by Lucian Bane
Bones refused to ask to see what was on the stupid piece of paper. Reginald was purposely waiting as long as he could, probably to teach him patience or tolerance, or some dumb shit.
It was time to pick Reggie’s brain to get at exactly what he thought about their little arrangement. Did he forget how he arrived with Bones? Who put him here? It’s not that he minded Reggie in control, but he couldn’t have him doing something reckless and stupid. Like putting them too close to danger while thinking he was strong enough to hold Bones back. Reginald believed he was, but that was because Bones never really fought him before. But Bones still remembered that day Reginald yanked the shovel out of his hand and stood up to him. Or that time he pushed him out of the road when he’d not heard the vehicle. It was almost an unnatural strength and Bones wouldn’t risk finding himself in a situation where Reginald might surprise him. There could be zero doorways, zero opportunities. This much Bones had learned.
“Are you ready to find out what’s on it?” Reginald said after dawdling around in the office with the month’s paperwork.
I don’t care.
Reginald gave a knowing laugh. “Sure you don’t.” He pulled out the paper and Bones purposely didn’t look. He didn’t look even when he held it up to their face. Or when he cried “ohhhhh, would you look at that. What do you think http://www.mymindmylife.com is? Maybe her work?” Reggie hurried to the desk and sat before the laptop. “Let’s find out, shall we?”
Bones allowed himself to glance aloofly at the screen when Reginald popped the enter key. “What do we have here? Claim your mind?”
Bones scanned the words on the page, trying not to contribute any physical telltale reactions in their body. Wasn’t this interesting. Why would the slut be at a site for the criminally insane that haven’t been caught in a crime yet?
“Ohhh, you’re excited,” Reginald muttered, never missing a damn thing he did.
Can’t I be curious as to what the fuck she would be doing at a site like this?
“Oh, most certainly. Please do. I love when you’re curious. I love when you apply yourself.”
Bones shook his head. Like I never do.
“Well, you’ve gotten good at slacking, Bonesy. And what’s wrong with being at a site like this? You don’t even know why she is here.”
This is where nut jobs come hang out and pretend to talk out their problems.
“Pretend? What are they really doing?”
They’re talking about their problems because it’s the closest thing to actually doing the things they legally aren’t allowed to. And probably sitting at their whatever while jacking-off while they tell all.
Reggie’s skepticism prickled his skim, making Bones more eager to prove him wrong. He’d learn how true that was soon enough.
“Well, this is the perfect place for me to study, it would seem.”
Just so you’re not jacking off while you do it.
Reginald snorted. “I wouldn’t jack off while doing this.”
Not while doing anything.
“Right, because jacking off isn’t normal for a man to do who never gets to engage in normal sexual activity.”
Little shit. You can jack off, Bones said. As long as you’re not thinking of a woman.
“Awwww, thank you Bonesy. Maybe we can pick up the latest edition of Playdog magazine. I bet the bald pussycats really get the hummer going.”
Bones’ laughter erupted and went on for an entire minute while Reginald nodded at the screen.
“Glad you find that funny,” he said. “While I am joking, I don’t find it funny. I mean, have we ever even had an orgasm?” he suddenly wondered.
“I have, yes,” Bones said, still smiling.
“Well, I haven’t,” Reginald countered, sounding pissed.
“Like I said, if you can jack off and not think of a filthy woman, go for it. I’ll even help you.”
“You’ll help me? And how, exactly?”
Bones shrugged. “I’m very good at it.”
“You need a woman to orgasm,” Reginald argued. “At least I do.”
“No you don’t,” Bones assured, with a chuckle. “And how do you even know, you’ve never had one?”
Reginald sat there and Bones waited in quiet amusement for his reply.
When he got none, Bones said, I’ll show you tonight.
“I don’t need to know.”
I want you to know.
“Well, I don’t want to.”
“Fine, I’ll jack off for old time’s sake. I’ll do it while you sleep, how’s that.”
