind of a receptacle for possession, so if we don't focus on him-he won't show." She cocked an eyebrow perplex at her husband, still trying to come to terms with what she had said.
"Do you even know what you just said, or what we're supposed to do?"
"Nope, notta clue."
Dodge shifted uncomfortably. "I don't think I want to do this any more, I think this sorta thing is for the professionals- and us...we're not exactly professionals. When we're doing it- it's called meddling." Maureen gave him 'do you have a point look?' before crossing her legs. "I mean, don't we have to be witches...or something?"
"It looked pretty simple from where I was in the house, so let's just get on with it." She then picked up a fattish candle, and held it on her knee. Maureen did a little shiver with her shoulders, and released a shuddered breath, her eyes slowly closed. The room was silent -Maureen squinted one of her eyes to look at Dodge. "Well aren't you going to join me?"
"Oh you wanted me to do that, I though you were having a seizure." Dodge unfolded his arms, and settled down opposite her. He copied her actions and sat quietly with his eyes closed.
"We wish to communicate with the...err...'other world'." Maureen said.
"Maybe you should say limbo?"
Maureen nodded slightly with her eyes still closed. "It would be nice to talk to someone in limbo." She called, her husband sniggered.
"-It would be nice?"
"What!"
"You've got to command to see them, be more authoritive. You can't say stuff like; it would be nice, or if you not to busy?"
"Oh shut up, I'm being polite."
"Maybe I should do the call out?" Mike asked, swapping his candle hand. His wife squinted at him suspiciously." Just...go along with me please."
"Go on then." She replied irritably.
Mike cleared his throat. "Hi I'm Mike Dodge, this is my wife Maureen and we wish to speak to someone that has some connection to the other world, and has some knowledge on evil, without actually being evil."
Silence- Maureen had opened her eyes, and was glancing about the room wearily. Her husband watched intently as his candle began to flicker. A draft lightly blew through the room, causing both of them to shiver. "It's a little bit breezy in here isn't it?"
"-Ssshhh, we might lose touch." They both eyed their candles as they all dimmed to the same dullness.
"Is something supposed to happen at this point?"
Maureen sighed before answering. "I dunno...the same things are occurring."
Suddenly the tools hanging on the walls of the basement began to drop of their hooks and clatter on the work benches underneath, the floor rumbled beneath them, Maureen jumped up and ran into the arms of her husband for comfort. They stood in the centre of the room holding each other, while listening to the lone window rattle in it's pane.
"I don't believe it...it's actually working!" Maureen bellowed over the deafening noise. The candles rocked and rolled on the cold shaky floor, trailing drips of hot wax behind them.
"Mike look at the pentagram!" Maureen squawked in his ear, he spun around to look in his wife's direction. The chalk drawn pentagram had a huge crack tearing through it's core, the crack grew longer and longer, then it split and opened up into a cavern. Maureen forcefully pulled Dodge back from the crumbling mass of rock which was falling in ripples towards them. The earthquake abruptly stopped, leaving the couple standing there staring down a huge hole in the basement floor, gob smacked.
Dodge broke the silence. "Well I'll say that was a good start!... Now who wants decaf?" He began to walk towards the stairway, but Maureen yanked on the scruff of his neck.
"Let's go down there." She said calmly.
"-Boy I knew that was coming."
"Well if you scared you can stay here, and I'll go down."
"I didn't say I was chicken, I'm just a little unsure how far it goes and where it goes. It could be the portal to hell for all I know!" Dodge kicked a nearby rock down the hole and it immediately clattered at the bottom, they both stared downwardly, surprised.
"That has got to be 10 ft tops Mike, so it's not a long climb, anyway, you asked for it to be a non-evil source...so I don't think it's the portal to hell." She crept around the outside of the cavern to reach a few boxes under a few work benches, and she returned with two torches, and a load of climbing rope. Maureen tied one end of the rope securely on the banister of the stairs, then shucked the slack down hole. "Okay I have decided you stay here, and I'll go down...no buts, I just want to make sure Catrina has someone to look for her just in case something happens to me down there-."
"Aha...you do think there's something evil down there!"
"No - I'm worried about injuring myself, or worse...killing myself down there."
"There might not be anything down there in the first place, it could be just a ditch." Maureen turned her flash light on and pointed it down the hole, it shone on the opening of a tunnel on one side.
Maureen smiled approvingly at her husband, and gripped a piece of rope. "Oh I think I'll get somewhere."
"Well where ever you're going I'm coming too, we're in this together." Dodge grabbed a piece of rope nearest to the ledge behind her.
"Were you listening to what I said earlier?...If something happens to me I want you to be able to rescue our daughter using a different method!"
"Nothing will happen to you 'cause I'll be your support, I'll never leave your side...because I love you." His wife turned towards him with a weak smile hitched on her face.
"You haven't said that in ages."
Mike stared back at her. "I have, I've told you many times...haven't I?"
