by Cerys du Lys
Noah is here, too. He is watching us, standing behind us. I show the bracelet to Chastity and she looks at it. Then I hold it out to Noah. He gives me his wrist and I put the bracelet around it and clasp it on.
"I'm sorry you had to deal with all that shit," Noah says.
"Thank you for saving me, Noah," I say.
Chastity smiles at both of us, but she does not speak. Not yet, at least. After we begin painting our nails, she talks.
"You two are really cute together," she says. "It's romantic."
"Is it?" I ask. I did not know this. What does that mean?
"Yeah. It's like Romeo and Juliet," she says.
"Except they both fucking died because they were stupid," Noah adds.
Chastity frowns. "Fine, it's like Tristan and Iseult."
"That's a really shitty love story, too," Noah says.
"Shh," I say. "Do not argue. It is like Noah and Angeline, that is what it is like."
Chastity giggles. I like the sound of her giggling. I wish that I could giggle, too. Sometimes I laugh, but it is hard. It is a little easier, but it is still hard. I do not know if I will ever be able to do it correctly again, but I hope that I can. Some day...
"I will get you a bracelet, too, Chasity," I tell her. "You can put your fingernail in it and when you find someone you love you can give it to them."
"Really?" she asks.
"Yes," I say.
(Day Forty)
*** Noah
This shit's fucked up. I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to do this, but this shit's fucked up. Today's the goddamn day.
Today's the day when I was originally supposed to drag Chastity to her buyer. Things sort of got fucked up with that, though. Unexpected events, bullshit like that. When you're in this business, you've got to deal with this shit, because who the fuck else is going to do it for you? It's not like there's accident insurance you can buy. You know how they have vacation insurance or whatever the fuck it is, where if you get sick and can't travel, they'll reimburse you for the cost of your vacation? Yeah, we don't have that in the black market slave trade business. Boo fucking hoo. You do it or you die.
So I go. I bring her to him. Sorry, love, but I don't have a choice. I've got to do this.
He looks surprised. I sent him a message about a drop off. Didn't really give him time to arrange for much. We head out and I get to the place. It's some shitty house in the middle of nowhere. That's how it usually is, though. It's not like this place is abandoned, but it might as well be. Used for shady fucking dealings, that's what it is. What we're doing right now is pretty fucking shady.
I drag the bitch in on a chain. He's standing there, waiting for me. It's him and a couple of other guys. They don't look too tough. I can handle them.
"This is her?" he asks. "Chastity White?"
"Do you think I'd fucking lie to you?" I ask him.
"No, but... her hair?"
"It's dye," I say. "It washes out. Was part of the training. Bitch loves her hair color. I wanted to teach her a fucking lesson. It's fine."
"A-alright," he says. He looks real fucking startled. Why the fuck are you scared, guy?
"Money?" I say.
"You never responded to my emails," he says.
He says this, but what the fuck do I care? One of his goons hands me a suitcase. I open it and check for the money. Yeah, that shit's all there. Six million dollars, the other half of what he gave me before.
Fuck, this is nice. I don't have time to count it all, so I guess the fucker could be stiffing me, but whatever the fuck it is, it's a lot. It's worth it.
They're staring at me. They're staring at the girl. I realize I never answered him.
"I was busy," I say. "I had a lot of shit to do. Fuck off. I didn't have time for your bullshit emails."
He ignores my attitude. It's fake fucking bravado bullshit on his part. This guy is about to piss his fucking pants.
"How do I know she's well-trained?" he asks me. "How do I know I'm getting what I paid for?"
Woo boy. Woo fucking boy. First off, fuck you, buddy. Finding a girl named Chastity White was fucking bullshit. And second, the other shit you're trying to pull? Yeah, that's also fucking bullshit. Questioning my abilities? Fuck your bullshit. Fuck off.
"Watch," I tell him. I don't need a lot of words.
I slap her. She sits there, kneeling on the floor, doing nothing about it. I slap her again, hard. She does nothing. Good. Yeah, I fucking told you, I've got this bitch trained.
