Torturous Affairs

Chapter One

Dean looked in the mirror and combed his hair back one more time. He fixed his tie and walked downstairs to the front door. He picked up his hat off the table, along with his keys. He glided his index finger and thumb along the rim of his hat and walked out the door into the night. He tipped his hat to a pedestrian and winked. She smiled and blushed.
He got into his automobile, a FIAT 2800 Berlina. He drove to Dorothy's. An establishment similar to a club, but far more classy and elegant. He often went there to scope out for his newest victim. He walked through the door and immediately saw her sitting at a table. She had short brunette curls with bright red lipstick on her lips to match her red neat dress with pleated skirt. She wore pearls around her neck.
She sat alone. Dean walked up to her table and sat across from this dame. He grinned, "Hi-de-ho, my dear."
She smiled, "Hello, I apologize, I'm waiting for my friend to arrive. She promised we'd meet for dinner here about an hour ago. Her name is Ruby. Have you seen her?"
Dean paused, then chuckled, "It looks like you have been stood up. Which is unfortunate for such a beautiful dame like yourself."
She blushed, "I'm Daphne and you are?"
He held out his hand across the table for her to shake. "Detective Winchester, but you can call me Dean," he stated.
He kissed the top of her hand lightly. She replied, "I'm engaged, detective."
Dean lied, "So am I. A little shameless flirting never hurt anyone."
Dean stood up, "Mind if I steal you away for a dance?"
She started shaking her head, "I don't think I-"
Dean cut her off, "Don't think, Daphne! Dance!"
He took Daphne's hand and pulled her to her feet. Dean swung her into his arms as soon as they walked the very few steps to the dance floor. They began dancing. I Couldn't Sleep A Wink Last Night echoed throughout the building. She whispered, "I can't dance."
"That's okay, darling. We'll just slow dance," Dean smiled lightly.
He closed his eyes and sung along to the last line of the song, "Yes, I had to call you up this morning 'cause I couldn't sleep a wink last night." Daphne giggled, "You're a very good singer."
Dean opened his eyes, "Why thank you."
They continued to slow dance, even if all others were swing dancing to the beat of Louis Armstrong. Dean pulled her closer to his body. She didn't pull away or even struggle. Dean leaned down and placed his lips against hers. They both opened up their mouths slightly for their tongues to enter each other's mouth.
He pulled away from her and asked, "Would you like to come back to my place?"
Her eyes sparkled under the light of the chandelier. She didn't even bat an eye before taking his hand and following him to his automobile. He held the door open for her and then, got into the driver's side.
He recklessly drove home. Daphne asked him politely, "Could you please slow down a little, detective?"
Dean slammed on the brakes, causing them both to jolt forward, but Daphne's head banged off of the glove compartment. She was knocked out cold. Dean smiled and turned down his street. He pulled into the driveway and carried Daphne inside, hoping no one would spot them. He sat her in the wooden chair with leather straps as soon as he walked into the door and then set his hat down.
He walked into the kitchen to make his dinner. He took off his blazer and rolled up his sleeves before getting started. He pulled out fish fillets from the refrigerator and sautéed them into a pan along with buttered limas and minced onions. Then, made fresh rolls from dough he had bought from the bakery. Making a dinner for one. Daphne woke up to find herself strapped to a chair. She yelled, "Hello?!"
Dean walked into the room and sat on the table. He grinned, "So you're engaged, but come home with a stranger to have sex with?"
She stared at him intimidatingly, "What do you want from me?"
"Please tell me why you came home with me after we just met about twenty minutes ago," he questioned.
"You're handsome and very charming," she said.
Dean continued, "But yet you're engaged?!"
She looked away from him as her face flushed with shame. Dean explained, "You're a very attractive dame. Most men would love to have sex with you. I'm not one of them. Not just because I'm not attracted to females, but because you, miss, are a dirty cheating whore."
She kicked him in the shin and hissed, "Don't you dare call me that."
Dean slightly limped out of the room and into the kitchen. He shut off the oven and stove and piled the meal onto a plate. He walked back into the dining room and laid the plate onto the table before walking over to the cabinet full of alcohol. He turned on his record player and switched out the record to play an Ella Fitzgerald record album. It was a gift from Samuel. He poured himself a glass of scotch and sat down to his meal.
Daphne yelled, "Are you bonkers?! You need to put the kibosh on this immediately!"
Dean took a sip from his scotch. "Nah, I get a good kick out of this," he said while stuffing his face with food.
She rolled her eyes, "You have to let me go! You can't just knock me off!"
Dean shrugged, "I can and I will. You know, you remind me of this call-girl down on 8th. Oh baby, she was the cat's meow. The only dame I ever enjoyed having sex with."
Daphne looked at him in disgust, "If you don't let me go right now I am going to scream."
She inhaled as if about to scream. Dean stood up and shoved a cloth napkin in her mouth to stop her from speaking. He picked up his knife from beside his plate and began skinning her forearm. She cried as he continued and he set any cut off skin onto her lap.
He picked up his scotch and took a sip. He spoke, "You would've been a beautiful wife for your fiancé too. That's too bad for him that his fiancé is a cheater and ya'know, she'll never get to make it to the wedding."
She began screaming through the napkin. Dean shoved it further to her throat. Then, poured some of his scotch onto her open wound. She screamed and cried out in pain. He laughed, "Oh come on! You should be thanking me! This is quality scotch!"
He sat back down to his meal and used the same knife he skinned her arm with to cut a piece of fish. He licked her blood from the knife and finished his meal within a few minutes.
He commented, "At first, you probably thought I was going to rape you. Well, it's a good thing I didn't because that was the worst kiss I have ever received. You aren't much of a kisser, baby."
He stood up with the knife and ran the blade along the side of her face and then pushed the tip of it into her cheek, through to her other cheek. She winced in excruciating pain. Dean finally pulled the napkin out of her mouth. He pulled out another knife and stabbed her in the chest, twisting the blade. He grinned like a mad man, watching her gasp for air as she choked on her own blood. Her body laid back restless with her eyes still completely wide open. And just like that she was dead.