“Funny, Bones. Do whatever you want. But it seems unfair that you get to do what you want in our body but I don’t.”
“My body,” Bones said out loud this time, hopefully reminding Reginald of his rightful place as second in command.
“So, now I’m your wife? Your bitch? We’ll see about that.”
Bones laughed again. He kind of liked Reginald’s spunky side. It was a good sign just so he never used it with Bones. “I’ll give you an orgasm unlike anything you’ll ever have.”
“That’s not the least bit scary,” Reginald said.
“I can’t promise I’ll be gentle.”
“God, are you serious?” Reginald hissed.
“Why do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Turn left, like I’m sitting behind you or on your shoulder,” Bones wondered, still smiling.
“Because you are,” he said after a few seconds of considering.
Bones laughed again at that. “Nooo, I’m not.”
“Then where are you?”
“I’m on your right side when I’m with you.”
“When you’re with me, got it.”
“Yes.”
“So why do I look to my left?” Reginald asked, sounding confused.
“Maybe you’re dyslexic.”
“Or maybe you are?”
Bones grinned, nodding. “Maybe.”
“I have a question. A serious one.”
Ahh, here they go again with therapy. “What’s that, Reggie?”
“Have you ever had an orgasm with a woman?”
“Oh yes, I have.”
Bones waited for the next logical question. “So why would you say you can’t?”
“I never said I can’t.”
“Why don’t you want to?”
Bones shook his head, knowing the line of questions would go on and on in circles. “Because they don’t end well.” Before Reginald could come up with his next question, Bones added with hard finality, “We’re not talking about it.”
Reginald nodded finally. “I can respect you don’t want to jackoff while thinking of a woman, I can. But you should at least consider letting me do it. You don’t have to participate and you know it. Just like you don’t participate when I do other normal things for us.”
Bones fucking hated when he made exact sense in the wrong fucking things. He took in a deep breath and rolled his eyes. Yes, he could do it but he the idea made his skin crawl.
“Think about it?”
Fine. I’ll think about it. Bones would let him believe he won something while conducting his own classes with Reginald called ‘the logic gap’ known as women.
“Okay, Bones, help me out here,” he said, back to the screen. “Look at all the psychological topics here,” he muttered eagerly, clicking button after button.
Yes, psychological. Right up your alley.
“Oh, what’s this?” He clicked, and a page opened up with more topics in a different format.
Bones watched quietly as Reginald worked through all the tabs, mumbling out the information the way he did when he was studying. And then he clicked it. Clicked that one tab that would get to the bottom of who this woman really was and what the fuck she was doing in the lower depths of cyber Hell.
CHAPTER FOUR
The chat room Reginald had opened nearly had Bones’ pulse racing. Reginald navigated to the members list and his pointer raced over the profile images.
He suddenly jolted in his chair, startling Bones. “SHIT! THAT’S HER,” he nearly yelled. “Oh wow,” he whispered after a few seconds, pointing at the screen. “Her name is Cinnamon! Cinnamon Wrolls.” He laughed at that. “How cute!”
Bones’ smirk crimped his face at seeing her image on the screen. It’s an alias. But the real question Bones had was, what was this cunt’s role there? Staff or psychotic patron? And why did she seem familiar? Unease slowly crept in.
“I know it’s an alias, jackass. It’s still cute.”
Why name yourself after a dessert on a site with a bunch of hungry lunatics? “Well if their fetishes and psychosis are food related, I could see the danger.”
Many people have food fetishes that are part of a dangerous sickness. Bones was sure there was plenty of data to back that up, too.
Reginald clicked her name. “Holy hell Bones, she’s got her Bachelors in Psychology!” He whisper-gasped through her academic qualifications until Bones felt like an alien in his own body.
More lies.
“How do you know?’
She’s too uneducated! She spoke like a hillbilly for fucksake, don’t tell me you missed that.
