She watched him get up and thought he was leaving. He opened an overhead bin and then another. He came back and sat down and put the small blanket over both their laps.
“Your attention please. Is there a doctor onboard? Please, if there is a doctor on board we have a medical emergency. Passengers, if at all possible please remain in your seats for the balance of the flight.”
They both watched a man near the front of the aircraft come back to where the stewardesses were. One of them closed the curtain.
She felt the man’s hand sliding up her thigh.
“Captain Chavez told me he would be joining you very shortly, and told me you were well worth my life. You forced my hand a few minutes ago, but he told me I could amuse myself with you until he arrived in Boston.”
She felt his hand between her legs.
“I’m glad it’s a long flight,” he said with a smile. “Aren’t you glad we have hours to enjoy…the flight?”
I could kill him with one quick elbow. But would killing him be risking Ralph’s life if he didn’t check in?
“Ms. Strong, do you remember Jose? I’m his brother and the captain’s cousin. My name is Hector. Please forgive my inability to shake your hand as it’s rather busy at the moment. Will you please unbutton your slacks, or do I have to create a scene and do it myself?”
She wished someone was sitting in the third seat, but no such luck. She was glad she was going to give her notice, but wondered if she would actually have the luxury any longer. She felt his hand slip inside her panties and grip her flesh. She was very dry and he was hurting her.
He pulled her hand under the blanket to him and she wondered when he had exposed himself. She felt his fingers lessen the pressure on her sex, and realized what the contract was.
“Ms. Strong this is nothing compared to what you are in store for. You will make my cousin a very rich man indeed. You are not only beautiful but you have other nice assets including your fingers. Use them please.”
She saw them covering the stewardess’ body. “Why did you have to kill that young girl?”
“You are so wrong. You were given specific instructions and you didn’t follow them…your actions got her killed. Don’t make another mistake.”
She felt a second finger enter her. She squeezed his penis hard and she quickly regretted it.
“My dear lady, we have hours to enjoy the flight. Let’s take our time to enjoy it. I have some toys in my pocket that will cause you considerable pain. I would much rather please you than hurt you, and I expect the same in return.”
She wasn’t stupid and knew what Hector wanted. She wondered if Ralph was still alive. Without her with him, what did they have to lose in killing him? Maybe her being with Hector would give him a few more hours. This time I’m sorry Ralph. Her thoughts went to Scott and she wondered what her crazy sister had done to him, was doing now, or would eventually do.
“You’re crying. I’m sorry if I hurt you too much.”
“We regret to inform you that we will be making an emergency landing in Miami. Once we land, no one will be allowed to leave the aircraft. Officials will investigate the death of one of our staff. We expect to resume our scheduled flight to Boston once officials have completed their investigation. We appreciate your patience and there will be complimentary drinks and cocktails.”
They both listened to the message replay a second time.
She wondered if Hector failed to check in at the scheduled arrival time in Boston…would Chavez assume something went wrong and kill Ralph.
At the present time he was paying only a slight attention to her body and was obviously ready to pop his cork.
“Excuse me. We’re very sorry for the unexpected stop. Would you two care for something to drink…maybe a cocktail?” She looked down at Hector whose eyes were closed. “Is he okay?”
She responded by nodding towards the tented and moving blanket.
“Oh my,” the stewardess responded.
“We’ll pass on cocktails right now. I need—”
She immediately felt the pain inside her body.
“Yes?”
“Just some napkins please.”
“I can see why.” She threw a pile onto the blanket and unlocked the cart and moved to the next row.
She felt his erection diminish.
“That was almost an unfortunate mistake. Now you need to get me back to where I was.”
“Why Hector, are you going back to your assigned seat?”
“Unless you want your head under the blanket, put your other hand under there too.”
She felt his fingers resume their in and out movement and she added her other hand to his balls and squeezed.
His fingers hurt her and she released some of the pressure. She heard the rolling cart going up the aisle and she exchanged glances with the stewardess. The stewardess must have seen her with both her hands under the blanket.
I’m really not a tramp, but I wonder what I will be like in a few years after Chavez is done with me. There was only one person’s prize possession she wanted, and she hoped her crazy sister wasn’t going to cut if off.
Chapter 83
They headed slowly down the street.
“She looked at the page from the white pages. This isn’t the right street. What are you doing Chris?”
“I’ll tell you in a minute Alexis. I need to pay attention.”
“Let’s see your wound Scott.”
The car turned suddenly to the left and she was thrown away from Scott.
She watched as Chris pulled the car into the very long driveway and parked it on the far side of the two car detached garage. “What are you doing?”
“Nobody is home here.”
“How do you know that?”
“There are at least three days of newspapers on the front lawn. This is Newton. Nobody neglects their yards. If I’m right, his house is that one behind the garage on that side.”
It was still early afternoon. It was a hazy and humid day.
“Let’s go.”
“Wait. I want to see if Scott has stopped bleeding.”
