I watched the streetlights pass by in the night. As I rode in the passenger seat of the Lincoln, The Duchess at the wheel, she hummed the melody to “Close to You” so sweetly. I dozed off and fell asleep, my forehead pressed against the cold glass.
I woke up on a grey cement floor. I sat up and looked around. I was a large cell. There were no windows, just a heavy steel door. There was a wood table in the middle of the cell. The Duchess was seated at the table in the only chair. Other than that, the cell was empty except for an aluminum bucket in a corner. The only light in the cell came from a dim yellow bulb on the ceiling.
The Duchess’ long red hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She wore a long black leather skirt with a royal-blue turtle-neck sweater and black leather boots. Dark sunglasses concealed her eyes. Leather gloves covered her hands. A platinum skull pendent hung between her breasts.
She took a sip from a steaming hot cup of coffee and lit a cigarette. She didn’t speak with her lips. I heard her voice in my mind, “This is a hard room to be alone in, especially when the light is off. One is left alone with their thoughts, their fear, their sadness. Do you remember your first experience with solitude in a dark empty room?” Images from my earliest years flashed through my mind. “Do you remember the emotions you felt?” I saw myself screaming alone in an apartment without furniture. My eyes became hot and wet as I saw the tears flow from the eyes of the image of my early self.
The light went out in the room and a sudden wave of terror swept over me. I heard myself screaming. An intense mixture of fear and despair gripped me, it felt as if my insides were being crushed. The feeling was very familiar, though I didn’t remember experiencing such a deep and painful anguish ever before. The pain was worsened by a yearning, a longing, a question in my mind that would not stop repeating itself, ‘Where is she?’
The light came back on. I felt a tremendous sense of relief when I saw The Duchess still seated at the table. Her voice said, “It’s okay Clarence. I’m still here. Does it make you feel better to know that I’m still in the room with you? Would you like to spend the next two days in here alone in the dark? I could go lay down in the other room, curl up in a blanket and torture you with your own thoughts.” I saw myself naked, huddled in a corner of the cell trembling, covered in my own feces.
“Do you want me to stay in here with you Clarence? You know that you can’t lie to me. I’m inside your head. I know that you desperately hope I will stay, while you anticipate my departure. In order for me to stay, I will need to be entertained. How far are you willing to go to keep me entertained Clarence?” Images of her naked body flashed in my mind. I remembered the sight of her glistening, wet flesh when I bathed her. I remembered having my face pressed against her bare thighs as she held my head under the water until everything went black. A wave of euphoria, combined with a feeling of security and relief, swept over me. I felt her arms around my neck as she pulled me to her breasts and held me. “CLARENCE!” I looked up to see her still seated at the table smoking.
“How come the ‘Clarence’ inside your head is so much different from the ‘Clarence’ you present to the world around you?” The word ‘PRETENDER’ flashed in my mind in big black letters. “More importantly, how come the ‘Clarence’ inside your head is so much different from the person you believe yourself to be?” The word ‘DENIAL’ followed by the word, ‘INEFFECTUAL’ flashed in my head.
“Why are you lying on the floor like a loathsome animal that lacks dignity. Stand up!” I rose to my feet. “Take off your clothes.” I hesitated. “Don’t pretend that you don’t want to do everything, and anything, I tell you to do.” I removed my clothes and threw them in a pile on the floor.
“You have a nice cock.” A comforting warmth covered my body accompanied by a budding pride. “How does it make you feel when a woman can’t get enough of your cock?” The words ‘MASCULINE’ ‘ALIVE’ ‘CONTENT’ flashed in my mind. “Masculine, alive and content huh? Content…that’s interesting. So, I’m guessing that when you’re fucking, that’s the only time you are able to completely focus on your only strength, and thereby allow yourself to ignore the fact that you are stupid, incompetent, cowardly and lazy. When you bust that nut it’s sort of like your moment of glory, like a runner bursting through the tape with his arms outstretched as he crosses the finish line. That’s your special moment to escape the undeniable fact that you are such a fucking disappointment.” The word ‘FAILURE’ flashed repeatedly in my mind. I felt my shoulders slump; my dick hung limp; a mockery of my manhood. The Duchess began humming “Close to You” again.
“Come closer to the table.” I took a couple steps toward her. “Closer.” I took a few more reluctant steps. “Kneel down. On your knees.” I hesitated. “What? Am I not good enough for you to kneel before? I’m the woman who saved your pathetic wasted life. I pulled you out the car and stood over you, rifle in hand, defending you as you laid curled up in a ball on the ground. I didn’t leave you at Medea’s, I was outside waiting for you; while your punk-ass was inside betraying me. ME! The woman who rode side by side with you in the trenches, the woman who protected you. You know what? Fuck it. I’m leaving. You can sit in here by yourself.” I got down on my knees. The Duchess put her cigarette out on the table, never speaking. Her expression didn’t change, her dark sunglasses stared through me, consuming me like a star being swallowed by a black hole.
“Do you want me to suck your dick? Hahaha…And the question prompts you to visualize me with your cock in my mouth. Do you want to fuck me Clarence? Ohhhh…you do! You want to bend me over this table, pull my skirt up and give me a hard, savage fuck from behind. Do you think that I’d let you fuck me if you put your head between my thighs and kiss and lick and suck on my clit until I cum? HaHaHaHa…you hope so. I’m flattered that you fantasize about me, but I’m not into men Clarence. Maybe you can convince me to make an exception. You hope so, right?
“I’ll tell you what, I’ll stand up, take off my skirt, push my red lace panties down to my knees and lean over the desk. Then you can bury your face in my ass and lick my asshole while I get myself off. Would you do that for me Clarence?” My mind said ‘YES’. “Will you be my ass-licking slut-boy? Yes? Then say it. Say it out loud. Tell me you’ll be my ass-licking slut-boy!” I said out loud, “I’ll be your ass-licking slut-boy.”
“I want you to beg. You want it bad enough. You want to lick my ass more than I want you to do it. Beg! Beg me to let you be my ass-licking slut-boy!”
“Please Duchess…I beg you…please let me be your ass-licking slut-boy.”
“You’re a sorry excuse for a man Clarence. What you just did made me lose what little respect I had for you. I wouldn’t even let you lick my ass Clarence. I’d rather have a dog do it.” Disappointment and frustration clawed at my insides, my desire turned to anger and hate. “Ohhh…Will the real Clarence cooome oooon dowwwn! There you are, you two-faced bastard. You must be the guy who cut off that woman’s nipples with a box-cutter and tore her clit off with a pair of pliers. You’re a real fucking gentleman, you know that Clarence? Lilith, Lenore, The Fallen Angel, The Jehovah’s Witness…what the hell did she do? You raped all those women. How does that make you feel?” I felt like I was sinking down into the floor, smothered by guilt and shame.
“You’re frustrated because you’re a fucking worthless ineffectual fraction of a man, a waste of fucking life, so you take your frustration and rage out on some innocent woman who had nothing to do with you being a fucking idiot. Why don’t you go rape your mother Clarence? You fucking momma’s boy. That’s the woman who turned you into a fucking idiot. Let’s see you visualize that Clarence! Visualize fucking your mother hard and deep in the ass! HaHaHaHa…you’re a sick motherfucker Clarence! You just imagined what it would feel like to push your long, hard dick up your mother‘s…” I screamed out, “ENOUGH! STOP! PLEASE STOP!”
“It’s okay Clarence. Your time started when you woke up. That was about 20 minutes ago. Just think, you only have 47 hours and 40 minutes to go. Maybe I’ll bring someone in to announce the time every minute. You’d find out just how long a minute can take to pass. Nothing tortures like time, when ten minutes grinds by agonizingly slow, making it seem like an hour.” The cement floor made my knees ache, the pain shot up my body to my neck. My head began to pound.
