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Story: When the Dark Wins
“In a nutshell,” I agree with a nod.
“Should we explain, babe?” Stone asks with a chuckle. I nod and he places his chin on my shoulder. “That number you called to get an escort for the evening? You dialed a wrong number and got me instead. I ran it by Cessi and she told me who you were—the pimp that’s taken most of her money and brutalized her on the nights you didn’t think she made enough. So when she told me she wanted to play a little game with you, I decided that I wanted in. We have a thing for role playing I guess you could say,” he explains matter of factly.
“You’ve had this coming for a long time and you know it, Lowell,” I add evenly. “When you agreed to play the part of the ‘sexy stranger’ to see what a night for me is really like, why it’s so goddamn hard sometimes for me to make money, I knew I had you right where I wanted you.”
Lowell rolls over onto all fours and looks up at us. “But… I thought…”
“That we didn’t know each other? It’s all part of the role playing, dumb ass,” I reply with a sneer on my face.
“Babe, why’d you kill Honey?” Stone asked suddenly.
“I don’t like the competition. She took a lot of Johns from me and pretended to be my friend when she thought they were too good for me or I need ‘a rest’,” I reply with a shrug.
“Makes sense,” Stone agrees.
“What to do with you,” I wonder, turning my attention back to Lowell. I gently shrug away from Stone’s grip and walk toward the young, handsome man with James Dean good looks and Robert Hansen intentions, and aim the gun at his head.
And suddenly, it hits me. I know exactly what to do with him.
“Let’s play a little game with him,” I say turning to Stone who’s patiently waiting for direction.
“Being?” he asks curiously.
“How about we chain him to the wall and let him rot in the fucking darkness like he did to you,” I say with a wide smile. “I think that’ll teach him not to shit where he eats.”
“This is why I love you,” Stone says, shaking his head and laughing. “On it.”
I keep the gun trained on Lowell as Stone roughly strips him naked, then drags him to the wall. He grabs him by the hair and slams his head back against the wall, placing the collar around his neck.
“Wanna give me a hand?” he asks, glancing at me over his shoulder. I nod and walk toward them, the gun trained on Lowell the entire way. If he gets any ideas, I’ll fucking shoot him dead and piss on his goddamn corpse.
When I reach them, I lean down and grab the chains that have been left by the wall and hand them to Stone, who quickly loops one through the hole in the back and then through an industrial sized loop that Lowell had inserted into the wall. Once he has his neck secured in place, he crouches down and places the large, metal cuffs around his wrists and again, loops the chains to hold him in place.
As soon as he completes his task, Stone leans toward Lowell’s face, growls and snaps his teeth at him. I giggle; sometimes he really gets into his roles and it takes me a while to break him out of them, but I’ve never met a more loyal person in my life.
“Hey; take that thing off your dick,” I say, suddenly remembering the prosthetic we made for him to wear. Because I know how Lowell likes to treat his new pets, it would only make sense to have him wear something to discourage him from wanting Stone more than the one time he actually did.
I never would have guessed that he likes dick as much as he likes pussy, I muse to myself as I glance at our new toy.
“How the tables have turned,” I say softly to him.
Lowell lets out a noise; something between a sob and a laugh, as he leans his head back against the wall and looks up at us.
“Alright. I get it; you’re pissed off, I would be too. Don’t you think this is taking it too far?” he asks, still attempting to steady his breathing.
“You really should shoot him. I’m sick of him already. Wait; do we have to feed him?” Stone asks, getting to his feet and pulling off the prosthetic. He tosses it at Lowell’s face, who turns away with angry tears streaming down his face.
“I’ll think about it, but I’m sure if he gets hungry enough he’ll find a way to get over to Honey Bee, don’t you?” I ask, giving him a meaningful glance.
“You are fucking wicked, Babe,” Stone replies with a laugh. “Come on, let’s go upstairs and see if we can make a home out of this shithole. I’m tired of looking at him and I wanna take a shower.”
He slips an arm around my waist and as we make our way toward the stairs, Lowell starts hurling angry insults at us. How we’ll never be anything more than whores, how we’ll get what’s coming to us, how people will come looking for him and Honey Bee.
And maybe he’s right. Maybe we will get what’s coming to us one day and maybe there will be a little search party for him and the Queen of Skid Row, but that day won’t come any time soon and when it does, we’ll be long gone by then looking for a new home in a new place.
That’s the thing about finding someone that’s as fucking crazy as you are; they’re always willing to play a game every now and then just to keep the romance alive.
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