The Adam & Eve Trilogy

by Paul Preston

  “I haven’t had a chance to call Mr. Williamson. I’m going to call him later tonight after things settle down here. When you see him can you tell him we got here alright and my father’s OK. Let him know I’ll be back at the condo as soon as I can get away. And thank him again for all his generosity, would you?”

  “Of course,” Luman said.

  “You can count on it,” Cogworthy said.

  “Take care, guys. Thanks again for all your help.”

  The men drove off in the limo and Bella Lisa watched them go. She got out her cell phone to check her messages and realized her battery had died. She checked her purse, fishing through it for her cell phone charger.

  “Oh shit!” she cursed loudly to herself.

  Bella Lisa pictured the charger exactly where she left it at the condo, plugged into the wall outlet next to her bed. She never memorized Williamson’s private cell phone number and had left his business card on the dresser in her bedroom as well. The clinic was in a remote setting, away from stores where she could find a replacement charger.

  Maybe I could borrow a compatible charger from someone at the clinic.

  Frustrated, she trudged back up the steps and into the clinic to check on her Father.

  Chapter Six

  Day Five – Wednesday

  Williamson lay in his bed, wide awake at 11:49PM Wednesday night. He had not slept in over 48 hours. His cell phone was gripped in his left hand. When he met his security team Tuesday evening to hear the report of what happened, at first he was very encouraged. The men said she was going to call him later and return to him in a few days.

  He waited for her call until late Tuesday evening, but it never came. Finally, he called, then texted her a few times and tried to rest, but couldn’t. For the first time she didn’t return his text.

  She’s probably busy helping her father. She’ll get back to me in the morning.

  Williamson couldn’t sleep. He did some work on the computer, did a work out in the middle of the night, took a shower, doing everything he could think of to ignore the summons of the beast.

  “Phillipe, where have you been, my friend? It’s been too long since I’ve seen you. Come to me, Phillipe. Come to me, my friend. Bleed for me…”

  Williamson shut his eyes and repeated a mantra to himself over and over.

  It isn’t real, it isn’t real, it isn’t real.

  Williamson first remembered hearing the voice of the beast a year after the three nights he endured in the cellar. At first, he only heard it in his dreams. The voice would go away after the nightmare was over. Then he started hearing the voice during the sleepless nights on his hard cot in the Reform School.

  “Phillipe, I am disappointed in you…”

  After he cut himself with the metal spoon he stole from the kitchen and laboriously sharpened against his metal bed frame, the voice would seem to recede through the locked doors of his confinement. He had cut himself so many times, he hardly felt it anymore. How nice it was to be given a short reprieve from the beast’s demands while sleeping next to the soft responsive body of Bella Lisa on Saturday and Sunday night. He remembered how shamed he felt when she discovered him on Monday night communing with the Beast in the Black Room, how he tied her to the cross and held a knife to her throat, threatening to cut her with it while pressing against her with his erection.

  Now she knows how fucked up I am.

  Despite all that, she seemed to forgive him, in fact she brushed it all off like it was nothing. He could no longer deny it. He was deeply in love with Bella Lisa Mauricio. At least he was able to help her father, before he set her free.

  Since she had left Tuesday morning, the shooting pain in his pelvis had increased in intensity, the barbs of the monster stinging him, making his groin clench in agony. It took every bit of his resolve not to give in to it. He went back to work on Tuesday and Wednesday, trying to focus his mind solely on the execution of his business enterprises.

  Seeing him occasionally grimacing in pain, his work associates asked him what was wrong, told him to go home, perhaps make an appointment to see a doctor, but he just brushed it off as a case of indigestion and carried on. He worked from 6AM to the closing of the A and E Club at 1AM on early Wednesday morning. He lay in bed for five hours, wondering why Ms. Mauricio had not called and listening to the Beast’s gentle request for his blood. After another full day of work without sleep, Firmin sent him home soon after the 11PM late show had begun. Williamson knew what was waiting for him at home. He was exhausted, his willpower had weakened, and he could no longer ignore the patient and consistent beckoning of his Master, summoning him into the Black Room of Blood and Knives.