“Only 47 hours and 39 minutes to go Clarence. You look tired. You must be very exhausted after these past days. You’ve had very little sleep. When is the last time you curled up under nice, thick, warm comforter, with plump, cold fluffy pillow?” Her voice hummed “Close to You” in my mind. I saw myself falling backward onto a mountain of red feathers. My eyes grew heavy, my knees felt like they were being crushed against the edge of a sharp rock.
“47 hours and 38 minutes left Clarence. Are you hungry?” The smell of roasted meat and French fries filled my nostrils. My stomach grumbled and my mouth watered. “There is something for you to eat in that bucket over there Clarence. Go look!” I was relieved to get off my knees. When I looked down into the bucket, I saw a man’s severed genitals. A large brown cockroach crawled over it. I coughed, retched and vomited bile. The stomach acids came out my nose, burning my nostrils causing my eyes to water.
“47 hours and 37 minutes Clarence. How would you like that to be your dick and balls in the bucket Clarence? I’ll saw your shit off with an old, dull and rusty hacksaw. Would that be a fitting punishment? No? What would be a fitting punishment Clarence?” My mind involuntarily replied, “For you to use me however you want.”
“Use you however I want huh? Your entire being is crying out for me to take you and use you however I want. How the fuck do you equate me fulfilling your desires with punishment? You’re one simple-minded motherfucker, you know that Clarence? Now that you’ve wasted your opportunity to choose your own punishment, I’ll choose. That means that you’re too much of a goddamn moron to look out for your own best interest and select a punishment you can handle.” I thought how relieved I was that she had stopped the countdown.
“47 hours and 36 minutes Clarence. If you want to stop the countdown. You have to eat the roach.” ‘FUCK NO’ flashed in my mind. “Fuck no, huh? I want you to eat the roach, for me, because I say so. You will do whatever I want, not because you’re trapped in a cell with me, not because I’m inside your head; but because you want to do whatever I want. It will please me if you eat the roach Clarence. To tell you truth, it will touch me to watch you do something that absolutely repulses you, to willingly cross your own lines, because you know that it will please me. You remember how easy it was to drink the cup of urine. This is just as easy. Just let go, turn your will over to me, bend down and pick up the cockroach. Now shove it in your mouth, chew it quickly and swallow it. Goood boooy Clarence.” I choked and gagged on the roach, I vomited again on the floor. I leaned against the wall and threw up roach legs and bile until my chest and throat ached from the dry heaves.
“Good job Clarence! I’m so impressed that I’m tempted to reward you by allowing you to lick my ass. But now that you’ve got the dick eating roach all over your tongue, I think I’ll pass.” I began coughing and dry heaving again. The Duchess lit another cigarette. She hadn’t yet spoken a word out loud, got up from her chair, changed the expression on her face or touched me.
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Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
The Lioness and the Black Widow 4
The Duchess ordered the twins to tie up Chris. Antigone dragged Theresa’s body out of the kitchen. The man in the attic, tied to the cross, sobbed and uttered anguished and unintelligible phrases. The sound of his voice alone expressed his hopeless condition. The blood that covered The Duchess’ naked body was cracked and dried. She said, “Clarence, follow me upstairs. I need a bath.”
I drew her water. I held her hand as she stepped into the tub. I marveled at he way her feet reddened the water and wondered if The Duchess corrupted everything she touched. When the tub was full, she submerged herself; disappearing beneath the pink and white bubbles. The stillness of the water was unsettling, knowing a predator lurked unseen beneath the surface.
Her upper-body emerged from the water like the head of a demonic red serpent. I reached down between her feet and pulled the plug. She laid back in the tub as the water drained, her body coated with pink suds. I replaced the plug, refilled the tub with fresh water, then I rubbed shampoo into her long red hair. With a large soapy sponge, I lathered her neck and back. She stood up in the tub, her body glistening. I worked the soap into her slippery pale flesh; watching the sponge glide over her breasts and stomach, leaving a trail of white foam in its wake.
The heat from the tub, my exhaustion and my extreme state of arousal combined to make me light-headed and disoriented. I feared that I would feint right in front of her. She braced herself with a hand on my shoulder and raised her leg, lifting her foot out of the water. I took her foot in one hand and slowly spread lathers of soap from her toes to her thighs. She turned, I repeated the process with the other leg. I squeezed the sponge between her thighs, back and forth across her pussy, then up and down the crack of her ass. She sat down and submerged herself again.
When she came back up, she sat soaking in the tub, staring at the wall in front of her. She said, “Go get me the scalpel out of the medicine cabinet.” I went to the medicine cabinet, found the scalpel and returned to the tub. She reached her hand out toward me. I laid the scalpel in her palm. She gripped the scalpel in her fist and pressed the blade to the flesh of her left breast. She pulled the blade to right, drawing a red line across her breast. After setting the scalpel on the edge of the tub, she dipped the tip of her finger in the blood that flowed from her wound. Then she reached up to the wall and scrawled the letter D.
When she was done writing, one word stood out in red on the white wall, ‘DECEPTION’. Antigone and the twins burst into the bathroom. Antigone punched me in the jaw, knocking me to the floor. The three women then kicked me in the head, back, legs and arms as I laid curled up in a ball. They then dragged me to the tub and lifted my upper-body up over the edge. The Duchess grabbed onto the back of my head and forced my head under the water. She held me there, my face pressed against her thighs.
Despite the fear and pain, a part of me felt relief and a libidinous thrill. However, that part of me also anticipated being brought up for air, before being submerged again. That didn’t happen. My thrill and enjoyment quickly disappeared, panic entered in its place. I fought and squirmed and struggled. It was all in vain, the women held firm. The last thing I saw was The Duchess’ pink thighs through the water, then everything went black.
I woke up on the floor with someone’s lips pressed against mine, their breath in my lungs. When I opened my eyes, all I could see was the blinding white light on the ceiling. A silhouette entered my vision. It was The Duchess’ sitting on top of me. She threw her head back and screamed at the top of her lungs. Then she rose to her feet and stood over me; steam rose from her red, wet body. Her soaking red hair clung to her skin. She yelled out to Antigone, “I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU I COULD DO THAT SHIT! I AM THE BOSS QUEEN BITCH!” She looked down at me, “Lavinia is right. That was a fucking rush! I actually got almost as much of a high resuscitating you, as I did drowning your ass out!” Antigone said, “Kill his ass, bring him back, then kill his ass again!” The twins began laughing uproariously and giving each other high-fives.
The Duchess shook her head, “No, once is enough. I just want to be able to say that I put my mark on Lavinia’s boy.” She then motioned toward the door with her head. Antigone and the twins left, closing the door behind them. The Duchess sat down, straddling my hips. I felt the heat of her naked pussy through my pants. She tore my shirt open, then smiled and tilted her head as she gazed on the letters etched into my chest. She laughed and said, “DAMIJANA? The Gothic Girl carved her name in your chest? You have a fetish for sticking your dick in hornet’s nests don‘t you Clarence? You’re involved with Lavinia and her sister? I better get what I need out of you while I can, because you are probably not going to be around too much longer. How fucking stupid do you have to be?”
I remained silent. The Duchess continued, “I’ll tell you what Clarence. I’ll help you and you’re gonna help me. I’ll help you by teaching you the one thing you need to know to help you navigate the shark infested waters you’ve been drowning in. ‘There is a wall, a white wall. And on it is written DECEPTION’. Never assume you know what’s going on. If you think you know what’s going on, either someone else is playing you, or you’re playing yourself.
“Now, you’re going to go get dressed. Get dressed nice. We have a lot of men’s clothing here, along with jewelry. You know…things that lost their owners, or the owners got lost. Then we’re going out. There is a lady who I want you to meet.”
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I drew her water. I held her hand as she stepped into the tub. I marveled at he way her feet reddened the water and wondered if The Duchess corrupted everything she touched. When the tub was full, she submerged herself; disappearing beneath the pink and white bubbles. The stillness of the water was unsettling, knowing a predator lurked unseen beneath the surface.