"Up," I tell her. She stands.
I grab her breast and mash the fuck out of it. It's got to be painful. She stares into my eyes, looking vibrant and alive while I'm tormenting her breasts, one, then the other. I pinch her fucking nipple so hard I half expect her to scream, but the other half of me realizes she won't. I know so much shit about this woman, you don't even know how fucking deep it goes.
Chastity Fucking White? Yeah, fuck you.
"Come here, love," I say to her. She comes over to me, stepping close.
I thrust my hand down the front of her panties. That's all she's in. A loose shirt and some pink fucking panties. I picked this shit out especially for her. My hand cups her cunt and I drive a finger into her pussy.
"You better fucking cum for me right fucking now, bitch," I tell her. "Ten fucking seconds, that's all you've got."
I know exactly how to do it. I had a lot of fucking fun practicing this, too. A whole fucking lot of fun.
I tease and twist her clit. I'm rough. This isn't some fucking pleasure jaunt sexy fun time here. This is raw and real and this bitch is going to cum for me on the count of ten or else.
I do it. I count. You don't need to hear me count. What the fuck boring life do you live where you need to hear me counting? Fuck off.
She cums when I get to two. She didn't even need ten seconds, that's how fucking trained she is.
I toss the fucking guy the end of her chain. It leads to a leather collar wrapped around her neck. He takes it like he doesn't know what the fuck to do with it.
"Go with this prick, love," I say. "Understand?"
She looks at me, lust pounding through her eyes. Fuck, she's beautiful.
"Is he bad?" she asks. She doesn't say it, she just mouths the words to me, a silent question.
I nod.
*** Chastity?
Noah leaves. The man who has paid for me stares at me, confused. I do not think he expected this. I know why he does not expect this, and yet I find it difficult to feel sorry for him.
Noah has already told me. I knew this, but Noah has given me confirmation. Yes... he is bad...
The man who has bought me smiles now, determined. Noah is gone. The other men he is with seem indifferent to the transaction. That is fine. I do not care about them.
Not yet.
"Come on," the man says. "Let's see what you can do."
He leads me to another room. I do not like this house. It is not a nice house. It is broken and rundown and it looks unclean. Perhaps that is why it is a good house for what we are about to do, though.
I follow him as he leads me quietly to a room nearby. He closes the door behind us as we enter. The windows are dusty here and it is darker than the main hall we just left.
"I'm going to see what that pretty mouth of yours can do," he says.
He lets go of the chain, dropping it to the floor, and begins to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. They slide to the floor, followed shortly by his underwear.
"On your knees," he says.
I get on my knees.
"Show me your breasts. Play with them."
I pull up my shirt and show him. I do not like this. I must wait, though. I press my palms against my breasts and squeeze. These are not for him, they are mine, and I have given myself to Noah. I do not like this.
He begins to stroke his cock. I am counting. I know exactly how many seconds have passed. I squeeze, then reach for my nipples and twist slightly. They are sensitive because of what
Noah did. I liked that. It was fun...
Time is up. I have counted. Thank you, Noah. Thank you for this gift. I love you.
The man seems startled when I stand up. His cock is in his hands and he is stroking himself. Even though he is startled, he continues to masturbate.
"Down," he says, almost stuttering. "Suck my cock, you... you bitch. Suck my cock!"
I do not say anything. I have nothing to say to him. He is bad. I know this and Noah has confirmed it, and enough time has passed. This is all. I am sorry, but I am not sorry. You do not deserve an apology.
I move forward as if I am going to kiss him. He seems confused, but then agreeable. Yes, thank you. Thank you for helping me. I do kiss him, but only because I need something else from him. Once I have his lip, I bite down hard. I pierce his soft skin with my sharp teeth and he bleeds for me.
It is good. It is not as good as Noah or my pet, but it is nice. It is different.
He screams out in pain and tries to push me away from him, but I dodge to the side and grab tufts of his hair. I rip and pull it until he screams some more. I box his ears hard, slamming my palms against the side of his head, then with practiced precision, I squeeze, squeeze harder, and... rip.
