Kessie's Short Stories

He who sups with the devil should have a long spoon

Originally published 12/20/20

It was obvious that she had been expecting Ventus. Or, rather, the complacent-and-constantly-drugged Ventus, and not the traumatized-through-unfair-prosecution Ventus. So funny was Miss Sabrina Sidney that she was able to tell the difference just by looking into his eyes. There was not a true difference between the Ventuses. It was just a ploy made up by the lonely rich kid to help her feeble human brain compute reality. He didn't oppose it much; why bother? As long as he still had a use for her, she could call him a bastard in every breath and he'd still come back.

How thoroughly pretentious she looked wearing a black crop top sweater, a dark purple tank top underneath, and dark washed, low rise skinny jeans. Her chocolate brown eyes almost stared him down as she folded her arms.

"Jack." she said, almost spitting the name out like the word itself tasted disgusting. But then she tilted her head to the side slightly and gave a rather mischievous grin. "Where's the rest of the A-Team?" she asked. "Isn't it time I got to know all the little masterminds in your murder club, especially if I'm doing part of your legwork?"

"You are not doing any kind of legwork for us." Ventus, Jack, spat right back at her. "Even more, you are not a part of my 'murder club,' that's reserved for friends."

"Oh?" she wondered with a playful cock of her eyebrow. "Then what are we, love?"

"Enough of this," he demanded as he tried to push past her, "I'm on a short leash as it is."

"Nah, ah, ah." Sabrina playfully told him, even wagging her finger for effect. "Hold your hands out where I can see 'em. It's pat down time."

Jack rolled his eyes, but did as he was told. As Sabrina started to feel up and down his arms, he informed her in a dark voice, "You know, this is incredibly unnecessary when I can create anything at any time."

Sabrina, who had been gently rubbing his left arm then inspecting it, turned to him with a sly grin. She slid her hands further up his arm and placed on hand rather close to his neck.

"You're walking into my house. Would it kill you to give me the upper hand for five seconds?"

"Five seconds is far more generous than I should ever give you."

As if it were meant to deter her, Sabrina just gave him a callous roll of her shoulder before continuing her pat down. She got rather thorough in her search- gently moving her fingers up and down his arms and legs. There was even a brief moment that she went even slower near his crotch. She didn't stay in that area long, but it was enough to establish how much she enjoyed messing with him. Jack did nothing but grimace the entire time; just add this to the list of things he was going to punish her for when time came. All in good time, as they say, and when he finally got his hands on her, it would be a grand old time for him.

"There." Sabrina announced with a cat-like grin as she finished her searching. "Now you can come in."

The only sound he graced her with was a grunt before pushing his way past her and into the house. He stopped far enough inside that Sabrina could close the door behind him. But something about the house felt different. Sure, he had only been here once before when she first moved in, but this? Something was off. He knew what it was, didn't he? When the thought came to him, Jack turned to Sabrina with a teasing raise of his eyebrow.

"Home alone again, little girl?"

To this, she simply folded her arms and flicked her head so some of her hair fell behind her shoulder. "Oh, I'm sure the Roomba is around here somewhere." she carelessly informed him. "And then there's always Alexa, listening for the sound of my screams."