Her upper-body emerged from the water like the head of a demonic red serpent. I reached down between her feet and pulled the plug. She laid back in the tub as the water drained, her body coated with pink suds. I replaced the plug, refilled the tub with fresh water, then I rubbed shampoo into her long red hair. With a large soapy sponge, I lathered her neck and back. She stood up in the tub, her body glistening. I worked the soap into her slippery pale flesh; watching the sponge glide over her breasts and stomach, leaving a trail of white foam in its wake.
The heat from the tub, my exhaustion and my extreme state of arousal combined to make me light-headed and disoriented. I feared that I would feint right in front of her. She braced herself with a hand on my shoulder and raised her leg, lifting her foot out of the water. I took her foot in one hand and slowly spread lathers of soap from her toes to her thighs. She turned, I repeated the process with the other leg. I squeezed the sponge between her thighs, back and forth across her pussy, then up and down the crack of her ass. She sat down and submerged herself again.
When she came back up, she sat soaking in the tub, staring at the wall in front of her. She said, “Go get me the scalpel out of the medicine cabinet.” I went to the medicine cabinet, found the scalpel and returned to the tub. She reached her hand out toward me. I laid the scalpel in her palm. She gripped the scalpel in her fist and pressed the blade to the flesh of her left breast. She pulled the blade to right, drawing a red line across her breast. After setting the scalpel on the edge of the tub, she dipped the tip of her finger in the blood that flowed from her wound. Then she reached up to the wall and scrawled the letter D.
When she was done writing, one word stood out in red on the white wall, ‘DECEPTION’. Antigone and the twins burst into the bathroom. Antigone punched me in the jaw, knocking me to the floor. The three women then kicked me in the head, back, legs and arms as I laid curled up in a ball. They then dragged me to the tub and lifted my upper-body up over the edge. The Duchess grabbed onto the back of my head and forced my head under the water. She held me there, my face pressed against her thighs.
Despite the fear and pain, a part of me felt relief and a libidinous thrill. However, that part of me also anticipated being brought up for air, before being submerged again. That didn’t happen. My thrill and enjoyment quickly disappeared, panic entered in its place. I fought and squirmed and struggled. It was all in vain, the women held firm. The last thing I saw was The Duchess’ pink thighs through the water, then everything went black.
I woke up on the floor with someone’s lips pressed against mine, their breath in my lungs. When I opened my eyes, all I could see was the blinding white light on the ceiling. A silhouette entered my vision. It was The Duchess’ sitting on top of me. She threw her head back and screamed at the top of her lungs. Then she rose to her feet and stood over me; steam rose from her red, wet body. Her soaking red hair clung to her skin. She yelled out to Antigone, “I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU I COULD DO THAT SHIT! I AM THE BOSS QUEEN BITCH!” She looked down at me, “Lavinia is right. That was a fucking rush! I actually got almost as much of a high resuscitating you, as I did drowning your ass out!” Antigone said, “Kill his ass, bring him back, then kill his ass again!” The twins began laughing uproariously and giving each other high-fives.
The Duchess shook her head, “No, once is enough. I just want to be able to say that I put my mark on Lavinia’s boy.” She then motioned toward the door with her head. Antigone and the twins left, closing the door behind them. The Duchess sat down, straddling my hips. I felt the heat of her naked pussy through my pants. She tore my shirt open, then smiled and tilted her head as she gazed on the letters etched into my chest. She laughed and said, “DAMIJANA? The Gothic Girl carved her name in your chest? You have a fetish for sticking your dick in hornet’s nests don‘t you Clarence? You’re involved with Lavinia and her sister? I better get what I need out of you while I can, because you are probably not going to be around too much longer. How fucking stupid do you have to be?”
I remained silent. The Duchess continued, “I’ll tell you what Clarence. I’ll help you and you’re gonna help me. I’ll help you by teaching you the one thing you need to know to help you navigate the shark infested waters you’ve been drowning in. ‘There is a wall, a white wall. And on it is written DECEPTION’. Never assume you know what’s going on. If you think you know what’s going on, either someone else is playing you, or you’re playing yourself.
“Now, you’re going to go get dressed. Get dressed nice. We have a lot of men’s clothing here, along with jewelry. You know…things that lost their owners, or the owners got lost. Then we’re going out. There is a lady who I want you to meet.”
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Saturday, April 2, 2011
Brutality 15
When I got to the table, I pulled out my chair; then I collapsed and everything faded to black. I dreamt that I was an Egyptian slave in ancient times. I wore nothing but a white loin-cloth as I knelt before a throne. On the throne sat Antonija in a Pharoah’s robes and head-dress; everything she wore was made of gold. She held a cobra in her right hand, she held Lenore’s severed head in her left. Two hungry lionesses lurked underneath the throne. I saw their eyes shining in the darkness. A hooded figure appeared to my left. It raised the executioner’s axe, the blade ripped through my arm just below the shoulder. It raised the executioner’s axe again…I opened my eyes. I was in Lavinia’s office, naked, laid out face-down on the floor. I couldn’t feel anything from the waist down. My heart raced as I began to panic. I looked around the room. Lavinia sat quietly at her desk watching me.
Without moving her lips she spoke, “You were bleeding out your ass. We had to get you a doctor. You‘re not paralyzed. The feeling in your lower body will come back.”
I thought, “Can I have a blanket?”
“No. If you needed it, I would have already given it to you.”
I shivered, angry that she was going out of her way to make me uncomfortable.
“Uncomfortable? Don’t you prefer to be uncomfortable slave? Are you saying that you would like to have some time to relax? Here. I‘ll teach you a relaxation technique. Close your eyes and take long, deep breaths.”
I heard someone humming an old hymnal, one I hadn’t heard since childhood. My Grandmother used to hum it as she rubbed my back and put me to sleep. I saw Lavinia’s image in my mind. She whispered softly, “Relax baby, it’s gonna be okay. Just relax.” I began to drift off. She said, “Now open your eyes.” I opened my eyes and saw Lavinia standing over me. She kicked me in the face.
My eyes watered. I tasted blood in my mouth; I felt it drip from my nose. Lavinia went back to her desk and sat down, “That’s what happens when you relax in this world. When you relax, you let your guard down. If you let your guard in this house, you will get hit. You can’t protect my interests if you can’t protect yourself.”
There was a knock at the door. Black Sally entered. She knelt down by my side and rubbed my back. “I guess the girl’s got a little out of hand. No hard feelings right?”
I answered, “No, no hard feelings.”
Lavinia spoke out loud, “As soon as he can stand up, I want you to take him back to your quarters.”
“It’s not an infirmary Lavinia.”
“I thought you were supposed to be teaching him to break that girl.”
“It will traumatize the woman to have Clarence there right now.”
“Traumatize her? That‘s what you‘re supposed to be doing.”
“I have my own way of doing things.”
“You already said that Clarence was going to help you put the girl through the process. Since you stated your case so strongly last night, I took it to be a commitment. You WILL take Clarence back to your quarters tonight. I shouldn’t have to baby sit him anyway. You’re the one who got him all fucked up like that. You take care of him.”
“Why don’t you give him a blanket?”
“He said he didn’t want one.”
Sally looked at me, “You have to try to stand up.” She helped me to my feet, took my arm around her shoulder and wrapped her arm around my waist. She walked me back to her quarters. Brianna was asleep in the bed, a large bandage covered her eye. Sally said, “Go lay down.”
“I’m not laying down next to her, I’ll wake up with a knife in my back.”
“No you won’t, just go lay down. Go to sleep.”
“Could I have a wet towel for my nose?” She went to the kitchenette, wet a towel and tossed it to me. I stood at the foot of the bed watching Sally. She said, “Why are you staring at me, I told you to lay down.”
“Why does the Gothic Girl keep bringing people to this house?”
“We need new blood.”
“So that’s what she does? She finds people and brings them here?”
“Sorry Clarence, I guess you’re not as special as you thought.”
“I heard that you two don’t get along.”
“Don’t believe everything you hear.”