I twist until I feel his neck crack and break. Life immediately leaves his body and he slumps to the ground.
I kneel before him and smile. It is not a happy smile, but I do not wish for him to know this. It is a thankful smile. That is what it is supposed to be. Thank you.
I smear my hand across his lips. I wish that I had a knife, but I do not. I tried to get Noah to let me bring a knife, but he would not. Where will you hide a knife? That is what he asked me. In usual Noah fashion, he added a myriad of rude and vulgar words, too.
I do not know where I will hide a knife, Noah, but this is not a satisfying amount of blood. I lap at my palm, tasting his life's essence, savoring what I have.
Do not worry about it. That is what Noah told me. Deal with him and do not worry about it. I do not know why I should not worry about it. It is something to worry about, in my opinion.
I reach for more of his blood, but it is simply not enough. I do not wish to do more than this, because all I desire is to taste his blood, but now it is drying. Already. Do you see, Noah? This is what I mean. You do not understand.
The door swings open and slams against the wall. I bounce to my feet, intent in killing this intruder. I nearly do, but he stops me. I pounce on him, wrapping my legs around his waist, going for his throat with my hands. He lets me leap onto him, but he does not fall. Was he expecting it? That is strange.
He also does not let me strangle him. His hands grab my wrists and he squeezes them. He falls forward of his own efforts. My back slams hard against the floorboards and his body pins me to the ground, crushing the air from my lungs and leaving me breathless.
"I told you I'd fucking take care of it," he says. "Look at that sad as fuck look on your face. You disappointed, love? Can't say I blame you. The guy looks fucking disgusting. How's he taste."
Oh. Oh! It is Noah. Noah, I love you. I kiss him. I kiss him and I grab for him and I nearly beg him to remove his pants and take me. I want you, Noah. I missed you. I love you.
Noah laughs at my efforts. "Not now, love. We've got to get out of here, remember?"
"He does not taste as good as you," I say. "Not as good as Chastity, either."
"I'm better, right?"
Better than her, he means. Yes, Noah is much better. I nod fast so that he knows this. "I love you. Are you here to save me?"
"Looks like you saved yourself. I got those two guys out front, though. They're all yours, now."
"A present?" I ask. I wish to sound interested and intrigued. "For me?"
"Go look," he says with a smile.
He lets me up, then helps me rise by offering me his hand. I take it and get to my feet. Noah assists me in removing the foolish leather collar around my neck, too. What would a leather collar do? I do not know. It is a silly toy for bedroom games, not for something serious such as this.
I go back to the front hall and then I see it. Oh, it is beautiful. It is for me? I look to Noah for confirmation, and he nods. I go. They are bleeding. I want to taste it... I hope it is good. There is so much.
They were bad. They were not just bad because they wanted to buy Chastity, but they were bad for other reasons, as well. They are bad because of what they wished to do to Noah. I will not let them. They cannot. You cannot hurt Noah. He is mine. He is not yours. No. Never. Mine.
I discovered all of this man's evil by infiltrating his computer. After doing a reverse trace from the email he sent to Noah, after I hacked into Noah's computer and email previously, I learned more about this vile man. I do not know why Noah did not do this. He says he does not know how to do that, but that does not make sense to me. It is a useful skill and I think he should learn it.
This man, the one I have killed, is especially bad, though.
As a part of a plea bargain, the man who was going to purchase Chastity told the police that he could deliver them an important person involved in the black market slave trade industry. That person is Noah. He would have given Noah to them in order to lighten his own sentence. He is currently being tried for manslaughter, though I know it is murder. He kills them.
He does not do it in a quick and simple way. He is not aggressive. Now he is not anything because I have killed him, but before he would lock them in rooms and starve them to death once he became bored of them. His thought process followed an "out of sight, out of mind" philosophy. I do not like that. It makes me very angry. I would not do that. I have the men at my home who are my slaves, but I am kind to them. I asked Noah and he says I am kind and they like me. I did not know before. I am angry sometimes, but I do not wish to... I do not. I do not wish to hurt them! If they do as I say, they will live. I do not ask for much, anything too harsh or unforgiving.
