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The police figured that he had gotten drunk and fallen
down the stairs. Kristie found it easy to cry when the police questioned her,
all she had to do was think about the baby and the two years of her life that
she had lost because of John. The tears flowed heavily and they were believable.
As luck would have it, she was awarded a settlement
from his life insurance and his company, which allowed her to sell the house,
and buy a new one, just for her. She had originally intended to keep the house
they had lived in, but it was too full of his choices.
She moved almost immediately, and his compensation
checks came almost as quickly. At first, she wasn’t sure she would want his
money, but that all changed when the first check arrived and she needed the
money. She hadn’t gotten a job, yet, but she was taking classes at the local
community college.
Within a month, she had the confidence in her own
ability to look for an office position. Earlier in the day, she received a call
from the boss of the company, asking her if Monday was too soon to start? She
would be making 34,000 dollars a year, three more than John made. That would
have really burned him up. The thought made her smile. She kept the smile on her
face as she pranced through The James Club. It was her first time out in almost
two and a half years. If anyone asked, she wouldn’t talk about what she had
been doing for the last three years. She wasn’t married to John; therefore,
she saw no reason to keep his memory alive. The checks from his work would
continue to come. His having no other family used to bother Kristie. Now it
elated her, and the sale of the house would leave her with money to buy a condo
and furnish it nicely. Life couldn’t get
any better.
She stood at the bar, ready to order a drink, when a
short handsome man in a tight black shirt approached her, striking up a
conversation. He was very cute, with brown hair and a nice body. He had soft
brown eyes that she found comforting. John had gray, lifeless eyes that seemed
to always squint.
From the moment his eyes met hers, it was like she was
locked in to him. She could sense her control fading over her sensibilities. He
was speaking to her, but his eyes were controlling her. She was in a trance and
she couldn’t break out. For each sentence his mouth spoke, his eyes said the
truth.
“Hi, my name is Terrence.” You will listen to me!
“I’m Kristie.”
Terrence extended his hand and she found that she was
shaking hands with the stranger, but couldn’t remember putting hers in his
direction. Still holding her hand, he began to speak, again.
“Would you like to dance?” Desire me! Please me! Want me!
“I would.”
They went to the dance floor; he was leading her by
the hand. He danced close, his body always touching her in some place. His lips
grazed her neck and collarbone several times as they gyrated. She was excited
now, his trance having peaked her sexuality. He began to kiss her ear, nibbling
on it and whispering.
“You’re a great dancer.”
She couldn’t see his eyes, and the words he spoke
were the only she heard. He seemed to sense this as he pulled her closer,
locking his eyes into hers. Now, he didn’t speak a word, but his eyes
commanded her.
Kiss me!
She began to kiss him, more passionately than she had
ever kissed John. She felt his tongue in her mouth, and liked it. His hands were
touching her all over, rubbing on her body and massaging her flesh.
She could feel his hot lips on her neck, the feeling
of his breath making her shiver. She couldn’t believe how much she wanted him.
Let’s go
outside.
In a dream like state of confusion, she was leading
him to the back door. She had not been to the club in over four years, but she
seemed to know the way to the alley like she was a regular. They stepped into
the warm summer night and she could immediately feel his hands on her body. He
was touching her breasts and kissing the back of her neck. She had her back to
him and she could feel his power slipping and her fear growing.
She could barely control her passion, but the fear
kept creeping over her. She wanted to run, and began to step away from Terrence.
He pulled her back and laughed.
Running? I guess
we’ll do it my way!
He knocked her to the ground. She crashed to the
pavement and a tiny squeal escaped her as the air rushed out of her lungs. Her
shirt had torn in his hand and she was aware that her breasts were exposed.
He stood over her, his lips pulled back to reveal a
menacing grin and a smile full of big teeth. His eyes were the color of hell, a
sadistic deep red.
Did I come so
far to die in this alley?
Terrence, or whatever he was, began to lean in on her.
She saw a figure running through the alley, coming towards them. Maybe
he can help? Maybe he’s here to save me? Or, maybe he is going to help
Terrence?
The last morbid thought was too much for Kristie, and
she passed out.
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