I laid down next to Brianna. Sally sat down at the table and lit a cigarette, “I don’t have any problems with the woman you call the Gothic Girl. She does her thing and I do mine.”
“Earlier you said that you two were on the same side.”
“When it comes to Lavinia we are on the same side. You’ve seen what she does Clarence. We can’t have that psycho-bitch taking over Antonija’s seat. Lavinia is the number one cause of death in this house.”
“How did she get such a high position at the table?”
“That’s a stupid question Clarence. How do you think? Her only function in life is treachery, torture and murder. That’s what got her where she is now, that’s what will take her wherever she’s going.”
“It’s only a matter of time before she kills me.”
“That is correct Clarence, unless she dies before that happens.”
“Then she needs to die.”
Black Sally laughed, “Don’t get ahead of yourself Clarence. Right now you need to rest.”
I heard Lavinia’s voice in my head, “Very good slave. I want my name to come up at least once in every conversation you have with her. Tomorrow you will ask her why she doesn‘t have my seat. The next day you will tell her it‘s unfair. She’s not obsessed with power, she’s obsessed with not feeling inferior. Cater to her ego, encourage her envy. She will eventually be consumed by her obsession, you‘re there to help speed up the process.”
My mind went quiet. I wondered where Sally was going to sleep. I dozed off watching her sit in silent contemplation at the table. I woke up to Brianna screaming and kicking me. Sally jumped on top of her and shoved a pistol in her mouth, “Do you want to go back in the box? Then shut the fuck up and be still.”
I could feel Brianna’s fear. I tried to stay awake fearing that she would smother me in my sleep. I asked Sally if I could sleep on the floor. She said, “No. You two will share a bed when you’re in my quarters. That’s the way I want, that’s the way it will be. Now be quiet and go to sleep.”
The tension in the bed was too much, it was impossible to sleep. I knew that Brianna was awake on her side of the bed too. We both laid there injured, exhausted, motionless, our minds racing, filled with fear; appalled that we were being forced to sleep in the same bed. We laid there like that till the birds began to sing outside. Black Sally spent the night sitting in her chair. She didn’t speak, she didn’t move; I wondered if that’s the way she slept. I remembered Lavinia’s lesson about staying uncomfortable and keeping my guard up. I tried to get mentally prepared for day three. I had a feeling that things would get much, much worse, before they got any better.
Without moving her lips she spoke, “You were bleeding out your ass. We had to get you a doctor. You‘re not paralyzed. The feeling in your lower body will come back.”
I thought, “Can I have a blanket?”
“No. If you needed it, I would have already given it to you.”
I shivered, angry that she was going out of her way to make me uncomfortable.
“Uncomfortable? Don’t you prefer to be uncomfortable slave? Are you saying that you would like to have some time to relax? Here. I‘ll teach you a relaxation technique. Close your eyes and take long, deep breaths.”
I heard someone humming an old hymnal, one I hadn’t heard since childhood. My Grandmother used to hum it as she rubbed my back and put me to sleep. I saw Lavinia’s image in my mind. She whispered softly, “Relax baby, it’s gonna be okay. Just relax.” I began to drift off. She said, “Now open your eyes.” I opened my eyes and saw Lavinia standing over me. She kicked me in the face.
My eyes watered. I tasted blood in my mouth; I felt it drip from my nose. Lavinia went back to her desk and sat down, “That’s what happens when you relax in this world. When you relax, you let your guard down. If you let your guard in this house, you will get hit. You can’t protect my interests if you can’t protect yourself.”
There was a knock at the door. Black Sally entered. She knelt down by my side and rubbed my back. “I guess the girl’s got a little out of hand. No hard feelings right?”
I answered, “No, no hard feelings.”
Lavinia spoke out loud, “As soon as he can stand up, I want you to take him back to your quarters.”
“It’s not an infirmary Lavinia.”
“I thought you were supposed to be teaching him to break that girl.”
“It will traumatize the woman to have Clarence there right now.”
“Traumatize her? That‘s what you‘re supposed to be doing.”
“I have my own way of doing things.”
“You already said that Clarence was going to help you put the girl through the process. Since you stated your case so strongly last night, I took it to be a commitment. You WILL take Clarence back to your quarters tonight. I shouldn’t have to baby sit him anyway. You’re the one who got him all fucked up like that. You take care of him.”
“Why don’t you give him a blanket?”
“He said he didn’t want one.”
Sally looked at me, “You have to try to stand up.” She helped me to my feet, took my arm around her shoulder and wrapped her arm around my waist. She walked me back to her quarters. Brianna was asleep in the bed, a large bandage covered her eye. Sally said, “Go lay down.”
“I’m not laying down next to her, I’ll wake up with a knife in my back.”
“No you won’t, just go lay down. Go to sleep.”
“Could I have a wet towel for my nose?” She went to the kitchenette, wet a towel and tossed it to me. I stood at the foot of the bed watching Sally. She said, “Why are you staring at me, I told you to lay down.”
“Why does the Gothic Girl keep bringing people to this house?”
“We need new blood.”
“So that’s what she does? She finds people and brings them here?”
“Sorry Clarence, I guess you’re not as special as you thought.”
“I heard that you two don’t get along.”
“Don’t believe everything you hear.”
I laid down next to Brianna. Sally sat down at the table and lit a cigarette, “I don’t have any problems with the woman you call the Gothic Girl. She does her thing and I do mine.”
“Earlier you said that you two were on the same side.”
“When it comes to Lavinia we are on the same side. You’ve seen what she does Clarence. We can’t have that psycho-bitch taking over Antonija’s seat. Lavinia is the number one cause of death in this house.”
“How did she get such a high position at the table?”
“That’s a stupid question Clarence. How do you think? Her only function in life is treachery, torture and murder. That’s what got her where she is now, that’s what will take her wherever she’s going.”
“It’s only a matter of time before she kills me.”
“That is correct Clarence, unless she dies before that happens.”
“Then she needs to die.”
Black Sally laughed, “Don’t get ahead of yourself Clarence. Right now you need to rest.”
I heard Lavinia’s voice in my head, “Very good slave. I want my name to come up at least once in every conversation you have with her. Tomorrow you will ask her why she doesn‘t have my seat. The next day you will tell her it‘s unfair. She’s not obsessed with power, she’s obsessed with not feeling inferior. Cater to her ego, encourage her envy. She will eventually be consumed by her obsession, you‘re there to help speed up the process.”
My mind went quiet. I wondered where Sally was going to sleep. I dozed off watching her sit in silent contemplation at the table. I woke up to Brianna screaming and kicking me. Sally jumped on top of her and shoved a pistol in her mouth, “Do you want to go back in the box? Then shut the fuck up and be still.”
I could feel Brianna’s fear. I tried to stay awake fearing that she would smother me in my sleep. I asked Sally if I could sleep on the floor. She said, “No. You two will share a bed when you’re in my quarters. That’s the way I want, that’s the way it will be. Now be quiet and go to sleep.”
The tension in the bed was too much, it was impossible to sleep. I knew that Brianna was awake on her side of the bed too. We both laid there injured, exhausted, motionless, our minds racing, filled with fear; appalled that we were being forced to sleep in the same bed. We laid there like that till the birds began to sing outside. Black Sally spent the night sitting in her chair. She didn’t speak, she didn’t move; I wondered if that’s the way she slept. I remembered Lavinia’s lesson about staying uncomfortable and keeping my guard up. I tried to get mentally prepared for day three. I had a feeling that things would get much, much worse, before they got any better.
Brutality 11
Helplessness, that was me, naked and bleeding in restraints. The feeling of helplessness made my body want to panic and jerk around in vain, fighting against the restraints. Instead I roared at the top of my lungs. Selene appeared at my side, I went motionless and silent. Her fiery red hair was braided into two long pigtails. Her face was painted black with a red stripe down the middle. She wore a tight black turtle-neck sweater, black gloves and a black leather skirt. I screamed and all the muscles in body contracted. I smelled my flesh burning, I could hear it sizzle. I wriggled around and pulled at my restraints. My entire body was instantly covered in sweat. Selene held an iron to my stomach.
