Sunday, May 3, 2009

The Slut - part 6 - Literally 'the end'

The Slut - part 1 - the meetup

The Slut - part 2 - the tennis whacking

The Slut - part 3 - James Bond

The Slut - part 4 - the Kennel

The Slut - part 5 - the slut gets to know his position

He got discharged from the hospital after three weeks, still in casts and bandages she brought him home. She took good care of her slut. She took a month off, she cooked, she fed, she was took care. Some days she wondered what she was doing, she looked at herself in the mirror and all she could see was a glow, a happy glow.

"Lets go some place" she suggested "change of air will do you good"

"How about Ireland?"

It was as if lightning struck her, she looked at him shocked, did he know, how could he know

"I saw the ad in the paper today, sounds like a nice happy place, lets go there"

She smiled, her baby.

By next week they were in the highlands, most of his bandages were off, they were doing it three times a day, that was her measure of whether he was back in the pink of his health or not. They went on long walks, they went to the pubs, they went to the castles and clicked pictures.

"Tell me about the others" he asked her

She clasped his hand tightly, that was a different time, a different her. She still had her Beretta about her, but could she use it, was her hand still icy cold still?

"Let it be, I don't want to talk about that time, not just yet"

"Ok" he hugged her.

The next morning he was looking through the newspaper "hey it says here there's a nice cemetry nearby, just a couple of hours drive. They say its a spooky kind, i've never been to one before, lets go?"

It seemed to her that life had finally caught up to her, now there was no escaping, she had to tell him, she jst had to "yes lets go"

he smiled, there was something else in his eyes today, something that made her wary, but today, she had no power left in her to guard herself.

They were walking in the cemetry, it was in small cove, on the back of a hill. It was eerily beautiful.

"You know, this cemetery has a story behind it. They say a contract killer owns it, and created it as a memorial to some of her best adversaries"

He stopped at a grave "wow this is exquisite, look at the this tombstone"

"Yes he was the best" she said lost in the thoughts of the past

"They called him the wind whisperer"

"Yes he was that fast and that silent"...and then she looked up...from panic, to fear, to anger, to appreciation.

She had lost, finally found her match, a worth adversary who had defeated her.

She took out her beretta but he didn't even try and stop her and she knew why. He just looked at her, "you wanna have a sandwich"

"And What do they call you?"

"The soul stealer"

"Suits you...rascal"

"Can I ask you something"

"Sure, shoot" and then she laughed, funny time to be saying shoot

"I heard stories, that you ate them, did you really?"

"Yes" she said sheepishly "those were younger days, I was into reading about vampires and werewolves, i tried it, i liked it"

"Man you awe me"

"Coming from you, thats really a compliment, you beat me with a tool i didn't even know existed...simplicity"

He smiled

"So who are you, who sent you after me?"

"I am the whisperer's son"

"Holy Schimoly...how did you tolerate me, I mean aren't you bursting with hate?"

"Hate? its called admiration, anybody who could bring down the whisperer...imagine bringing him down"

"I know, it was the biggest challenge of my life and he almost got me, I think the only reason I could get him, was because he chose to let me get him"

"So who sent you after me, The Greeks? I really created some trouble for them the last time around, we have mutual hatred for each other"

"The consortium of elders"

"The old man at the bus, oh god, how could i not recognize him, you know as a child he actually has fed me on his lap...so when does it happen, here? now? that would be nemesis"

"Tomorrow, early morning, before dawn"

"What if i kill you"

"That gun is loaded right"

She smiled, she knew there was nothing she could do agaisnt him 'fuck he was good'

They had dinner, roast chicken, curried meat, all that she liked. Then he left her alone, he had to prepare

Morning she woke up, there was a note for her by the bedside "Come to me, naked, as I came to you"

She understood what she meant, she took of her clothes, her fears, her ego, her pride...she was naked and she looked at herself in the mirror and she saw the look in her eyes, the saintly look, she smiled

He was sitting in the middle of the room...She approached him

"Maneater, you have been adjudged by the consortium of elders, as having gone outside the fold and their decreed code of conduct. While they appreciate your skills, they don't appreciate your ego...

And as such they have sentenced, the only sentence our world carries, death"

Finally and she was happy, it was going to be at his hands, now she really understood why the whisperer had let her kill him, why he had smiled as he died.

"Bend over"

"Huh"

The birch cane came out..."bend over"

"No, just kill me, get done, not this"

"Bend over, didn't I say, come to me naked"

"Yes" she hated being caned, the elders had caned her in their school and ever since then she was afraid of the cane

The cane fell on her ass as she bent over the table, one after another, painful strokes, bleeding her ass, ripping apart whatever dignity was left in her.

She collapsed into his arms "Finish me now"

"You are finished"

"The elders will kill you also, if you don't follow their orders"

"These were their orders, the bugger are probably rolling on the floor dying of laughter, right now"

"Oh sheesh" she managed a sheepish smile

"You are their child again"

"When i wake up, slut, I want you between my legs"

"Yes ma'am"

"Naked"

"No other way"

10 comments:

  1. where do you get the plots from?

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  2. @AD...a little bit imagination, a little help from a muse...a little bit of what i've read in other places (inspiration anu malik style :P )

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  3. Nice stuf going on here.Thanks for dropping by.

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  4. Riveting. And bold. A page out of The Host, literally.

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  5. This is the last thing I was expecting! o.O
    Good one! =)

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  6. That is one hell of an imaginative power. Excellent work.

    Kisses.

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  7. @Today's ranting...my pleasure...do keep dropping by

    @Preeti...[he smiles] thank you

    @Ki... :)

    @Siras...that was the whole attempt

    @LSL...I wish...i think Rowling and Tolkien have imaginative powers...am happy though writing what i write...i like to be inside these stories :)

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  8. Fuck! that was amazing . A wild turn from "the temp" to "wanted". I never saw it coming. Gawd somebody whip me.
    sorry for the late comment, but i lost my reading list, blame blogger.com. write on.

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  9. i cant believe...i am crying...

    :)

    :*

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