“That oughta hold you for a while,” he said as he lay down next to her and closed his eyes.
In his mind he started to imagine what he was going to do to Jenny when she woke. He was on top of her, feeling himself slide in and out of her hugging warmth and squeezing her breasts with his hands. He pushed himself deeper and deeper inside of her, until he felt like he was going to explode. He looked up to the mirrors and saw that it wasn’t Jenny anymore. It was the girl he had first seen at the bar. His gift from God; his keepsake. She was underneath him, naked and groaning as he slammed into her. She wasn’t cuffed to the bed anymore. Now, her hands were clutching his butt cheeks, trying to pull him in even deeper.
Her eyelids slowly opened, except there was something wrong. Her eye sockets looked completely dark and Robert realized that she didn’t have any eyes. Suddenly, her hand shot up and grabbed his head, pulling his mouth down to meet the empty black hole.
Robert screamed and opened his eyes.
He was covered in sweat. The room seemed to be a lot darker than it had been when he had closed his eyes. Wiping the sweat off his forehead he turned and saw that Jenny was awake. Her eyes were wide with fear and it was obvious that she had been crying. He stared at her for a moment before grinning.
“Hi,” he said. “Ready for the fun to start?”
A tear rolled out of her eye as he leaned forward and slid his tongue around the duct tape on her mouth.
The second time he saw her, he was having coffee in one of the ritzy coffee bars on Sunset. She was there when he arrived, sitting in a corner, sipping her coffee slowly, looking at nothing in particular. He felt that feeling again when he spotted her. A cross between nauseousness and ecstasy. Like there were hundreds of little butterflies, fluttering around in his stomach.
He wouldn’t let her go this time. He would stay right behind her until she got home.
Nothing was going to get in his way.
He watched her as she slowly sipped her coffee. He didn’t take his eyes off her. His own coffee sat in front of him, getting cold. He couldn’t drink it. He couldn’t do a thing but sit in awe and amazement of the girl. When a waitress came along and asked if he wanted another coffee he just gave her a look. The same sort of look a lion must give its prey just before devouring it. She knew what the look meant and didn’t say another word as she turned and walked off.
When he looked back to where the girl was sitting, she was gone. He turned his head toward the door just fast enough to see her black hair flail in the wind as the door closed behind her.
His stomach clenched up.
“Fuck!” he screamed as he jumped from his seat, only half aware that every single set of eyes in the shop were on him, and raced for the door.
This was not supposed to happen. This time he was not supposed to take his eyes off her for a minute. He had broken his own main rule.
Outside, the streets were empty. Rain poured from the skies as if God felt his pain and cried tears for him. He ran, as fast as he could, looking down every alley, any way she may have gone.
She was nowhere.
Once again, he had lost her. The pain inside him was unbearable.
At home, things seemed bleak and dreary. He didn’t even feel like going out and finding more women. All he wanted to do was sit at home and sulk. Cry about opportunities lost. He sat in the rocking chair in his lounge room, closing his eyes and trying to picture her face, trying to capture her true beauty in his mind. Nothing he could see came anywhere close. Even his imagination couldn’t compare to her. She was one of a kind. Something special.
And he had lost her.
He was in bed that night, still trying to come up with a picture of her in his head, when the doorbell rang. A jolt ran through his body as he wondered if this was it—if he had finally been caught. He thought about climbing out the window and down the fire escape, but he just couldn’t be bothered. He had lost the only thing that had ever mattered to him that day, for the second time, and he was just tired. They could take him in if they wanted to. He would find a way to escape.
He had before.
Climbing out of bed he reached for his shirt, then decided against it.
Let them find me naked, he thought, letting out a laugh.
He walked over to the door and took one last look around his apartment before unlatching and opening it.
It wasn’t the police, as he had thought.
It was her.
Standing there in all her beauty. In his hallway. His keepsake.
She said nothing. She just looked at him, her mouth perfectly straight. Her eyes glowed. They had a depth to them that just sucked him right in.
He stared at her, unsure of what to do or say.
The moment he had been waiting for had arrived. And she had come to him.
He didn’t even think about how it had happened. He didn’t even care. All that mattered was that she was standing right in front of him, staring into his eyes.
She stepped inside, still not saying a word, and grabbed his hand. She led him to the bedroom, taking all the right turns as if she had lived in the apartment for years.
He felt the excitement well up inside him as she pushed him onto the bed. He suddenly felt a little strange, realizing that he was naked, but she acted as if she hadn’t even noticed.
“Hello, Robert,” she said to him.
“Hi,” he managed.
She reached up to her top and unbuttoned it, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were more perfect than he ever could have imagined. They seemed so full and round, the nipples jutting straight up in perfect symmetry.
Her hand lowered to her skirt and popped the buttons open, one by one as if to torture Robert. Soon, the skirt joined her top on the floor.
She stood completely naked in front of him and smiled. Her body was the image of perfection. Nothing could ever top this for him. Nothing could ever be as perfect.
She climbed onto the bed and strapped his wrists with the leather cuffs. He gave her a grin and she winked before cuffing his ankles.
“Now you’re not going anywhere.”
“I wouldn’t want to,” Robert said, his throat feeling a little dry.
He closed his eyes as she started to kiss his chest. Groaning, he squirmed under her, wishing that she would just move down a little. As if she could read his mind, she stopped kissing him and went straight for his hard penis. She took him into her mouth and began rhythmically pumping. It was the most amazing thing he had ever felt. She ran her tongue across his head and he started to feel himself building. He let out a loud groan as he felt it slowly creep up his shaft. He opened his eyes, just as he released himself into her mouth, and looked at the mirrors.
His penis softened straightaway. All of the pleasure disappeared in that same instant and all he felt was fear. He could still feel her mouth on him, but he couldn’t see her. She wasn’t in the mirror. All he could see was his own naked body sprawled out on the bed. He lifted his head and looked down at her. She had finished on his penis and started kissing her way back up to his face.
“Do you like a girl who swallows, Robert?”
He couldn’t answer her. He couldn’t speak at all. All he did was stare at her, trying to understand what the hell was going on. Why the hell couldn’t he see her in the mirror?
“I swallow. Wanna see?” she said, grinning.
Robert noticed something he hadn’t seen before. Something more unsettling than anything he had ever seen before. Something that seemed too out of place for her innocent beauty.
Her teeth.
Two at either side of her mouth. Long, sharp, and pointy.
“What the fuck?” he asked, trying to shake her off. She wouldn’t budge, even when he put all his strength into it. She didn’t move an inch.