Page 44 of Vengeance of Childhood Proportions (Till Death Do Us Part #7)
Chapter Thirty-Four
Holly
My timeline was drawing near to an end. With the addition of Alicia and Jerald, four out of five of my cells were once again filled.
That was fine, since I knew the police would soon have the rest in protective custody.
I would spend the next few days with these four and then I would collect the last ones.
Alicia’s fear of getting fat had been a difficult torture to come up with, and I honestly had been a bit disappointed that I hadn’t been able to come up with anything other than fat mirrors like what are found at a carnival, but I was rather pleased by her horror-filled reaction to them.
If Jerald Kelly had confided in me about his micro-penis in high school, I would not have made fun of him or thought him less of a man.
Personally, I thought there was nothing wrong with anyone’s body, regardless of what society said they should look like.
But that was before Jerald had participated in my rape.
He might not have stuck his cock inside of me, but he was just as complicit.
Therefore, I had no qualms about sticking his baby-dick in a cock cage and refusing to allow him to keep his underwear as I had the others. I wanted them to see what he was ashamed of, what he’d spent thousands of dollars trying to ‘fix’.
If he wanted the cock cage off, he had to step into my cell.
My choice to put a cock cage on him had nothing to do with sex or arousal and everything to do with his personal shame. Jason, however, was very much enjoying the sight of Jerald’s dick in the cage. If Jason wanted to act on that, I could care less, but I did not want to be around to see it.
Hannah was currently in my cell with Spanish boots on.
I had been feeling whimsical and had painted the boots red to make them like clown shoes.
I’d promised her that she could take off the boots if she came into my cell, but then she’d tried to use the metal boots to kick me.
So now she was strapped to my table with a heater under the metal boots while I tattooed clown makeup rather poorly onto her face.
Straps kept her head, chin, and neck from being able to move in addition to the ones securing her limbs to the table.
I’d shoved one of Jason’s dirty socks into her mouth when she wouldn’t stop screaming.
In the background, I could hear the homosexual safe-sex tutorial video that was on repeat in Roman’s cell. I remembered him in high school, always the bully but crueler to those who were gay or he thought were gay.
Jason came into my cell.
“They’ll know my name by now,” I told him. “We can get rid of Sam.”
Since Sam was the only body we hadn’t gotten rid of yet, he knew who I was talking about. “Was planning on doing that tonight.”
I nodded, going back to tattooing Hannah’s face. I really was an awful artist. The mirror over Hannah’s face helped her to see my work.
“You want to tell me about last night?”
I paused, lifting the ink gun. “What about last night?”
“You said you weren’t going to meet him at the club and then you snuck out to meet him anyway.”
I rolled my eyes, turning back to Hannah. “I didn’t ‘sneak out’. Don’t be so paranoid. He called late and said he could meet me, so I went. I thought you were asleep so I didn’t say anything. Besides, I’m an adult and don’t need your permission to leave our apartment.”
“You don’t,” he agreed. “But you do need a reality check when it comes to him.”
I turned off the gun, putting it on the table next to me so I could turn towards Jason. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“Break it off, Hols. You’re getting too attached.”
“I am not,” I defended automatically.
Jason’s eyes narrowed. “Did you fuck him last night?”
My cheeks heated. “That’s none of your business, Jason!”
“ You are my business! ” he roared, his voice a behemoth. “And the moment you started sucking that cop’s cock, he became my business too.”
My back stiffened. “I deserve to be happy, Jason! I am doing this so I can move on so I can be happy! And Master Mal makes me happy . Why is that such a crime?”
“People like us don’t get a happily ever after, Hols.
What are you planning on doing? Pack up down here once there’s no one left and pretend like you’re normal ?
Because you’re not. You never will be. And he,” Jason pointed up the concrete stairs to his right, “will never accept you for who you truly are. Best get that through your head now.”
The sudden pain in my chest made it difficult to breathe. “I never planned on giving him the choice of accepting me.”
“Yet you took off your mask for him?”
My eyes shot up. Of course, he’d followed me. Really, I shouldn’t be so surprised. This was Jason , after all.
“I thought we didn’t keep secrets, Hols. I thought you and I were open with one another.”
I made a face, because he was right. If Master Mal was just like any other guy, I wouldn’t feel the need to protect him from Jason. Hell, I might not have even met up with him last night with how exhausted I was, but I wanted to see him.
Jason must have seen something on my face to confirm his suspicions. “Break it off, Hols. I won’t kill him as a favor to you—but only if you break it off.”
Ultimatum given, Jason turned his back on me. I sat there for a long time, just staring at where he’d been. I didn’t realize I’d been crying until I bent back over Hannah and a tear dropped down onto her newly tattooed clown nose.