I help them. They would hurt other people if I did not help them. They are not bad, they just need help. I needed help once. I was not bad. Noah saw it. He knew. He helped me. That is what I wish to do.
I am sorry but I do not have time for this anymore, though. I am hungry. Noah has given me a present. He watches over me as I enjoy myself. Thank you, Noah. You are so sweet to me. I love you.
There is so much blood...
*** Noah
"You're seriously a huge fucking mess," I say. The fucking crazy bitch is covered in blood. It's just way over the top. I don't know why the fuck I agreed to this.
"Thank you for the present, Noah," she says.
"Fuck off."
She doesn't even fucking care. She's just smiling like a goddamn kid in a candy shop. Fuck you, I know that's cliche, and I don't even fucking care.
"How the fuck are you going to get in the car?" I ask her. "Seriously, Ange, how the fuck?"
She pouts. Fuck her, she pouts at me. I want to fucking kiss her and slam her on the ground and fuck her hard, but she needs to clean up first.
"Thanks, though," I say. "Seriously, thanks. That asshole needed to go. I didn't know about the shit before. Good looking out there."
"I love you," she says. "That is why."
"Yeah, I love you, too," I say. Maybe I sound like an indifferent prick right there, but I do love her, so fuck you.
Chastity's in the car, in the back, and she pops out when Angeline and I head towards where it's parked. She's carrying jugs of water, because someone has to fucking look out for this shit. I mean, the water was my idea, but Chastity's the errand girl here. Except, maybe fucking not. Fuck off, Chastity.
As soon as she sees Angeline, she hesitates, then nearly vomits.
"You see?" I say to the crazy fucking psychotic bitch right next to me. "Do you see now?"
"Noah, help her," Angeline says. She sounds really fucking disturbed at the sight of Chastity almost throwing up.
Angeline. She sounds disturbed. What the fuck? She's the one covered in blood, which by all means make
s her the disturbing one in this situation, and she's more concerned with Chastity and her bad fucking stomach that can't handle seeing a little blood? Holy fucking shit.
I go over to Chastity and take the water jugs from her.
"Get naked," I say to Angeline.
"Oh, Noah. You are being naughty today," she says, teasing and flirting. Yeah, fuck, I don't even know, but Angeline is flirting with me.
"Fuck you."
"I am just playing with you," she says.
"Look, we've got to fucking go. I don't have time for this."
Angeline pouts and starts to wash off after stripping. We shove her old clothes into a garbage bag. I take it with me back to the house and throw it in with the dead bodies. Fuck them. I hope they fucking rot in hell. I'm an asshole, but you're so much fucking worse. I don't kill people. I don't abandon people and leave them to rot in my fucked up version of a pleasure dungeon. It's not even a pleasure dungeon, it's a real one, because you're a fucked up piece of shit, guy. Fucking hate people like that. Why the fuck can't anyone be nice in this world? I have no fucking clue.
I prepared for this shit, though. Everything's going to burn. I douse the building in fucking kerosene, light a match, and throw it in. It should be fine. This place is in the middle of nowhere. There's high stone walls surrounding the shitty abandoned mansion, so the fire should stay contained, too. I picked this place out for a reason.
I'm done. I leave. Let's get the fuck out of here.
Angeline's dressed again. She's cleaned off, dried, and dressed. She still needs to take a fucking bath or some shit, but it's good enough. The interior seats of the car and the floor are covered in disposable plastic, anyways, so it's not like we're leaving evidence behind. I made sure the drop off was done fast, too. The guy probably expected he could get "Chastity" to tell him where I was after, so he could finish his part of the plea bargain, but obviously that didn't fucking work. Angeline used her computer skills to fuck up his shit and keep his messages from going anywhere, too. Proxy server or whatever the fuck, false system, I don't fucking know. Go ask her how the fuck she did it.