She pulled the iron away. I yelled, “What the fuck is wrong with you?” She pressed the iron to my chest, then pushed the steam button. My body spasmed and shook as I yelled through clenched teeth, tears streamed from my eyes. She pulled the iron away and placed it on a shelf, then she climbed up on the table and straddled me. I yelled out again as she sat on my stomach. She scooted up my body until my head was hidden under her leather skirt and her thighs rested against the sides of my head. She sat on my face, moving her pussy back and forth across my lips. I stuck my tongue out. She moved her hips around in a circular motion, rubbing her clit over the surface of my tongue. She reached back and wrapped her hand around my cock. I felt like I would explode at any moment from all the built up pressure. She gently stroked my cock till I was on right on the verge, then she stopped. I sucked and licked her clit, my chin soaking wet from her juices. She grabbed my balls, squeezed and pulled; my muffled screams caused her to tense and shake, she squeezed my head between her legs and silently came.
Selene climbed off the table. Her hand came down on my genitals with a sickening “SMACK!” My back arched, my head rocked from left to right. I took in a deep breath, then the air wouldn’t leave my lungs. She smacked me across the face, I exhaled. She disappeared from my view. Suddenly, all I smelled and saw was plastic. I felt it in my mouth when I attempted to inhale. Selene had my head wrapped in a plastic bag. I panicked and struggled to break free. Finally, I started to drift, I went still, I lost consciousness.
I woke up coughing, gasping for air. I was breathing again. There was a beautiful woman standing over me, at first I thought she was angel. Then my heart sunk. It wasn’t angel. It was Lavinia. She looked like she had just gotten out the shower, her hair was wet and she wore a black robe. She let me out of the restraints.
Selene was sitting on the floor in the corner, her clothes had been stripped off; her hands shackled to her ankles, a ball-gag in her mouth. Lavinia said, “You were dead. I resuscitated you.” I looked at her confused, “Thank you.”
“I don’t need your appreciation slave. I did not give you permission to die.”
“How did you know…”
She grabbed me by the throat, “Because I know everything.”
Black Sally came down the stairs. “What’s the big emergency?”
Lavinia replied, “Selene killed Clarence. I brought him back.”
“Did she do it on purpose?”
“Yes Sally, she did it on purpose. I came down here. Clarence had a plastic bag over his head and he wasn’t breathing. She,” Lavinia pointed to Selene, “tried to murder him.”
“How do want handle this?”
“There is only one way to handle it. Clarence sits at the table. It doesn’t matter that he’s only been here a day. You can’t just sneak behind everyone else’s back and murder another family member. If she had succeeded, her penalty would be death. Clarence is alive, but she did kill him. So, she now owes her life to Clarence.”
“Clarence is nowhere near being ready to handle Selene.”
“He will be with my guidance. I’ll keep Selene with me until Clarence gets some rest and is able to consider his options. Clarence, you can do whatever you want with her. Her life belongs to you. You can kill her, make her your slave or you can punish her and let her go. Don’t give me an answer now. Come to my office after breakfast and we’ll discuss this then.” She turned to Black Sally, “Take him to your quarters and deal with those burns. He’s been under a lot of stress. I want you to keep him in your room tonight. He shouldn’t be alone.”
I followed Sally up the stairs, to the trap door in the pantry and up the dark stairway that led to her quarters. When we got inside, I saw the businesswoman. She was at the table, bound to a chair. Sally went to the fridge and pulled out two bottled waters. She motioned for me to come to her, “There are shorts in the third dresser drawer and there are pain pills on the nightstand.” She handed me a bottled water. I thanked her, grabbed the water and rushed for the pills.
After getting some pain relief and clothing; I sat on her bed and stared at the floor. Things were happening too fast for me. I couldn’t keep my bearings straight. Something kept bothering me. Did I imagine Selene wearing war paint? She wasn’t wearing it when she was shackled on the floor. I couldn’t be sure if it was a hallucination. I looked down at the burns on my chest and stomach. I was sure of those. Since I knew that I really was burnt with an iron and suffocated with a plastic bag, could I safely assume that Selene really was wearing war-paint when she inflicted those injuries? I couldn’t be sure. I worried that my mind was playing tricks on me. If she was wearing the war-paint, when did she wash it off? I thought about Lavinia’s wet hair. Then I knew. The only thing Selene did was knock me out. Lavinia was the one behind the war-paint. She had just gotten one step closer to taking over the table.
Black Sally said, “Just lay down Clarence. I’ll deal with your burns shortly.”
I asked, “What are you gonna do with her?” The businesswoman shot me glance. I got up, went to the table and stared the woman in the eyes. She quickly looked down at the table. I asked, “Why did you refer that couple to the Gothic Girl?” She didn’t say anything, she kept looking down at the table.”
Black Sally said, “You may speak.”
The businesswoman began, “The husband was one of my clients. He was my first regular client. I had never met the wife. One day he came to me and said that he had talked is wife into helping him fulfill one of his fantasies. He said that he wanted a home invasion scene where his wife gets gang-raped by a bunch of black guys. I told him that I couldn’t help with that. He keeps nagging me and begging me and offering me more money. After a month or so of the begging, and when the price got too high for me to refuse, I began looking for someone who was able and willing to do that kind of a scene. There was only one person, the Gothic Girl.”
“Do you know what kind of a person she is?”
“The couple wanted something extreme. They wanted strangers to come into their house, point guns at them and have their way with them. He wanted it to be realistic. She seemed like the perfect person for the job.”
“Bullshit. Why weren’t you there? They were your clients right? You said the husband was a regular client. Why weren’t you there to make sure things didn‘t go too far?”
“Do you really think I could have prevented that from happening? What happened was fucked up. But the couple took that risk on themselves.”
“They pay you to keep them safe. Otherwise, they would just go hire thugs off the street to fuck them up. So you took their money, then turned around and hired thugs off the street to go fuck them up. Am I right about that?”
The businesswoman looked up at me, “That’s exactly what the husband was asking for. Maybe he let his fantasies distort his reality. It’s a common ailment. What? Did he think that I keep a bunch black guys in my closet between the single-tail and the spreader bars? There was no safe way to set up that scene. The only black guys who would be willing to get involved with that kind of a scene are dangerous ones. There are no safe people who will bust into a stranger’s house with a gun and do that kind of a scene. Don’t blame me. Blame the husband. The husband invited brutality into his home, his invitation was accepted.”
I didn’t accept her explanation, but I no longer blamed her. Black Sally told me to go lay down so she could bandage my wounds. I went back to bed and laid down. I closed my eyes and saw Lavinia’s face. I heard her voice, “I’m going to let you have some fun tomorrow slave. Do you remember when I told you that I was going to give you the opportunity to turn the tables on Selene? Tomorrow you will learn how to torture.”
She pulled the iron away. I yelled, “What the fuck is wrong with you?” She pressed the iron to my chest, then pushed the steam button. My body spasmed and shook as I yelled through clenched teeth, tears streamed from my eyes. She pulled the iron away and placed it on a shelf, then she climbed up on the table and straddled me. I yelled out again as she sat on my stomach. She scooted up my body until my head was hidden under her leather skirt and her thighs rested against the sides of my head. She sat on my face, moving her pussy back and forth across my lips. I stuck my tongue out. She moved her hips around in a circular motion, rubbing her clit over the surface of my tongue. She reached back and wrapped her hand around my cock. I felt like I would explode at any moment from all the built up pressure. She gently stroked my cock till I was on right on the verge, then she stopped. I sucked and licked her clit, my chin soaking wet from her juices. She grabbed my balls, squeezed and pulled; my muffled screams caused her to tense and shake, she squeezed my head between her legs and silently came.
