Torment Me

Stealth Mode

I scale the building, latching onto the ledge of her window with absolute ease.

There she is, gorgeous.

Victoria is sprawled out on the small couch, resembling a wilted flower just ready for decay.

Delicious.

Her short, curly brown hair creates a halo around her soft tan skin, long dark lashes flitting in her sleep, hiding her deep hazel eyes.

I let my eyes pause for a second on her sensually full lips before casting my gaze on the television in front of her. Cartoons? Again?

I slip in after pushing her window open, slinking my way over to the couch she's asleep on.

Bending over her, as close as I dared, I whisper into her ear, "Little V, what are we dreaming of tonight..." before closing my eyes and taking a peak.

*

She was running. Fast. Roots and bramble stabbed at the bottoms of her bare feet, mushrooms sludged beneath her. The scent of her exhilaration was intoxicating.

The crisp night air blew across her untamed curls, casting a few strands into her eyes. She kept running.

I could smell the rich earth she stirred up underfoot, taste the fresh pine in the air, feel the moonbeams dance along her tanned skin-

*

"I'm naked!" I yelled, suddenly waking up.

"Shit shit shit! I'm late! I should've been up and packing an hour ago!" I cannot believe how irrisponsible I am when Abigail isn't here to nag me.

I run to my closet, throwing my suitcase out and making a mad dash to my dresser. I throw in everything black I can find and zip my suitcase back up.

There goes my freakin shopping trip. Hopefully I'm on time for the rest of this.

An hour later, I'm sitting on my contractor's privet jet, mere hours away from the deep Taiga.

A quick glance around the cabin reveals plush cream furniture, a couple mini bars, a small kitchenette and a large flat screen.

My employer spared no expense for this trip, he must be pretty desperate for me to resolve this.

I reach over to my small side table, picking up a small note addressed to me.

Dear Miss Victoria Bellecourt, 

I regret to inform you that I will not be making my appearance on your employment as I would have hoped. My business takes me elsewhere. Please enjoy the jet, I would like for this process to be as stressless as possible.

Bon voyage, 
L

What an odd letter to receive from an employer, hopefully this job is an easy one. I've never given up on a mission before, but I have been known to multiply the rewards I get in return.

This guy 'L' or whatever better not think that some fancy shmancy metal deathtrap ride is gonna make me take it easy on the bargaining.

I lean back in my seat and try to sleep for the next few hours.

*

"Did you see her?"

"Yea, I saw her." I almost wish I hadn't. I smelled her before I saw her.

"So now you know. Now you know the reason."

"I do. And my answer is the same as yours." What does he take me for, a fool?

"So we're really gonna do this then, huh? You know I won't give in without a damn good fight."

"I know. Just don't forget that I'm not gonna let you go easy on me." I won't accept victory otherwise.

"Oh I'm not holding back. Double or nothing."

"You're on, see you when she gets here loser." I hang up before he has a chance to reply.

I can't believe she almost caught me in stealth mode!

Sitting in the roof of the airport I stare out into the fogged sky. There are no stars here, far too much light pollution. I'll be the first to see her arrive, perhaps I'll be the first of us to meet her.

"Sweet dreams little witch," I whisper on the night breeze, knowing that somewhere high above and quite South of me, a certain little flower was about to nod off.