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Mm, absolutely riveting. You smile, feeling the knife on your waist begin to itch. It was begging, pleading for you to use it tonight. Would you Would you want to come up to my room to discuss this further?
The man in front of you nods eagerly, slamming a fifty from his wallet onto the bar.
You can do better than than. Laughing, he lays another fifty down, taking your hand. You shoot Liz a sly wink, and she slips the bills into her jar, silently vowing to never say a word. The two of you had lived in the money-kill truce for close to a year now. Youd select your victim, shed get a hefty tip. Youd kill said victim, shed buy a new designer handbag. Then, neither of you spoke about it again until the next time it happened, and the cycle repeats. It was just how it worked.
It wasnt long before the man in front of you was completely at your will, his hands and feet bound to the bed posts. His blazer and button-down were somewhere far across the room, much to your dismay. He wasnt exactly an attractive man.
Whats the safeword? He asks, a smile playing on his lips. You lock the bedroom door, ignoring him. Hey? We doin this, lady?
A small laugh escapes you as you walk to the bathroom, pulling your robe from the hook. It was one that James, your lover, had bought for you some time ago. It was simple, black silk. The back had James initials embroidered in dark red thread, just like the ones placed around the Cortez. It was beautiful, to say the least.
Hey, why are you getting dressed? Arent we going to fuck? He whines, pulling against the restraints. Eyeing his suit (which was now a messy pile of wrinkled items across the room), you notice an alcohol stain on the blue dress shirt. Huh.
Silly of me to entertain that thought, isnt it? Quite mean, actually. You smile, pulling the chair from the corner of the room to the foot of the bed. That were ever going to be intimate? You see, I have a boyfriend. His name is James, and hes right down the hall, in fact. Hes probably with his next one, so we have quite a bit of time to play before he comes back.
He shrugs. "Look, untie me and I wont tell anyone that youre a freak, especially that James guy. Got it, sweets?
Thats not going to work, sweets. Whats your name?
Brad. Bradley Johnson.
Standing up, you climb over the footboard and onto his body. Well, Bradley You reach for the handle of your knife, exposing the lace undergarments you had worn. Not for this specific reason, of course. James was supposed to meet you at the bar, but he had stood you up. That was rather unlike him, but you decided to make the best of it and strike again. In hindsight, his skipping was probably accidental. After all, you could hear the very faint screams of someone in the wall. He was bricking her in, youd assume. Or maybe that was the one he was talking about yesterday evening Youd have to make a note to ask him later.
You unsheathe the knife, smiling at its beauty. The sharp blade trails down his chest, leaving a puffy, red mark, but no cut. He stays silent, unsure of what to expect.
Meanwhile, in another one of James infamous torture-ready rooms, he was having a very mundane time. This woman was simply no fun.
And she– Ah, just doesnt listen! He growls, rocking in and out of her body. His thick accent slurred the words as he grunted and groaned along the way. I fear for– her safety! Shes going- ah- Shes going to get injured!
With a rather hard thrust, a small grunt escapes the woman in front of him. You know better, dont you? He asks. Fear is apparent on her weak features as she nods her head, agreeing to whatever her newfound master had said. She cant help but cry out as a knife strokes her abdomen, earning another small sound, almost inaudible. Hed let that one slide.
James moans out as the knives stroke the brunette girls body, feeling the pleasure overtake him. He basks in it for a second before firmly placing one of the knives in her chest, ending her life instantly. Breathing heavily, the man falls down beside the corpse on the bed.
Well, that was rather uninteresting. Laundress?! He calls. Miss Evers comes running into the bedroom almost instantaneously, awaiting his command. Replace the linens. Im off to find my love.
She nods, and he stands up, embarking on his adventure to find his lover. He slides a plain button-up shirt over his chest to conceal the blood, quickly clipping on his suspenders and removing his mask to place it on the mannequin for safekeeping. Hazel dashes past him, an armful of the bloody, sweaty sheets in front of her. Itd take her ages to get those stains out, but she always did. She would do anything for March, no matter how bloody.
He whistled some tune he had heard the day before as he walked through the hall, only stopping upon hearing a man scream. Was someone else using his hotel for its true purpose? He got excited at just the thought. Then, he remembered that one couple that used his bedroom as space to make a pornographic film. He had a lot of fun on that night, albeit he felt incredibly let down by his initial assumption.
Its the sudden sound of your name ringing through his ears that stops him, though, dead in his tracks. He listened for another second before walking into the room that he had heard it from. Being a ghost had its perks, certainly.
Youre a smart one, arent you? You ask the bloody man. He nodded eagerly. Then tell me, how much blood can a human lose before he dies of exsanguination? Im relatively new to this little game.
He gasped at the sight in front of him. It was something he couldnt even begin to process.
Dearest? He asks, breathless. You jump off of the man in front of you, dropping the knife in your hand. It fell to the floor with a loud bang, spooking the both of you.
James, I- James cuts you off with a tap of his cane against the wall, signalling for you to be quiet. He only ever did that when he found himself utterly speechless, which was rather rare. The man almost always had some clever remark for every situation he found himself in. But not this one.
Youre just like me. Arent you? He steps forward, a cruel smile appearing on his face. He collects the knife you had let go of, handing it to you. Well, go on now. Were not to waste time, now are we?
You reluctantly take the knife as he sits down in the chair, and both of you know that youre in for a long night.
Not but two or three hours later, James stands up, slamming his own knife into the mans chest, effectively ending what little life he had left in him. With a small growl and a sigh, its a matter of minutes before the two of you were in your bedroom and your clothes had joined on the floor. James stood over you, watching your nude body laid across the bed before him. It was an absolutely delightful sight.
Theres just one thing Im unsure about, dearest. Would you care to help me understand? He asks, hovering over you. He had taken his shirt off, letting you feel his muscled body. You nodded. Why would you hide such a thing from me while you're aware of what I am? Are you not?"
You nod, unsure of how to respond. Instead of waiting for you, he let his hand rest on your thigh, slowly creeping closer to your aching core. You finally shook your head, but nodded a moment later, unsure of your own response. Yes, youd known about the old legends of James March, but never quite believed them.
So you are. He determined. Why wouldnt you reveal your true nature to me? Dearest, we could rule this building together, don't you think?
Your hips instinctively bucked upwards as he ran his fingers through your wetness, just barely brushing over your sensitive little bundle of nerves. It was a blur of how James ended up overtop of you, his cock buried deep inside of you in blissful pleasure.
You were in for a long night.