  At midnight, he put on his robe and walked silently through his home to the West Wing. He looked down the dark corridor and saw a light escaping through the bottom of the door. He knew it wasn’t real, it couldn’t have happened, but he clearly saw the closed door swing open as he got closer to the end of the hallway. The red trim of the door seemed to have dripped down the center of the black door. As he got to the doorway, he saw it wasn’t paint dripping down, but blood. He shut his eyes, rubbed them, opened them again, but the droplets of blood still slid down the black door. He entered the room through the open door.

  “Welcome, Phillipe.”

  Williamson withdrew a knife mounted upon the wall, walked half way into the large room and looked at the thick expensive beveled mirror on the opposite wall. He shut his eyes.

  “Open your eyes, Phillipe.”

  Williamson looked up with heavy eyes and saw the creature, the ruddy, hairy face, the sharp pointed brownish-red horns growing out of his brow, the long yellowish canine teeth extending over his lower lip.

  “It’s good to see you again, my friend. I’ve missed you. I’ve been calling for you. Did you not hear my summons? Phillipe?”

  Williamson rubbed his eyes with his free hand.

  “So tell me, Phillipe. What happened to your sweet little sub?”

  “You… are… not… real!”

  Looking back into the mirror, he threw the hilt of his knife at his reflection with all his strength, expecting the glass wall to shatter. Only two or three shards of glass fell out, and one long crack was created by the impact, cutting down the center of the mirror, cleaving his image in two.

  “Now, now, Phillipe. Temper, temper.”

  Williamson dropped to his knees.

  “Please…Please, I beg of you. Take this pain away. Leave me in peace.”

  “You know very well I can’t do that. Can you ask your arm to leave your body or your fingers to leave your hand? You are blood of my blood. I live within you. You and I are one.”

  “I’ll give you anything to leave me, just let me go.”

  “I’ve already told you the terms of your release, Phillipe. You had the perfect opportunity the other night and you just let her go.”

  “No, I won’t let you have her.”

  “Are you denying me, Phillipe? Have you forgotten who I am?”

  “I made a promise I would protect her. Don’t you understand? I made a sacred vow she would not experience any pain.”

  “She wanted pain, don’t you see, you fool? It was her deepest desire to be bled by you. She asked you for it that night and you were too weak to do it.”

  “Shut up. Shut the fuck up. Get out of my head!”

  “She told you she liked it when you slapped her, when you whipped her. You could not do it hard enough to please her. It was well within your rights as her Dom to cut her. She was yours, Phillipe. You could have permanently marked her as your sub. Now it’s too late, my friend. She’s gone.”

  “I will give you anything to leave me. Anything. Here. Take my blood.”

  Williamson slit the back of his thigh with the knife. He angled his body to show the beast the offering of his blood. In the reflection, he could see the blood escape from the wound and slide down the back of his knee and calf.

  “Thank you, but I’m sorry, your blood
tastes like piss to me now. You know what I wanted, a real taste of the red. How nice it would have been, running down her pale skin, a dark rich Bordeaux. How ungrateful you are to me. I made you who you are! You’d still be living on the streets if it wasn’t for me. You even shared her with your employees. You allowed them to eat sushi off her naked belly. You stripped her and had sex with her in front of hundreds of people in the club I helped you open. It was my idea, if you remember. All I wanted was my taste of our sweet little Bella Lisa. I’m jealous, Phillipe. How unfair you’ve been to me.”

  “Leave her alone! You will not touch her!”

  “No need to shout, my friend. Alas, she’s long gone now. I suppose we missed our chance with her. Don’t be upset, my boy. There’ll be others. Many others.”

  Williamson bent over in pain, clutching his pelvis. The pain was so intense, tears slipped out of Williamson’s eyes.

  “Ah, my friend. So sorry about that. It was me, you know. That first moment you saw her. Just one bite. Just one little bite. To let you know I wanted her. That I want her still.”

