Page 31 of Night Blind

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, arrogance,” she said. “In that messed up head of his, he is going to actually think I am coming home to him for more of his sexual prowess.”

“Now I’m lost, and honestly, I think I would like to stay in the woods, allowing my mind to wander aimlessly, but you have me hooked, so now I have to know,” Mustang responded.

Helen held the book in her lap. Her hand rested on the cover. Neatly trimmed, unpolished nails ran along the spine of the book, and she also took a beat.

“I was chained and collared when he took me by force on the floor in front of the women,” she said. “His knowledge of a woman’s body forced mine to respond to him, making the muscles contract. Before he released me, and after he cut up my feet and breasts, his mouth was used to provide me with a going away gift from him. He is going to believe I’m coming back to him for more.”

Mustang leaned forward, his hands on his knees. “I’m so sorry that happened to you, Helen.”

“I’m looking at it from a feigned attempt at being mentally healthy,” she said. “Hell, it had been so long since a man touched me, ole Cinderella down there started acting up, thinking somebody was finally paying her some attention, and she was going to the Ball at the palace. Only the Prince turned out to be a creep, and she was just happy to be out of the cage. I can’t be mad at her, though; the poor baby had been dick deprived for so long, she was simply happy to be spit on.”

Mustang fell back on the couch, his eyes wide in disbelief. “For the people in the cheap seats, who in this scenario is Cinderella?”

“My vagina,” she said, looking at him with a straight face.

“Sis, I don’t know whether to laugh or to hug you,” he said solemnly. He opened his mouth to follow up the statement, but a chime rang out in the background followed by the sound of a cash register ringing a sale.

“What is that?” she asked, looking around. Cherry’s Technician phone was charging on the table. Helen raised itslowly in her hand. The green bubbles indicated two messages from an unknown texter. “Should I open it?”

“Yes,” he said, waiting to see how she would react to the new bit of information she would learn about what they did for a living. The reaction on her face registered no response as she read the first message. It was the second message which made her look up at him.

“It appears that the second asshole I aerated was a high-value target The Company has been trying to nail down. It would seem as if there is a bonus given on top of the normal payout for the assignment,” she said, looking at the figures. She’d never seen that dollar amount, not even on a W2 at the end of her work year.

In one night, the one assignment made enough to cover her living for an entire year and then some. Helen knew of families of four to six deep who survived on a third of what the assignment had made in an evening for ridding the world of two creeps. Tonight, she planned to rid the world of one more.

Mustang was taking notice. “Your quietness can be unnerving.”

“Evidently, not unnerving enough,” she whispered. “Let’s get some kip before we roll into The Collector’s camp. I need to get my head right.”

She picked up the book she’d been reading and flipped open the pages to continue Chapter 11 of the novel. Currently, they were staying at an inn an hour and fifteen minutes away from The Collector’s doll house. The plan was to arrive at 11:30.

Mustang’s plan was to have the police arrive at 11:42.

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Helen didn’t dress in all black. On the contrary, she wore a low-cut white dress, high heels, and a push-up bra which showed off the deep cuts in the flesh of her breasts given courtesy ofThe Collector, one Stanton Rogers. The full lips, painted a garish red, were shined up, appearing lacquered in the finish. In her left dress pocket, she stored Cherry’s favorite micro-Smith and Wesson 9mm, and in her right, a bottle of wine.

She walked up to the front door of the home with burglar bars, a wrought iron locking glass screened door, and lots of locks on the front door. The same pungent smell of sour meat and cabbage crept through the crevices of the doors as she rang the doorbell. She heard locks tumbling open as he opened the door wide and stared at Helen in disbelief.

“Hello, Stanton; missed me?” she asked, leaning forward a little to show off the breasts where the scars showed from his cuts.

“My Chocolate Queen?” he asked, his mouth wide, the bulge in his pants growing.

“Are you going to let me in so I can take care of that for you?” she asked, looking at the bulge and licking her lips. “I must admit, there were nights I thought about you, realizing sadly, a sister didn’t cum like that for nobody else before or after you.”

She grabbed the handle of the door, yanking at it hard and jolting him from his trance. She pulled it, almost salivating as she looked at the erection in his pants. She pressed her breasts to the wrought iron. The coolness of the contact with the frosty glass made the nipples erect.

“Stanton, baby, are you telling me after all those visits to my house, leaving me presents on my pillow and wanting to be inside of me, now that I’m here, you’re not going to let me in?” she asked, pulling hard at the door. “Come on, Stanton. You know you want a mouthful of this chocolate muffin. Can’t you almost taste me?”

He swallowed hard. His eyes were wide. “Is this a trap?”

“Do you see anybody with me? Okay, fine,” she said, turning to leave. “I thought you missed this tight little body and makingme cum so hard for you. I even took a bath in bleach water to wash away the ickies before coming back to you. Damn it, Stanton, I’m wet as hell too. I just knew. I just knew you were going to welcome me home.”

Helen took three steps toward leaving the porch when she heard the lock on the glass door turn. “My Chocolate Queen,” he said, hoarse, his throat dry. “I looked for you. I couldn’t find you. I thought you didn’t love me anymore.”

“Listen, when a man makes a woman cum like that with little to no effort, a lady has to come back for more,” she told him. “I can’t wait. What you did with your mouth and fingers, good grief, it keeps me up at night.”

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