[TORD'S POV]
Afternoon
The tickets back to England were established, and I booked some extra time for our cabin. Now all that was left to do was think. I sat at the cleansed granite island on the stool beside it, closing my laptop before pinching the bridge of my nose. I could hear Thomas moaning and whimpering in the other room, still caught up in his never-ending haze of amorous desires. My plan was going just about perfectly to what I'd imagined. Thomas was mind-broken, believing he rested at the precipice of death.
I sighed heavily, running a hand through my hair as I looked up at the ceiling. I closed my eyes, perturbed. I had everything I needed to pleasure myself without getting into too much trouble. I have the perfect boy and Edward would find me the perfect victim for my first kill. Everything was perfect, it was, but did I take it for granted? Did I need to make up this whole plan to traumatize Thomas into ruining himself? He was already so obedient, but this sudden trauma has made him sexually focused. What good is that even for? I just need him to be broken entirely, but every time I get close, I pull away. "Faen." I groaned out a curse, standing up from the stool and pacing around slowly in a small circle until eventually graduating to circling the island in short steps. Why do I have this void within me that just cannot be filled without sex?
Yet, in order to train Thomas correctly, I need to have some restraint. Perhaps leaving him on his own for the day will break him in a little further. Fully restrained and on the brink of completion from constant arousal, I think his body deserves a break and his mind needs to be torn to pieces. I need to finish my business while up here in Norway, too. It's a win-win situation.
I strolled over to the bedroom door, looking at Thomas in his pathetic state with a smile on my face. "We'll have some fun when I get back, okay? I'm going to go meet up with someone, and I'll be back in a few hours." I admired him for a moment as he laid on the bed, drooling and whining softly to himself tiredly while nodding. "Good." I grabbed my black cardigan and slid it on over my crimson turtleneck, heading for the front door of the cabin. I grabbed a cigar on my way out and walked down the trail, cutting it, lighting it, and resting the filter between my lips as I walked. I had a call to make. I scrolled through my contacts on my cellphone, coming across my family members and their numbers. I thought for a moment before continuing to scroll, finding a familiar name and ringing it as I puffed smoke from the cigar into the chilled air.
I put the phone up to my ear and the person answered, "Hello? Tord?" I smiled to myself and greeted them, continuing on my casual walk to the main building, "Hello! Katya, I've got great news." I was eager to hear her curiosity chime through the speakers. "Oh, what is it?" The American asked, sounding a bit excited. "I'm in town. I'm right across Nidelva river in central Trondheim." I held the cigar betwixt my fingers with my freehand, rolling it around casually. "Seriously?! What're you doing out here?" Much to my delight, she gasped, happy to hear the news. I hadn't seen her since she transferred my two-year college -- my initial school here in Norway -- where we met. We got along well, but it'd been a minute since we hung out. "I'm out here to visit family, and I'm heading home tomorrow afternoon. I was wondering if you wanted to meet up before I go. Interested?" I put the cigar to my lips and inhaled.
"Absolutely, I miss you! Should I come to you?" She asked and I exhaled the smoke, closing my eyes for a few seconds as I thought. "I'm not far from Blu, if you'd like to meet there." I turned to look at a map outside the main building, finding out that the hotel was, in fact, rather close to me. "Ahh." She sighed, a slight giggle emitting from her. "So that's what you're interested in?" She snickered, and I rolled my eyes, "You know me. So, does that sound good?"
"I can be there in twenty." She quickly replied, catching me off guard. I laughed, "That fast? You're as eager as ever, Katya." I bit my lip and shook my head slightly in disbelief and amusement. "Oh, shut up! I'm already in the area anyway, Tord." She insisted, sounding embarrassed. She hasn't changed at all. "I'll meet you in the lobby and I'll book a room for the day." I concluded, realizing I could hear the sounds of her car door opening over the phone. "That works. I'll see you in a hot minute!" I merely chuckled at such a response, saying goodbye before hanging up.
