Part 8 (1/2)

”I, sir, am your worst f.u.c.king nightmare. By the end of this, you are going to wish I was only a cop.”

”You can't do this to me. I have f.u.c.king rights. Arrest me.”

”Evan. Evan. Evan. If I were a cop, would I be arresting people with this along for a good time?” I pointed to Jane.

His eyes registered the truth of that. ”That b.i.t.c.h brought you in. I'm going to kill her.” Meaning his former slave, Sheila.

I just looked at him. A strange calm on my face. ”I'd be surprised if she doesn't torture *you* to death first.”

His face paled at the implication. He began to plead.

”Please. I have money. I can get it for you if you just let me out of these d.a.m.n ropes. I'll pay you triple whatever she's giving you. I'll do anything.”

”Anything?”

He began to shake. Nodded. I just sat there. Waiting. Jane patiently sat in my lap. Fascinated.

”Whose the girl? Jane you called her?” Mayer was interested in Jane. He was ready to try reasoning with me again. He'd calmed down.

”She's mine as well,” I answered his query.

”Yours. So she's your slave? You and I. Maybe we have something in common.”

I humoured him.

”Maybe.”

”You keep c.u.n.ts as well. Right?”

I nodded. ”Ladies,” I patiently corrected his vernacular.

”We're not so different. Sheila is ... was ... mine. Maybe we can make a deal or something. We could ... have fun ... together. You and I.”

”Evan. Let me explain something to you. I keep women. I even torment them. I enjoy it. But never. Ever. Think that you and I are alike.”

”You can keep Sheila. I swear it. You can do anything you want to her if you let me go.”

”Can I kick the h.e.l.l out of her?”

”Of course.”

”Can I punch her in the head?”

”Sure. I've blackened her eyes a couple of times. It's a bit harder because she has to wear dark gla.s.ses for a while, but it's so satisfying. I indulge in it once in a while.”

”Can I whip her until she pa.s.ses out?”

”Of course.”

”I can make her f.u.c.k me?”

”c.u.n.t and a.s.s. Until she bleeds. No problem. Best b.l.o.w.j.o.bs in the world. Nothing like a crying woman giving you head. And even if she bleeds you don't have to stop. Better lubrication.” He smiled and laughed. At some memory of his terror. He pulled against the ropes holding him. ”Please. Just let me down. We can have fun together with her.” His eyes narrowed shrewdly. ”Maybe we could trade for a while?” Eyeing the young beauty perched in my lap. I felt Jane shudder just a little, but she managed to fix him with a stare of pure hatred hiding the disgust. She knew that Mayer would never touch her.

”Can I kill her?” I asked. Ignoring his *trade' offer for now.

”Slowly if you want. I've had to get rid of girls before. It isn't a problem. Have you ever killed a helpless woman before? It's quite a rush.” Add murder to the list.

”See Evan. We aren't alike at all. You see. I wouldn't do that to Sheila. I might punish her for disobedience. And I will play with her. But that amount of pain isn't necessary. Further. If our positions were reversed. I would be smart enough to realize that I didn't have anything to bargain with. You see. I already have Sheila. She's mine now. I can do everything I mentioned and more. Without letting you down. You know that. Right now she's sleeping peacefully. But if I wanted to, I could wandering into *your* bedroom and screw her silly in your own bed. I could kill her if I wanted to. I don't, but that's beside the point. Not a thing you could do about it. I could do the same to Jane here. And I certainly don't need your permission. I don't need you. Period. And I would never, ever, let you get your filthy paws on any of my girls. Especially Jane here. She deserves better than you. She deserves better than *me*.”

Evan swallowed heavily at the tirade.

”What are you going to do to me?” Realizing he'd lost. Bigtime.

”Well. I haven't quite decided yet. But I'm sure that Jane and Sheila could think of tons of stuff. Especially Sheila. But she's sleeping right now. When she wakes, we'll see what's going to happen to the great judge Mayer. Doesn't everyone love a mystery?”

I gently pressed my fingers into Jane's bare side. She obediently slipped off my lap and knelt quietly on the floor. Still glancing at the bound man with hate in her eyes. I could see that he was in for some real trouble with Jane. She was going to be taking out more than her anger at him. If I wasn't completely mistaken, she was going to be transferring all the pain, all the guilt, all the horror that I'd inflicted on her into this as well. Evan was going to suffer not only for his crimes, but mine. That didn't particularly bother me. It's not like I was fond of the a.s.shole.

I got up out of the chair and walked over to Evan, my face just centimeters from his. His eyes were wide and scared. I pressed the gun against his left elbow. He closed his eyes, pleading with me. Babbling.

”You are such a f.u.c.king animal, it disgusts me,” I hissed at him. ”This is my shot. For Sheila, and any other women you've had over your lifetime.” Instead of shooting him, I drove my left fist hard into his stomach. He sagged in the ropes. Struggling for breath. Hanging from his bound wrists.

When he finally recovered and got his feet under himself, I moved back to his face. Tears were flowing down his cheeks, and his mouth was set in a determined line.

I continued. ”That was the last time I'm going to touch you. But I'd get ready for the girls. I have a bad feeling that they aren't going to be as kind to you. Think about it. And while your stomach recovers consider how many times Sheila felt exactly like this.”

I turned away from the gasping pathetic excuse for a man and helped Jane to her bare feet. Without another glance at him, I guided her back to the door and we slipped out. She spat at him as we pa.s.sed. I wasn't watching so I have no idea if it hit him or not. I didn't care.

I heard his voice just as we slipped out. ”We are alike, you know.”

We'd see about that.

I softly closed the door to the business room. Jane stood up on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek.

”You were wonderful in there. So calm. You scared the h.e.l.l out of *me* and I wasn't the one in ropes. For a change. G.o.d. I hope to G.o.d I never p.i.s.s you off that badly. He doesn't know what hit him.”

”You'll get your chance at him. I promise.”

”I can do anything?”

”Yeah. I'm going to let you, Christi and Sheila convince him that it isn't nice to do what he does in real life. I'm going to let him think about it for a while first though.”

”Oh G.o.d. This is one time I'm not going to fight you when you want me to hit someone.”

Chapter 73.

I poked my head into the master bedroom as we pa.s.sed. Sheila was still fast asleep in the bed. She'd pulled the covers over her as best she could with her one free hand. She'd tucked the cover up under her chin. Her slow, steady breathing visible even through the covers. The covers hadn't quite covered her legs and feet. And with her right wrist bound to the bedpost, she probably couldn't fix it herself. I slipped in and arranged the cover to cover her bare legs and feet. She mumbled something in her sleep, but didn't wake. I returned to the hallway.