Jack Holmes : A Look Inside the Mind of a Psychopath

Chapter 20: Jane Castilla- Part 1

It's pitch black and deftly silent. The silence is interrupted by the sound of spike heels.

The sound of the heel hitting the floor gets louder as it seems to be getting closer from the distance it once was.

There are no other sounds present. Just the heels hitting the floor in complete darkness.

The sounds from the heel gets really louder as it gets much closer. It is as though the person is right in front of you and then suddenly the sounds disappear and a deftly silence takes over once more.

This pulse rate spiking creation ends with the flick of a light switch that reveals a very astonishing scene.

It's not a horror scene, quite the contrary. Standing tall in six inch heels is a voluptuous beauty with her entire body on full display.

Her long dark and lovely cascading hair rests in the middle of her back. She has beautiful cheek bones and lips that put Angelina Jolie in an inferior category.

Her dark brown eyes and straight nose complements a wonderfully sculptured face. Her lips are wearing a glossy black color that gives it an irresistible allure.

She has a beautiful neck that sits on shoulders that supports a chest possessing a pair of dangling C-cup breasts that are on full display.

And just like a race track those curves of hers has caused many accidents due to star-gazed onlookers. This chocolate goddess is dressed for a particular occasion. A sordid affair it would seem.

Her stunning body is on full display. Her nipples were covered with a star-shaped apparel and that's the only covering that her breasts would receive, as this occasion did not call for them to be covered up.

Tonight they were on an assignment.

She was not hiding much further down below either as she was skimpily clad.

She had on an extremely short tight-fitting leather skirt that did little to cover a firm butt and reveal the fabric of her underwear.

To finish off her seductive attire she was also fitted with a garter and a pair of thigh-high black stockings.

Her face was partly covered by a golden mask and her skin was well oiled.

On broader observation of the room it appears she is not alone. With hands bound and attached to projections on the wall is a middle-aged man who appears to be in his early fifties.

His feet are also spread apart and bound to projections on the wall. His mouth is gagged and he is completely naked.

The seductress walks over to a table that currently holds the tools for her trade. The first tool she takes up is a whip.

She slowly walks over to him and asks in a most seductive tone, that even spies would have difficulty keeping secrets from her, "how is the wife doing you bad boy?"

"I think you deserve a spanking," she continues as she hits him across the chest.

"Look at that. Someone is already excited. Maybe you just need to leave that wife of yours. After all it seems only when you're with her that you can't get it up," she continues in her same tone.

She takes up his cellphone and tells him to call his wife. One of the rules for her is that her clients has to do whatever she says.

She puts down her whip and goes into the contacts after she removed his gag and he told her the code.

She dialed the contact 'Sweetie-pie' and placed the phone on speaker.

"Hey honey what's up? Are you going to make it for dinner?" Monica, the guy's Sweetie-pie asked.