Selene climbed off the table. Her hand came down on my genitals with a sickening “SMACK!” My back arched, my head rocked from left to right. I took in a deep breath, then the air wouldn’t leave my lungs. She smacked me across the face, I exhaled. She disappeared from my view. Suddenly, all I smelled and saw was plastic. I felt it in my mouth when I attempted to inhale. Selene had my head wrapped in a plastic bag. I panicked and struggled to break free. Finally, I started to drift, I went still, I lost consciousness.
I woke up coughing, gasping for air. I was breathing again. There was a beautiful woman standing over me, at first I thought she was angel. Then my heart sunk. It wasn’t angel. It was Lavinia. She looked like she had just gotten out the shower, her hair was wet and she wore a black robe. She let me out of the restraints.
Selene was sitting on the floor in the corner, her clothes had been stripped off; her hands shackled to her ankles, a ball-gag in her mouth. Lavinia said, “You were dead. I resuscitated you.” I looked at her confused, “Thank you.”
“I don’t need your appreciation slave. I did not give you permission to die.”
“How did you know…”
She grabbed me by the throat, “Because I know everything.”
Black Sally came down the stairs. “What’s the big emergency?”
Lavinia replied, “Selene killed Clarence. I brought him back.”
“Did she do it on purpose?”
“Yes Sally, she did it on purpose. I came down here. Clarence had a plastic bag over his head and he wasn’t breathing. She,” Lavinia pointed to Selene, “tried to murder him.”
“How do want handle this?”
“There is only one way to handle it. Clarence sits at the table. It doesn’t matter that he’s only been here a day. You can’t just sneak behind everyone else’s back and murder another family member. If she had succeeded, her penalty would be death. Clarence is alive, but she did kill him. So, she now owes her life to Clarence.”
“Clarence is nowhere near being ready to handle Selene.”
“He will be with my guidance. I’ll keep Selene with me until Clarence gets some rest and is able to consider his options. Clarence, you can do whatever you want with her. Her life belongs to you. You can kill her, make her your slave or you can punish her and let her go. Don’t give me an answer now. Come to my office after breakfast and we’ll discuss this then.” She turned to Black Sally, “Take him to your quarters and deal with those burns. He’s been under a lot of stress. I want you to keep him in your room tonight. He shouldn’t be alone.”
I followed Sally up the stairs, to the trap door in the pantry and up the dark stairway that led to her quarters. When we got inside, I saw the businesswoman. She was at the table, bound to a chair. Sally went to the fridge and pulled out two bottled waters. She motioned for me to come to her, “There are shorts in the third dresser drawer and there are pain pills on the nightstand.” She handed me a bottled water. I thanked her, grabbed the water and rushed for the pills.
After getting some pain relief and clothing; I sat on her bed and stared at the floor. Things were happening too fast for me. I couldn’t keep my bearings straight. Something kept bothering me. Did I imagine Selene wearing war paint? She wasn’t wearing it when she was shackled on the floor. I couldn’t be sure if it was a hallucination. I looked down at the burns on my chest and stomach. I was sure of those. Since I knew that I really was burnt with an iron and suffocated with a plastic bag, could I safely assume that Selene really was wearing war-paint when she inflicted those injuries? I couldn’t be sure. I worried that my mind was playing tricks on me. If she was wearing the war-paint, when did she wash it off? I thought about Lavinia’s wet hair. Then I knew. The only thing Selene did was knock me out. Lavinia was the one behind the war-paint. She had just gotten one step closer to taking over the table.
Black Sally said, “Just lay down Clarence. I’ll deal with your burns shortly.”
I asked, “What are you gonna do with her?” The businesswoman shot me glance. I got up, went to the table and stared the woman in the eyes. She quickly looked down at the table. I asked, “Why did you refer that couple to the Gothic Girl?” She didn’t say anything, she kept looking down at the table.”
Black Sally said, “You may speak.”
The businesswoman began, “The husband was one of my clients. He was my first regular client. I had never met the wife. One day he came to me and said that he had talked is wife into helping him fulfill one of his fantasies. He said that he wanted a home invasion scene where his wife gets gang-raped by a bunch of black guys. I told him that I couldn’t help with that. He keeps nagging me and begging me and offering me more money. After a month or so of the begging, and when the price got too high for me to refuse, I began looking for someone who was able and willing to do that kind of a scene. There was only one person, the Gothic Girl.”
“Do you know what kind of a person she is?”
“The couple wanted something extreme. They wanted strangers to come into their house, point guns at them and have their way with them. He wanted it to be realistic. She seemed like the perfect person for the job.”
“Bullshit. Why weren’t you there? They were your clients right? You said the husband was a regular client. Why weren’t you there to make sure things didn‘t go too far?”
“Do you really think I could have prevented that from happening? What happened was fucked up. But the couple took that risk on themselves.”
“They pay you to keep them safe. Otherwise, they would just go hire thugs off the street to fuck them up. So you took their money, then turned around and hired thugs off the street to go fuck them up. Am I right about that?”
The businesswoman looked up at me, “That’s exactly what the husband was asking for. Maybe he let his fantasies distort his reality. It’s a common ailment. What? Did he think that I keep a bunch black guys in my closet between the single-tail and the spreader bars? There was no safe way to set up that scene. The only black guys who would be willing to get involved with that kind of a scene are dangerous ones. There are no safe people who will bust into a stranger’s house with a gun and do that kind of a scene. Don’t blame me. Blame the husband. The husband invited brutality into his home, his invitation was accepted.”
I didn’t accept her explanation, but I no longer blamed her. Black Sally told me to go lay down so she could bandage my wounds. I went back to bed and laid down. I closed my eyes and saw Lavinia’s face. I heard her voice, “I’m going to let you have some fun tomorrow slave. Do you remember when I told you that I was going to give you the opportunity to turn the tables on Selene? Tomorrow you will learn how to torture.”
Brutality 3
The house sat atop a barren hill. When we pulled up, I heard the barking of unseen dogs. Robert turned off the car. The Gothic Girl faced forward in her seat and looked straight ahead. She said, “Clarence, don’t fuck up in this place. Be cool, don’t give them any problems and do exactly what you’re told. You’re strong enough to endure the tribulations ahead.”
“When will you be back?”
“It might be a couple months or so. This is the best place for you. This place is off the map. If there are any problems because of what happened tonight, it won’t effect you. I’m doing you a favor. Now return the favor by not embarrassing me in there. Watch yourself Clarence. There is a line here for you to walk. As long as you stick to that line, you will survive. You will emerge stronger, fiercer and more determined. But if you deviate from that line, they’ll chop you up, eat your liver and throw the rest of you out with the trash. If they don’t think that you’ll be of any use to them, they’ll castrate you, make you into a woman and sell you into slavery. I mean real slavery Clarence. So, I strongly suggest that you stay in line and make yourself seem useful.”
The Gothic Girl had me wait in the car as she went to the door. I saw a chubby white-haired maid answer. I watched the Gothic Girl enter the house as I pondered her words. My head began to throb and ache. My heart raced. There was an incessant high-pitched buzz in my ear. The Gothic Girl returned to the car, opened my door and told me to get out. She hugged me and gave me a deep, long kiss before saying, “Go inside. They’re waiting for you.”
I stood at the door clenching the handle. I took a deep breath, opened the door and crossed the threshold. There was a small foyer with coats and jackets hanging on the wall. All of the garments were black. The maid stood in a doorway on the opposite side of the foyer. She looked displeased. She said, “Hang your coat up there.”
“I’m not wearing a coat.”
“If you would open your eyes, you’d see I’m trying to help you child. I prepare all the food in this house. You give me anymore of that sass and you won’t eat.”
“I…I’m sorry…I wasn’t…”
“Never mind your smooth talk boy. Strip off your clothes.”
“Excuse me…”
“Take off your clothes. Everything. Down to your bare ass.”