“You and I both know that is not what you want to do. Come on. Let’s go before someone spots us in the car.”
“Saved by the hair on your chinny chin chin, or your balls. That won’t be the case for long though.”
The garages were all detached garages in this neighborhood and backed up to the ones on the next street over. Their car was pretty much blocked from view by the high hedges and the garage. You could see only the rear fenders and bumper.
“I’m impressed Chris. I know you couldn’t have planned this, but you did a great job of hiding the car,” Alexis said, pushing Scott ahead of her. They headed for the high hedges behind their target house. Once inside the hedge line, the two of them studied the property.
“Alexis, there are lights on in the kitchen and in some rooms upstairs. There is also a bulkhead that leads to the basement. I’m going to see if there’s a lock on it, or if I can get into the basement. Why don’t you entertain yourself with Scott, which I’m sure you’re dying to do, and if it’s unlocked I’ll wave for you to come over.”
“Isn’t that nice that you gave me permission to entertain myself with Scott, and to also come.”
“That isn’t exactly what I said and you know it.”
She watched as Chris kept himself low to the manicured grass and moved quickly towards the cellar bulkhead. “I can’t wait to get both of you naked again.” She reached between his legs and pictured what she had seen only an hour ago. “I’ve only seen three naked men, with the exception of the doctor’s nudist magazine. I would certainly put you up against the best of them. However, I’m going to enjoy putting you up against me again.”
“Are you really going to kill Chris?”
“That cost you the last time you mentioned that. Why do you care?”
“He seems to really like you. Haven’t you killed enough?”
“Scott, I wish I
had hours to explain why I’m so upset. I missed the best part of my life, thanks to the deceased doctor. I had a family and an entirely different life, but I was taken from it. Maybe Melanie wouldn’t have been as screwed up if I was with her. There’s more, but Chris is waving to us. Until later.” She touched him between his legs and then spun him around and pushed him towards the grass area.
Chris was emphatically waving them over and alternately pushing his hand towards the ground to get low. Once they were at the bulkhead, they entered the basement slowly and quietly. Chris pulled the outside bulkhead doors down blocking some of the light. He closed the inside doors to the steps leading up to the outside.
There was enough light in the basement to see. “Tie him to one of those columns over there.”
Alexis watched him as he tied Scott to the metal column. Once Scott was gagged and tied to the column she could feel the tightening in her groin. She liked the thoughts of him tied to the column and wondered how soon she would be back to entertain herself. She quickly put her hand behind Chris’ head and kissed him hard and probed his mouth with her tongue.
“I can tell you’re excited,” Chris whispered.
“Yeah, but you’re the one with a screwdriver in your pants. Why don’t you drop them, so Scott can watch?”
“All in good time Alexis. We need to do what we came here to do.”
She continued rubbing her hand across Chris’ bulge. “You want me to do that as much as I do.”
“Yes, but let’s do what we came to do first.” He returned her caress and she emitted a low rattle.
She listened to his plan.
Chapter 84
I knew where we were. I heard what Chris planned to do. I hope Mercedes wasn’t in the house. It was obvious Alexis was planning to kill her father and then either Chris or me. I could warn Chris, but I had already done that. If I do it again, it might tip the scale and I’ll be the one she kills.
I remembered what the doctor’s face showed when she changed him into a woman, and then his expression when she slit his throat. My only hope of staying alive for minutes, if not hours, was to play along with her. Her sister had tried to kill me, and really couldn’t bring herself to do it, but that was because of the circumstances and Melanie’s complicated split-personalities.
I tried not to think that these might be my last minutes alive. The thoughts of Mercedes in captivity were not the best thing to be thinking about right now. She was why I wanted to live and without her, what would I do?
When they headed here I knew it was Stephen’s house they were going to. Alexis wasn’t here to introduce herself, although she may do just that, but was really here to punish him for what he had done to her life. I had seen Stephen make business decisions. He made them quickly and with conviction. Thinking about why he committed Alexis to the care facility I could understand why he did it.
His wife was weak at the time. If she knew she gave birth to a deformed child it would have been crushing to her. So, he made the best decision he could, given the circumstances. It wasn’t what I would have done, but I can see him weighing the consequences and he decided it was best to hide her. It would have worked if Alexis had remained a deformed child. However, she turned into the same beautiful twin Melanie was.
I thought of my captivity by Melanie. She made me do things I wanted to resist, but she was too good at getting my body to react to her persuasions. However, cutting the arrow went too far, but I remember her eyes looking elsewhere, and I was lucky in hindsight.
I can understand why Mercedes was so upset by my nightmares. Our disagreement happened only a few days ago but it felt like weeks.
Mercedes I love you. I want you and I need you. Please God don’t let her be hurt. I promise I will never ever do another investigation. I’ve learned my lesson. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. If you still do investigations, I will support you. However, we both could find something else that would be less threatening to our future. I want to have kids and make you the happiest person in the world.
I knew it was pointless to say my prayers. What was going to happen was going to happen. However, I didn’t have much to lose by saying them.