  Williamson painfully stood up and faced his reflection.

  “You’ll never have her.”

  “We will see. I am a patient man. Has she called you yet?”

  “You know she hasn’t.”

  “That’s odd. Didn’t she tell your employees that she would be calling you and would soon be returning to you?”

  “Yes.”

  “And that was two days ago. I’m afraid you let our little bird fly away from its cage, Phillipe.”

  “She promised me she’d return.”

  “She will never come back to you, Phillipe, and you know it. The only way you could get her to submit to your perversions was through trickery. Selling Mauricio a condo you knew he couldn’t afford, getting the fool to deliver her to your doorstep, having her sign that bogus contract. You ruined the father and made a whore out of the daughter at the same time. I was quite proud of you, actually.”

  “It wasn’t like that. I didn’t—”

  “What was it like then, Phillipe? Are you saying you didn’t have her pouty lips, her nice full tits, her lovely ass and her open sex at your constant command? You really fucked her like a stallion, Phillipe, without protection. I wonder if she’s carrying our child. How happy that would make me to have a son.”

  Williamson dropped to his knees in front of the mirror.

  “Please, please.”

  “Too bad she’s gone now. She really did give us pleasure. Didn’t she? Didn’t she, Phillipe?”

  “Get The Fuck Out Of My Head!”

  Williamson pounded the cracked mirror, putting deep slashes into his fists. He picked up the largest shard of glass with his bloody fingers, looked at his wild red eyes in the reflection and made a deep slice into his pelvis. Blood burst out of the vein, soaking his white bathrobe red. He stood up painfully and limped out of the Black Room, pressing on his wound, leaving a trail of blood running out of the West Wing.

  Chapter Seven

  Day Six - Thursday

  The cab dropped Bella Lisa off in front of the A and E Club late Thursday night.

  It was sad to leave her dad behind at the clinic when he needed her the most, sweating and begging her for drugs, desperately grabbing at the smelly sweatshirt she had worn for three straight days. The doctors assured her that the first few days are the worst, but her Father would recover and sober up eventually. She maxed out the Amex paying in advance for 20 days of treatment. If he wasn’t better by then, she didn’t know what she’d do. The place was expensive and she wasn’t going to take any more of Mr. Williamson’s money. She tried to calm him down, promising to return in two or three days to check in on him. He lashed out at her in front of the staff and physicians.

  “That’s right, go back to him, you whore!”

  She left the clinic, deeply ashamed, staring at the floor. When the padded door was shut, she could still hear his muffled screams and insults as she walked away. The receptionist called her a cab and she had to wait thirty minutes for it to arrive. She felt terrible about not contacting Mr. Williamson over the last three days. She had asked a few employees if they had a charger she could borrow that might be compatible to her phone, but no one had their charger with them. The receptionist let her use the office phone and she tried to contact him at Williamson Investments several times. Her calls always got screened, and even though she told the receptionist each time the call was urgent, she kept getting put into his voicemail. After leaving four messages, the secretary began to recognize her pleading voice. She wondered if he had ever gotten her messages. She felt so stupid not to know the name of Williamson’s condo and his private phone was unlisted. Thursday morning she asked the receptionist if she could use her computer to send out an email, but she was told the system blocked personal emails from the office computers. She assumed Mr. Williamson thought the worst, that she took his money and blew him off.

  The cab finally arrived and after the long drive she was dropped off in front of the Adam and Eve Club. Nervously looking over her shoulder, Bella Lisa walked to the front of the dark brick building, thankful she knew how to access the private entrance. The 11PM show had already begun and there was no one at the hostess table. She peeked her head through the curtain and a pretty girl came out to assist her, whom she immediately recognized as the actress who played the part of Ariel.

  “The 11 o’clock show just began, would you like a…”

  Ariel stopped, looking down at her rumpled sweat clothes and old tennis shoes, and frowned.

  “I’m so sorry, Miss. We have a strict dress code here at the club; I can’t allow you to enter wearing that.”