“Maybe it’s… dialectic habit.”
Are you kidding right now?
Reginald opened the desk drawer and pulled out his Red Hot candies and dumped a shit load in his mouth. God, Bones hated those. He hated most everything he shoveled in their body. Probably knew that too. Probably payback for not letting him do the shit he wanted to do.
“I need to join this,” he said around loud sucks.
No, you don’t.
“What? Why not?” He leaned and squinted at the screen.
Look around first, stop racing into everything. And get your glasses. You’re ruining my eyes with all that squinting you do.
“I hate those glasses, they make me look like Clark Kent. Hey, I don’t have to put my real name or picture,” he mused. “I doubt anybody here does. Except maybe this Darth Vader guy.” He laughed at his joke and clicked the create an account button.
Why do I bother contributing when everything I suggest is shot down?
Reginald paused and sat back with a light sigh. “Fine. I’ll compromise. I guess we can start classes with a little bit of healthy stalking.”
Right, healthy stalking. They both studied the pages, both scavenging for their own agenda. Bones to shut it down cold— Reginald to make it all burn hard.
“She’s very active,” Reginald mused.
Show all users posts. Let’s see what your sweetheart is up to here.
“Where?”
Bottom of her fake info.
“It could be real,” he mumbled, sliding the cursor to it.
If it is, she’s a moron. Either way, she’s in the right place.
“Oh look,” he whispered. “She started this discussion. What are some of your triggers? Wow,” Reginald said as they both read. “Look at all these people talking so openly!”
Before Bones could stop it, he became engrossed in some of the responses. Jacking off is this fucker’s trigger? Probably jacking-off right now.
Reginald gave a chuckle. “Look at this one. Dripping water.”
Nose picking?
“Car horns!”
Check out Dark Reaper, Bones said, a cold feeling crawling over him.
“Ohhhhh, a woman’s mooooans,” Reginald said with a diabolical tone.
Bones waited for him to see Miss Sin-a-men’s reply.
“Look at her reply,” Reginald whispered, his voice going shrilly. “What kind of moans.”
Don’t you find it odd that she’d ask that?
“Oh, come on,” Reginald said. “She’s engaging. Look what ole Dark Reaper said. The kind of moans you make when it feels good.”
That’s a pickup line, not a trigger. And she’s picking right up of course.
“She’s digging,” Reginald defended. “See, she says, ‘So you don’t like when a woman feels good?’ I love how open and direct she is.”
And look where that led.
“Uh oh. His next comment was removed. He got out of line.” He dumped more Red Hots in his mouth. “It’s really not surprising since that’s what this place seems to cater to.”
If it caters to people getting out of line, then it’s not a good place. So, why is she here?
“I don’t mean cater to them getting out of line, silly,” he mumbled around the candy. “I mean cater to the kinds of people that do get out of line. In life,” he explained.
Bones continued to peruse the pages with Reginald, the race to find supporting evidence for their arguments in high gear now.
She flirts a lot, Bones pointed out.
“She’s a therapist, she’s taught to engage.”
She says she’s a therapist. Is it me, or does she mostly engage the males?
“It’s you.”
Are you sure?
“Are you serious?” Reginald clicked the members list and finally said, “See, much more males than females here.”
Why would she pick a site with that ratio?
“I’m sure she didn’t even look at that.”
I’m sure she did, her profession teaches her how to profile.
“People, not sites!”
She’d have looked at the members before joining, Reggie. I’m sure of it.
“Well, maybe she’s not good at what she does,” Reginald whispered, his shoulders up like a stubborn mule. “Maybe she’s new at the hands on therapy stuff like we are.”
No, like you, not we. She seems to really like that Dr.
“You noticed that too,” he said, sounding impressed. But of course he’d miss the obvious.
She is definitely flirting with him, Bones said, back to direct.
“What?! How do you get that?”
Look how many times she laughs.
“Oh my God, are you joking?”