I heard a loud thump above me and wondered what it was.
Chapter 85
They were walking up the sweeping staircase to what must be the upstairs bedrooms. She could feel her heart beating in her chest and looked down to make sure she wasn’t bleeding since it was pounding so hard. Chris was behind her and letting her do her thing.
At the top of the staircase there was a long hall with several doors leading off it on the right. There was a railing on the left side overlooking the lower level and two more doors beyond the railing’s end.
She stuck her head in each room, but they were obviously unoccupied. She could hear some muted classical music playing in one of the rooms down the hall. However, she kept checking out each room. She stopped when she heard the sound of someone moving in the next room to her right.
She put her hand up to have Chris stop and she moved quietly to the room she heard the noise in. She stood at the doorway and saw a woman, maybe in her fifties, sitting at a bench in front of the dresser mirror, brushing her hair. This must be her mother. She put her hand up again to Chris who was still staying right where he was. She entered the bedroom.
The woman’s eyes were closed and she was lost in the brushing. This could have been someone who loved her, but her dad never let her know she existed. She slowly opened the straight razor and took another step towards the woman.
The woman must have sensed her presence since she opened her eyes. Her expression was one of confusion and of shock. She dropped the hairbrush and turned in the seat towards her. “Melanie?” She grabbed her throat and started to get up. Then she grimaced and grabbed her chest.
Alexis realized her mother was having a heart attack. “How nice to see you mother,” she whispered. She closed the straight razor as her mother collapsed onto the bedroom floor.
She heard the sound of heavy footsteps out in the hall. She turned to see her father enter the bedroom and stop dead in his tracks. He dropped the small glass he was holding onto the bedroom floor. “Alexis…what have you done?”
“I haven’t done anything. I was just going to say hello to my mother when she collapsed.”
He was already moving to his wife’s form, but they both saw how blue her face was. He pulled the bench away and started to blow into her mouth and press rapidly on her chest. “You don’t seem that surprised to see me, Dad. Is that what I should call you? Or should it be Stephen or Mr. Strong? I think you’re wasting your breath. She needs more than you can give her now. You know what…I needed a lot more from you too.”
She opened the straight razor. “Couldn’t you have called me once, or even visited me once while I was hidden away. Dad, I needed you more than you could ever know. I had a family and you kept me from it. Why? What did I ever do wrong to you?” She hated the fact she had tears running down her face. For the first time she realized Chris was standing inside the bedroom door. “Dad, why didn’t you care about me? I was a real person and although I was ugly for many years…look at me now…I’m not that way any longer. You deserve to die for what you did to me.”
She lunged at him with the open razor, and he ducked out of the way. He went running towards the door and Chris grabbed him. She watched them fight and was frozen in position. She wanted to move, but couldn’t.
Her father made a move with his leg and both arms and Chris went flying onto his back. She saw her dad run out of the bedroom in his stocking feet and turn down the hallway. She was still frozen in position holding the straight razor when she heard a crack, followed by a loud crash.
They both left the bedroom to find the railing broken. They looked down and her father was lying in a growing pool of blood. He had obviously landed on a glass top table which had a metal frame. One of the metal frames was sticking out his back.
She dropped the razor
and turned and buried her head in Chris’s chest.
“I’m sorry Alexis. I’m sorry you didn’t have the family you should have had.” She felt his arms tight around her.
“I think I saw some love in my mother’s eyes, but she only knew my image as Melanie’s. I didn’t even have time to tell her who I was. They’re both dead now.” She couldn’t stop her sobbing, and wondered why she was so upset they were gone.
Minutes later she had calmed down enough to get her thoughts together. “Chris what do we do now?”
“Well, there’s only Scott and Mercedes left,” Chris answered as she felt him push her away from his body. She bent and picked up the razor. She noticed it still had some of Scott’s blood on it. “Lick it Chris.” She watched as he studied her eyes and licked the razor with some force.
It would be so easy to kill him right now. “I need you now Chris. I need you to lick me like you did that razor.” She dropped the razor and started running down the hall, stopping periodically to remove a piece of her clothing.
“What about Scott?” he asked.
“What about him? Do you want him to watch us?”
“No, not really.”
“Good. You can have Mercedes if we get the chance and we’ll let Scott watch. Then I’ll have Scott willingly because he will be trying to protect her. Then we’ll kill them both. You and I will start a new set of trophies. I know what parts I want of Scott’s, but you need to think about what you want of hers.” She smiled a wicked smile. “Maybe you just want her long red hair.”
She pushed him and removed the last article of her clothing and jumped on her parents’ king sized bed. She watched him bounce when he took his briefs off. “Something has made you really excited.” He started to climb onto the bed.
“Wait. I want you to do as I say. You’ll get me, but you will be even more ready. Now do what I originally told you to do.”
She watched his brain trying to remember, and then his recognition. He started towards her. “Slowly Chris…do everything very slowly.”
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