It was the first time I’d ever been embarrassed to get undressed in front of a woman. I couldn’t process the situation. I took off my shirt, shoes, socks, pants and boxers. The maid never took her eyes off me. “Now hand me your clothes.” I gathered my clothes and handed them to her. “And your shoes.” I faced the maid, kept my back straight and bent my knees to pick up my shoes. I handed them to maid and she abruptly walked off, leaving me standing there naked in the foyer.
I don’t know how long I stood there waiting. It must have been at least a hour. Several times I considered hollering out “Hello” but I thought better of it. The nudity was taking a toll on me. I felt like an animal standing there naked in a strange house waiting to meet unknown and dangerous people. It wasn’t the way I liked to make a first impression.
I heard the sound of heels on a hardwood floor. Then a woman’s voice asked, “Where is he?” The heels approached the foyer. I backed up toward the door and covered my genitals with my hands. The woman appeared in the doorway. She was short, skinny and looked to be in her early-twenties. She had dirty blonde shoulder length hair, brown-eyes and wore a white silk blouse with a long black skirt. Her eyes widened and a look of disgust came over her face as looked at me standing there naked. She screamed, “What the fuck are you doing?!”
“The maid told me to give her my clothes.”
“Ira, the 65-year-old housemaid, told you to take off all your clothes?”
“Yes. And then she walked off with them.”
“Did you fuck her?”
“N...no…I…”
“Are you on drugs?”
“No.”
“You’re not high on PCP or anything like that?”
“No…Ira took my clothes.”
“Why would she do that?”
I shrugged my shoulders, “You’d have to ask Ira.”
“Ok. Here’s the problem. I have a shitty job right now. My job is to show you around, hold your hand and point you in the right direction. If you fuck up, I suffer consequences. Now, I come down here to bring you to meet Antonija and you are butt naked in the foyer.”
“I’m sorry…”
“Don’t waste my time with that shit. Hurry up and put on some clothes.”
“I don’t have any. I came here with the clothes on my back. The maid has my clothes…”
“Ira, do you have this man’s clothes?”
“No ma’am. I threw those nasty rags in the burn bin.”
“I’ll see if I can find something for you to put on. Please, for both of our sakes, don’t do anymore stupid shit before I get back.”
I stood in a corner hoping that no one else passed by and saw me. It felt like I had a huge rock in my stomach, painted on that rock in big yellow letters was the word ’HUMILIATION’. The young woman returned with a bag.
“Here. That’s all I could find. Hurry up and put it on, we have to go.”
I pulled the garments out of the bag; a pair of black spandex biker shorts and a florescent pink tank top with flowers and flamingoes on the front. I looked at the woman. She raised her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders. I put on the shorts and shirt. The rock of humiliation grew larger, I could feel it pushing my heart up into my throat. She said, “Let’s go” and led me out the foyer into a large living room. Everything looked like an antique, even the walls and stairs. Everything seemed spotless and polished. She led me down a long hall and into a den.
Two women sat quietly in the room. They both wore long, black dresses. One was older, more modest in appearance with a black shawl and black scarf. The other one wore a black Victorian gown. She was younger with dark hair twisted in a bun and a long, shiny hairpin protruding out of each side. She didn’t look up from her magazine. The older woman set her tea down on the coffee table, rose from the couch and reached out her hand , “You must be Clarence.” I gently shook her hand and replied “Yes.”
Her smiling eyes and warm smile filled me with a sense of calm. She had an aura of benevolence, serenity and wisdom. She grabbed my hand in both of hers and squeezed. “It is a pleasure to meet you Clarence. I’ve heard a lot about you. My name is Antonija. Please, sit down.” Her voice was soft and gentle. She sat and gestured toward a chair. I said, “Thank you” and sat down. She just sat there smiling and looking at me. The younger woman flipped a page in her magazine. My guide took a seat in the chair beside me. Finally, Antonija broke the silence. “Our mutual friend seemed to be in a rush this evening. I love her dearly and am very concerned about her. What happened this evening that got her so upset?”
Her voice, the look her eyes, that motherly smile all made me want to let it all out and tell her everything that happened. Then I might be able to process the events of the evening and receive warm hugs, advice and a reassuring, “Everything will be okay” from this gentle, compassionate lady sitting in front of me. I looked over at the younger woman. She looked like she could have been the Gothic Girl’s older sister. The two hair-pins reminded me of the Gothic Girl, her ritual of placing them in her hair and her cruel use of them. Reality hit like a bucket of ice water. I looked Antonija in the eyes and said, “I don’t know what got her so upset?”
I heard my guide sigh. The expression on Antonija’s face did not change, “It’s okay Clarence, you’re in a safe place. If something happened tonight that scared you, it’s okay to talk about it here. We’re here to help you. But we need to know what’s going on in order to do that. You understand that don’t you Clarence.”
“Yes I do, and I appreciate…”
“Let me ask you something Clarence. Do you love the woman that brought you here?”
“Yes.”
“Well I love her too Clarence. I love her the same as if she were my own child. I love her as a daughter. If my daughter is in some kind of trouble, I need to know so I can help her Clarence.”
“I understand.”
“Something went wrong tonight, didn’t it Clarence?”
“N…No…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Clarence, you and I both know that isn’t the truth.”
I had a very ominous feeling. I remembered the Gothic Girl saying “as long as you stick to that line, you will survive.” I had already stated that I didn’t know what Antonija was talking about and I would stick to that “line” for better or for worse. I said, “I’m sorry Antonija. I really don’t know what got her upset. And I didn’t see anything happen or go wrong.”
She continued to give me her kind, compassionate look, and with her soft, sweet voice she said, “You’re a liar.” She stood up. I rose from my chair as she stood. She said, “We’ll talk later Clarence. Make yourself at home and have a pleasant evening. Lavinia wishes to speak with you, after that, Lenore will take you to your room. Goodnight Clarence.”
“Good night Antonija.” I sat back down feeling that things might not be too bad here. I still felt very uncomfortable in the spandex shorts and tank top. I turned to my guide, “Lenore, right? Is there any way I can get some different clothes?”
“What do you mean?”
I heard the magazine land on the table with a smack. I looked at the younger woman. She was the one I would come to know as Lavinia. She looked at me with scorn and asked, “What the fuck? Were you doing jazzercise before you came here? Why are you dressed like that?”
“The maid took my clothes.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
“What the fuck do you know Clarence? Nevermind, I already know your answer, ‘I don‘t know‘ huh? I cannot believe that you have the nerve to come into my Aunt’s den dressed like a gay prostitute and lie right in her face.”
“I wasn’t…” My guide nudged my arm with her elbow. I continued, “I would never do anything to disrespect your Aunt.”
“Since everything out of your mouth so far has been a lie, I’m going to have to find a way to encourage you to tell me the truth. Do you know where you are?”
“No.”
“Of course you don’t. But you have an idea. We’re going to go downstairs. You are going to follow and do exactly what I tell you to do. Do you understand me?” Her voice wasn’t soft and sweet. It was cold and hard. A voice in my head said, “Stick to the line.” I replied to Lavinia, “Yes, I understand.”
She rose and I followed her out the room. Lenore followed closely behind.
“When will you be back?”
“It might be a couple months or so. This is the best place for you. This place is off the map. If there are any problems because of what happened tonight, it won’t effect you. I’m doing you a favor. Now return the favor by not embarrassing me in there. Watch yourself Clarence. There is a line here for you to walk. As long as you stick to that line, you will survive. You will emerge stronger, fiercer and more determined. But if you deviate from that line, they’ll chop you up, eat your liver and throw the rest of you out with the trash. If they don’t think that you’ll be of any use to them, they’ll castrate you, make you into a woman and sell you into slavery. I mean real slavery Clarence. So, I strongly suggest that you stay in line and make yourself seem useful.”
The Gothic Girl had me wait in the car as she went to the door. I saw a chubby white-haired maid answer. I watched the Gothic Girl enter the house as I pondered her words. My head began to throb and ache. My heart raced. There was an incessant high-pitched buzz in my ear. The Gothic Girl returned to the car, opened my door and told me to get out. She hugged me and gave me a deep, long kiss before saying, “Go inside. They’re waiting for you.”