"-No...I would say it to you and you would say Dido, you know, like from the film 'Ghost'." Maureen pushed past him and lowered herself down, using the bit of rope she was still holding. Dodge watched dumbfounded.
"'Ghost' I like that film." He crouched down and daggled his legs over the side of the cavern. "Okay...you win, I'll stay, but don't forget this." He lobbed her a walkie-talkie which she caught.
"Aaa...the good old days."
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Catrina paced the room in panic. She knocked the side of her head with her knuckles, struggling to remember what had happened in the past ten minutes. All she could remember was being pulled onto Jack's lap, going drowsy, then falling into a half sleep -feeling slightly happy about herself, her core ached badly, then the feeling was suddenly dragged out of her, and her eyes came open, to find herself sitting on her bed with Jack's lips on hers. Not the most worst experience she must admit, but the idea of not knowing what he could of done to her in the ten minutes before where she hadn't been aware, made her feel panic stricken -lost and vulnerable.
'He could have just moved me to the bed, then kissed me...' Her expression was blank, then a disgusted look slid across her face. 'Jack wouldn't just move me and do nothing...unless he was going to do something and I woke up before he could begin.' She dragged her trainers across the floor, lost in thought while biting her nails nervously. She stopped abruptly after catching a glimpse of her reflection. Her hair was dishevelled at the back, meaning she must have been lying down at some point. Catrina bit her thumb nail in frustration as she stroked her hair down to neaten it. She pulled in her inner muscle to sense check it, it felt intact - some slight relief came to her well being, and she smiled weakly at herself in the mirror.
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"I've changed my mind." Francesca jumped as Jack strode into the room, her company disappeared.
Francesca turned around to greet him, but immediately took a step back - slightly freaked out.
"What!" Jack exclaimed, glaring at her.
"What's wrong wiz your eyes?"
"What's wrong with my eyes?...You've known me for over 50 years and you ask me what's wrong with my eyes, Jesus Christ!" Francesca indicated to a mirror on the wall, he turned to look.
His eyes where pinkish, albino pinkish. "What the hell!"
"Used any mageek lately?"
Jack twisted away from the mirror. "Yes...a lust orb, but I've never got red eyes from it before."
"Now when was ze last time you usings lust orb - oh ci, who could forget, ze girl of 79."
"Haven't I already told you not to mention that!" Jack swung his arm around to grab her throat but soon as his hand opened out wide - a huge fire ball emitted from his hand and flew past a startled Francesca, and into wall behind her. Francesca stared at the scorched wall in disbelief, then she steadily twisted her head round to look at a frozen Jack. Apart from his pursed lips, the rest of his face held no expression, and his hand which had released the fireball, still remained up in front of him.
Francesca broke the deafening silence. "Err...zat was very...interesting."
"Hm...yeah, and not to mention cool." Jack added, he scratched his head irritably. "Erm...I guess this means I've been promoted a little earlier than I expected?" His brows furrowed.
Francesca half smiled. "Congratulations...I guess?"
Jack didn't look pleased at all, his eyes narrowed, making the Italian woman shake with fear. He rubbed his temples impatiently. "Fuck, this is gonna totally screw everything."
" 'ow can it?"
"First of all my dear, I'll probably have to hand in this ship, and all the souls with it."
"Does zat mean I will be free?"
"No it means you will go to hell." Jack began to pace. "Item two, I will no longer be killing sinners to collect souls, instead I get to be frisky with anything that moves to collect souls!"
"-Err Jack?...I still can't see ze negateeve side."
"I'm getting to that, you see...being an incubus...while I'm getting frisky with whoever...I will be at the same time sucking out their souls, which will eventually kill them!"
Francesca face remained blank, he rolled his eyes.
"So that means no more playing around with Catrina...No more plan A, and come to mention it plan B has gone out the window!" He folded his arms angrily, his nostrils flared.
"Why can't you play around with Catrina? It would save you time and effort, because she is already here."
"I don't want to fucking kill her!"
"-Who ze hell are you!" She exclaimed throwing her arms up in the air.
"Someone who is keeping a bargain you stupid bitch!" He brought his face dangerously close to hers. Francesca opened her mouth to respond, but closed it again, muted with terror, she vanished.
Jack sighed heavily and straightened. He slowly rolled his head on his neck, he could almost hear his trapped souls and co-workers whispering. 'Obsession.'
He knew he had been given promotion early, either as a sample of what he will get if he completed all his work, or to test him to see if he was obsessed. Okay, maybe he was a little obsessed, but the main reason was to uphold the deal,...Catrina being dead is not a very long-lasting suffering for the mother, after all she did ask for more than what she deserved. Jack peered in the mirror his eyes were gradually returning to their pale blue. Thinking back to when he was with Catrina, she had stirred him real bad, and if he hadn't stopped, she would probably be dead now. He grit his teeth heatedly.
'All work and no play makes Jack a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a very dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a very dull boy.'
Luckily he had brought some company with him, a small group of bag packers - fresh out of college. All he needed to do was make sure they don't wonder deeper into the ship, and that Catrina stays in her room.