Mantis

49. Sadder than sadness

– Oh fuck – Now Vic looked genuinely terrified. – Where was your father?

– I told you – I murmured in the same emotionless tone. – He was fucking a whore in the bedroom next door. He was taking her from behind, and when I walked in, he didn't even pull out. He told me to go back to my room and close the door properly, then he finished his sex calmly. He came loudly.

Victor's eyes wandered over his knees, then he looked up at me with an expression full of anger.

– You should have cut off his dick – he said with some kind of lust for revenge in his eyes, which I found extremely disjointed. – And someone should have ripped off your father's paws.

I felt a tremendous surge of warmth. I smiled at him with effort.

– Take it easy. Everyone's time comes. That guy paid. I returned it to the teacher too. Admittedly, after a time, but I left him a souvenir and hope that his dick hurts every time he looks at it.

– Thank you – I said to Alec, who was still standing there staring at me with wide-open eyes. – Go to the car. I'll catch up with you.

Mira's club security guard flinched and obediently walked away, while I turned to my former teacher, focusing all my attention on him.

He stood motionless against the wall of the abandoned building on a little– traveled road, staring at me with unseeing eyes, probably still dazed by the beating Alec had given him so I could have a heart-to-heart talk with him.

I approached him slowly, watching as he strained his eyes to get a better look at me in the dim light, his rapid breathing becoming even quicker.

– Hello, Mr. Pianist – I said in a tone as sweet as honey, but the man didn't seem to recognize me. – Don't you remember me? How about this? – I parted my shirt to reveal a long scar running down my left breast. – It's with me every day since that day, and every time I look at it, I think it's sad that you don't have a similar keepsake from me. I came to fix that. But my keepsake will be more beautiful. I assure you, I'll put my whole heart into making it.

I smiled ominously at the teacher and flashed the surgical scalpel in front of his nose, and momentarily confusion gave way to fear in his eyes. He didn't even move when I knelt down and slid down his pants along with his underwear. Only when I ran the fine blade over the skin of his shrunken dick did he twitch, and a moaning, inarticulate sound came from his mouth, which to my ears sounded like the most beautiful music.

Slowly, I rose from my knees and looked deeply into his frightened, pained eyes, from which real tears flowed. It didn't move me. I only smiled triumphantly and leaned very close to his ear.

– Now you also have a keepsake from me – I whispered, hearing clearly the pounding of his heart and his spasmodic, irregular breath. – Is this what you expected when you said I would come back to you on my knees?

The man didn't respond; he just stared at me with terror in his eyes, tears still streaming down. I lifted my hand and, still with a sickly sweet smile on my lips, wiped away a salty tear rolling down his cheek with the sleeve of my sweatshirt, then clicked my tongue theatrically in disapproval.

– Impose yourself, man – I muttered in an icy tone. – I didn't shed a single tear when you did this to me – I snapped, pointing again to the scar on my chest. – It's shameful for a big guy like you to cry over such a little woman like me. Anyway, best of luck with your life. Buy your wife a big bouquet of flowers, because you won't touch her or any schoolgirl for a while. And every time you want to do it, remember who left you this souvenir. So long, teacher. Happy life, motherfucker – I threw some more in passing and, swaying my hips lazily, headed for the car, where Alec was waiting for me.