  Bella Lisa looked down, forgetting about how bad she looked in her dirty clothes and unwashed hair. She swallowed her pride and smiled.

  “Actually, I’m not here to see the show. I was looking for someone. Is Mr. Williamson here tonight?”

  “Mr. Williamson is not at the club tonight, but I can get a message to him.”

  “It’s really quite urgent. I must speak to him right away.”

  “I’m not allowed to contact the owner directly.”

  “Is Andre Firmin here?”

  “I’m afraid not.”

  “Can you call him for me?”

  The head of security came up behind Bella Lisa from out of the shadows of the lobby.

  “No, Miss. You’ll have to come back tomorrow evening. Now if you’ll please excuse me.”

  “Please, it’s really important.”

  “Is there a problem here?” the security officer said.

  Bella Lisa noticed A and E Security written on small letters on the right breast pocket of his shirt.

  “No, there’s no problem, Officer.”

  “I think you heard our hostess say she would pass on your message to Mr. Williamson and Mr. Firmin at her earliest convenience. Now would you like me to escort you to your vehicle, Miss?”

  As the officer gestured toward the door, Bella Lisa turned back to Ariel.

  “It’s Ariel, right?”

  Ariel looked at Bella Lisa suspiciously.

  “Yes. How did you—”

  “I was at your performance last Saturday night. Oh my God, you were so sexy!”

  “Thank you. That’s nice of you to say.”

  “I don’t know if you noticed, but Mr. Williamson was there too that night and he brought a guest. That was me, Ariel.”

  “That was you! I heard about that but I didn’t believe it. I’ve never seen Mr. Williamson bring anyone to the club. She said you were putting on an even sexier show at your booth than we were on stage.”

  “Are you kidding? Your show put us so much in the mood that we left half way through and had mind-blowing sex in his limo—”

  “Wait a minute. What’s your name, Miss?” the security guard asked.

  “Bella Lisa Mauricio.”

  The guard’s jaw dropped and he immediately made a call on his cell to Firmin.
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br />   “It’s me, sir. She showed up. Yes, sir, she’s standing right here next to me in the lobby. 15 minutes? OK… They’re sending a limo to pick you up, Ms. Mauricio.”

  “Is he at the condo? I probably should’ve gone there first.”

  “No, Miss.”

  “Where is he?”

  “Well, I’m not sure I should—”

  “Where is he, Ariel?”

  Ariel looked at the security guard and he nodded.

  “He’s in the intensive care unit at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center,” Ariel said quietly.

  Bella Lisa blinked and took an unsteady step backwards. The guard caught her arm before she fell.

  “What? How could that be? I left him just 2 days ago and he was perfectly fine.”

  “Why don’t you sit down over here, Ms. Mauricio,” the guard said, leading her over to the lobby couch.

  Ariel brought Bella Lisa a glass of cold water from the bar.

  “What happened? Did he have some sort of accident?”

  “To be honest, none of the staff have been told what happened exactly, so I’m not sure,” the guard said.

  “Is he going to be OK?”

  Bella Lisa gave Ariel back the empty glass.

  “Is he? Is he going to be OK?”

  “I’m sure they’ll give you an update when you get to the hospital, Ms. Mauricio,” the guard said.

  Bella Lisa leaned over, covering her face in her hands and wept.

  “I knew it. I knew something awful was going to happen to him if I left. I left the fucking charger of my cell phone at his condo and ran out without it. I didn’t have his private number. I tried calling his business, but they screened my calls. The number here is unlisted.”

  Ariel gave her a tissue and she blew her nose and dabbed at her eyes, then started crying again.

  “But I had to go. My father was sick; I had to go help him. But I promised Mr. Williamson I’d come back. He probably didn’t believe me.”

  Ariel sat next to her and put her arms around her to comfort her.

  “He’s dying, isn’t he? I can feel it. He’s dying. Oh God, I shouldn’t have left him, but I had to … do you understand?”