I stood at the door clenching the handle. I took a deep breath, opened the door and crossed the threshold. There was a small foyer with coats and jackets hanging on the wall. All of the garments were black. The maid stood in a doorway on the opposite side of the foyer. She looked displeased. She said, “Hang your coat up there.”
“I’m not wearing a coat.”
“If you would open your eyes, you’d see I’m trying to help you child. I prepare all the food in this house. You give me anymore of that sass and you won’t eat.”
“I…I’m sorry…I wasn’t…”
“Never mind your smooth talk boy. Strip off your clothes.”
“Excuse me…”
“Take off your clothes. Everything. Down to your bare ass.”
It was the first time I’d ever been embarrassed to get undressed in front of a woman. I couldn’t process the situation. I took off my shirt, shoes, socks, pants and boxers. The maid never took her eyes off me. “Now hand me your clothes.” I gathered my clothes and handed them to her. “And your shoes.” I faced the maid, kept my back straight and bent my knees to pick up my shoes. I handed them to maid and she abruptly walked off, leaving me standing there naked in the foyer.
I don’t know how long I stood there waiting. It must have been at least a hour. Several times I considered hollering out “Hello” but I thought better of it. The nudity was taking a toll on me. I felt like an animal standing there naked in a strange house waiting to meet unknown and dangerous people. It wasn’t the way I liked to make a first impression.
I heard the sound of heels on a hardwood floor. Then a woman’s voice asked, “Where is he?” The heels approached the foyer. I backed up toward the door and covered my genitals with my hands. The woman appeared in the doorway. She was short, skinny and looked to be in her early-twenties. She had dirty blonde shoulder length hair, brown-eyes and wore a white silk blouse with a long black skirt. Her eyes widened and a look of disgust came over her face as looked at me standing there naked. She screamed, “What the fuck are you doing?!”
“The maid told me to give her my clothes.”
“Ira, the 65-year-old housemaid, told you to take off all your clothes?”
“Yes. And then she walked off with them.”
“Did you fuck her?”
“N...no…I…”
“Are you on drugs?”
“No.”
“You’re not high on PCP or anything like that?”
“No…Ira took my clothes.”
“Why would she do that?”
I shrugged my shoulders, “You’d have to ask Ira.”
“Ok. Here’s the problem. I have a shitty job right now. My job is to show you around, hold your hand and point you in the right direction. If you fuck up, I suffer consequences. Now, I come down here to bring you to meet Antonija and you are butt naked in the foyer.”
“I’m sorry…”
“Don’t waste my time with that shit. Hurry up and put on some clothes.”
“I don’t have any. I came here with the clothes on my back. The maid has my clothes…”
“Ira, do you have this man’s clothes?”
“No ma’am. I threw those nasty rags in the burn bin.”
“I’ll see if I can find something for you to put on. Please, for both of our sakes, don’t do anymore stupid shit before I get back.”
I stood in a corner hoping that no one else passed by and saw me. It felt like I had a huge rock in my stomach, painted on that rock in big yellow letters was the word ’HUMILIATION’. The young woman returned with a bag.
“Here. That’s all I could find. Hurry up and put it on, we have to go.”
I pulled the garments out of the bag; a pair of black spandex biker shorts and a florescent pink tank top with flowers and flamingoes on the front. I looked at the woman. She raised her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders. I put on the shorts and shirt. The rock of humiliation grew larger, I could feel it pushing my heart up into my throat. She said, “Let’s go” and led me out the foyer into a large living room. Everything looked like an antique, even the walls and stairs. Everything seemed spotless and polished. She led me down a long hall and into a den.
Two women sat quietly in the room. They both wore long, black dresses. One was older, more modest in appearance with a black shawl and black scarf. The other one wore a black Victorian gown. She was younger with dark hair twisted in a bun and a long, shiny hairpin protruding out of each side. She didn’t look up from her magazine. The older woman set her tea down on the coffee table, rose from the couch and reached out her hand , “You must be Clarence.” I gently shook her hand and replied “Yes.”
Her smiling eyes and warm smile filled me with a sense of calm. She had an aura of benevolence, serenity and wisdom. She grabbed my hand in both of hers and squeezed. “It is a pleasure to meet you Clarence. I’ve heard a lot about you. My name is Antonija. Please, sit down.” Her voice was soft and gentle. She sat and gestured toward a chair. I said, “Thank you” and sat down. She just sat there smiling and looking at me. The younger woman flipped a page in her magazine. My guide took a seat in the chair beside me. Finally, Antonija broke the silence. “Our mutual friend seemed to be in a rush this evening. I love her dearly and am very concerned about her. What happened this evening that got her so upset?”
Her voice, the look her eyes, that motherly smile all made me want to let it all out and tell her everything that happened. Then I might be able to process the events of the evening and receive warm hugs, advice and a reassuring, “Everything will be okay” from this gentle, compassionate lady sitting in front of me. I looked over at the younger woman. She looked like she could have been the Gothic Girl’s older sister. The two hair-pins reminded me of the Gothic Girl, her ritual of placing them in her hair and her cruel use of them. Reality hit like a bucket of ice water. I looked Antonija in the eyes and said, “I don’t know what got her so upset?”
I heard my guide sigh. The expression on Antonija’s face did not change, “It’s okay Clarence, you’re in a safe place. If something happened tonight that scared you, it’s okay to talk about it here. We’re here to help you. But we need to know what’s going on in order to do that. You understand that don’t you Clarence.”
“Yes I do, and I appreciate…”
“Let me ask you something Clarence. Do you love the woman that brought you here?”
“Yes.”
“Well I love her too Clarence. I love her the same as if she were my own child. I love her as a daughter. If my daughter is in some kind of trouble, I need to know so I can help her Clarence.”
“I understand.”
“Something went wrong tonight, didn’t it Clarence?”
“N…No…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Clarence, you and I both know that isn’t the truth.”
I had a very ominous feeling. I remembered the Gothic Girl saying “as long as you stick to that line, you will survive.” I had already stated that I didn’t know what Antonija was talking about and I would stick to that “line” for better or for worse. I said, “I’m sorry Antonija. I really don’t know what got her upset. And I didn’t see anything happen or go wrong.”
She continued to give me her kind, compassionate look, and with her soft, sweet voice she said, “You’re a liar.” She stood up. I rose from my chair as she stood. She said, “We’ll talk later Clarence. Make yourself at home and have a pleasant evening. Lavinia wishes to speak with you, after that, Lenore will take you to your room. Goodnight Clarence.”
“Good night Antonija.” I sat back down feeling that things might not be too bad here. I still felt very uncomfortable in the spandex shorts and tank top. I turned to my guide, “Lenore, right? Is there any way I can get some different clothes?”
“What do you mean?”
I heard the magazine land on the table with a smack. I looked at the younger woman. She was the one I would come to know as Lavinia. She looked at me with scorn and asked, “What the fuck? Were you doing jazzercise before you came here? Why are you dressed like that?”
“The maid took my clothes.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
“What the fuck do you know Clarence? Nevermind, I already know your answer, ‘I don‘t know‘ huh? I cannot believe that you have the nerve to come into my Aunt’s den dressed like a gay prostitute and lie right in her face.”
“I wasn’t…” My guide nudged my arm with her elbow. I continued, “I would never do anything to disrespect your Aunt.”
“Since everything out of your mouth so far has been a lie, I’m going to have to find a way to encourage you to tell me the truth. Do you know where you are?”
“No.”
“Of course you don’t. But you have an idea. We’re going to go downstairs. You are going to follow and do exactly what I tell you to do. Do you understand me?” Her voice wasn’t soft and sweet. It was cold and hard. A voice in my head said, “Stick to the line.” I replied to Lavinia, “Yes, I understand.”
She rose and I followed her out the room. Lenore followed closely behind.
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