Bone’s quickly read through their exchanges. She likes him. And I bet she thinks he’s really a doctor too.
“And why would you think he isn’t?” Reginald challenged.
Because no doctor would ask a woman that.
“Ask a woman what?”
Comment number thirty-nine. Read it and weep.
****
Reginald scanned down the page to comment number thirty-nine, hating how pushy Bones was being. “How much cream and sugar do you take in your coffee?” Reginald shook his head. “Are you serious? How much cream and… are you serious here?” he shrilled quietly. “How is that inappropriate?”
I never said inappropriate. I said no real doctor would ask that.
Reginald read it again. What the hell was Bones seeing?
I heard you.
“Well good,” he said. “So answer me.”
There’s a lot going on in that question, Reggieboy. He’s baiting her.
“And how?”
How does he know she drinks coffee?
“Maybe he asked before this?”
Comment forty-two.
Reginald lowered his gaze to another comment, his brows narrowing “How did you know I drink coffee?”
Then he implies she takes cream and sugar.
Reginald considered what that could mean. Implying she takes cream and sugar. He didn’t get the connection.
You’re not cut out for this, Reggie.
“I’m trying to be objective here, do you mind?” he whispered, pouring more Red Hots into his mouth. “Cream and sugar,” Reginald mumbled, reading down past that. They were just going back and forth with small talk, seemed to him. Nothing weird.
Do you see it yet?
“Fine, tell me, Bones. What does the cream and sugar mean?”
He’s testing her submission to being baited.
It was all obvious to Bones. He made sure to load his tone with that. Reginald stared at the screen, his brain turning the puzzle all around.
Trust me, I know.
“Fine. He’s testing her to see if she’s submis
sive to being baited. So then what? He’s going to invite her to coffee? Lure her to his lair and force her to drink the dark brew out of cheap china?”
He’d force her alright. But not to drink coffee.
“How can you possibly know this?”
Remember what site we’re on.
“He’s a doctor. He could very well be,” he added, wagging a finger. “Smirk all you like, Bones, the good can be just as possible as all the bad. Do you think anybody on this site is good? Anybody at all? The ones who founded it even? Are all of them bad?”
I know this guy is no good.
“How do you know?” Reginald shrilled with his shoulders up.
I have certain instincts. I know.
“Ahhh, certain instincts. Okay.” Reginald was ready to look someplace else, find something positive, for his side. He clicked on her name and looked around the page again. “She’s not been here long. When did her brother die?” He felt Bones shrug. Of course he acted like he didn’t know. He left all those tedious details to Reginald, even though he was the one with the near photographic memory.
He spied a pics button and clicked.
Well, well, well.
“Ah geez it’s just pictures. Everybody puts pictures up.”
Sure they do. Especially at sites loaded with sadistic maniacs. She’s showing them what’s available. And judging by this, everything is.
His love for negativity was exhausting. After enduring it all the day long, he was getting tired of it. But he couldn’t help wonder the obvious. Why so many pics? He finally spotted it even as his eyes devoured each one with a hungry, possessive lust. “There’s something not right about them,” he nodded, more positive by the second.
You don’t say.
“I mean something is off about them. They seem … fake, or staged. Look at them. Look at her, tell me what you see.”
I see is a dirty, leaky faucet, Reggie. What do you see?
The mock in his tone irked him. “I see somebody in a place she’s not really… comfortable with.”
No, no, Reggieboy. You see a woman working out the kinks in her inhibitions at best. Give it a month and she’ll be naked in these photos with those drumsticks wide open, her leaky faucet gushing, and Dr. Crockashit fucking her with a chainsaw. And she’d deserve every bit of it because she’d have begged for it all.
“Ah geez Bones,” Reginald muttered, disgusted. “Stop being so negative! You’re more work than burying a dozen dead bodies. And don’t talk about her like that until you have an ounce of evidence, you’re starting to really piss me off.”