Lust Demented

{XXXII}

STEAM VANISHED. DARKNESS TO LIGHT. The bedroom was jam-packed with books. Books on the floor. Books on the walls. Books on the shelves. Books on the big king bed that filled the middle room wall to wall. A blanket of books half-burying Hawaii’s naked body tied to the bedposts with white lace.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what I’m reading?”

I tried to slide out of the knotted lace, but I was tied in too tight. Hawaii made an awkward grab for my hand, trying to comfort me. It was the best she could do in her position.

“Farrow what’s your earliest memory?”

“My grandmother always had Featherton dime mysteries scattered around her house. The skull on the binding… I can picture it so clearly.”

“Books. I should’ve seen that coming.”

“Not just books.”

“Of course, there’s no such thing.”

“What about you Hawaii? What’s your first memory?”

“It might sound crazy, but I remember being in my mother’s womb. I remember the warmth. The loud whirring sound. The shadows.”

“I need to know what happened.”

“Yeah, you know Farrow I just approach my job as I would any other. If I give it too much thought, then I can’t focus on the task at hand. Without people like me these girls would be in tough spot. But I never let it become personal. I can’t do it for people I’m close to. They have to be strangers, beginning to end. If they give me a reason of why they are doing it, I don’t listen. I shut my head off and later make my own reason. I visualize them talking to me. Their mouths moving in the same way they moved when they first excused themselves to me, except with my words. My story.”

“Your story?”

“It’s always the same one. The setting… the characters… may change, but at the core it’s always the same.”

“Life and death.”

“Life. It’s always life - even if death casts a wide shadow.”

“You’re scaring me Farrow with those bulging eyes.”

“Do you have a new book?”

“I do…”

“How far along are you?”

“I’m close. Really close.”

“You always say that, but you never finish.” It never got any easier for Missy to understand. From the day I first started, I was always close to finishing.

“Farrow do you know there’s an art to taking a prisoner?” Kiko leaned over me, gently exhaling as the tip of her breast hit my mouth. With finesse, she adjusted the knot creating some slack, which she used in another loop tightened around my crotch.

“There’s no reason to take me prisoner. You know I’d come willingly. I think real highly of you.”

“And I of you. Oh, but there is a reason?”

“Oh a reason?”

“I can’t tell what’s more beautiful my knots or you.” Kiko nodded with mischief taking a step back to admire her work.

“You see Farrow if you tied up your girlfriends on a regular basis, it wouldn’t be so hard to escape right now?” Kuroneko burst in toppling over. Bent over in laughter, her long black hair whipped around, veiling her face. Taking pleasure at the sight of me, she bum rushed me, only to wildly massage my head. I could feel her nails in my scalp. More words which I didn’t understand. The powder white woman grabbed me by the rope around my crotch. Kiko took hold higher up on my chest. They didn’t bring me far.