Page 14 of Idée Fixe
“Oh come on man,” Nix replies. If he wasn’t my best friend, I’d probably walk up to tower B right now and choke him. “We’ve never seen you like this over a woman.”
“Like fucking what?” I grind out.
“Interested,” Z answers.
“Honestly, Deck, I thought sucking cock was your thing,” X states matter of factly. “And hey, there’s nothing wrong with that-” I switch the earpiece off and pull my phone from mypocket. I have no time to deal with this shit. Especially when mypequeñois running around somewhere and I need to find her.
My chest is heaving as I run through the bodies that are now crammed into the main floor.The Devil In IbySlipknot,pumping through the speakers and everyone sings along. I see Sienna and the others by the bar. Running over, I snatch the bottle of water from her hands and chug half of it.
“What the fuck!” Sienna laughs.
“What the hell happened to you?” Amy exclaims.
Shoving the bottle back into Sienna’s hands I try to steady my breathing. “I was assigned a Caretaker.” I reply breathlessly. “They really do take the list seriously.”
“Yeah, no fucking shit. Are you ok?” Sienna asks brushing my hair back from my face.
Looking around, my eyes land on Deckard, still no mask, just the balaclava. “I’m fine,” I reply to Sienna, not taking my eyes off of him. I watch as he begins to make his way through the crowd. Turning back to the girls, I shrug. “Gotta go!”
Turning back to face him, I lift my hands, flipping him off and bolting for the exit of the warehouse. He wants to chase me; I’ll make it worth his while. Bounding through the archway andlaunching myself through the group of people walking in.
“Excuse me, sorry!” I call over my shoulder. Looking back, I see him standing at the door, the blade of his knife tapping against his thigh. Lifting his hand, he curls his finger in a come here motion. But there’s no fucking way I’m going back there.
If he wants me…
He can chase me outside instead.
I manage to make it to the carparking area. Not that resting right now is an option either. I’ve seen scary movies; the killer is always faster at walking than the victim is at running. My throat is still raw from the fucking assault he hit me with in his private room.
Maybe going to the bathroom to clean my fucking face was the wrong idea but there was no way I was running out looking like a cyclone hit me. And boy did I. Taking a few deep breaths, I calm my nerves a little more, because in a minute I’m gonna have to start running. Peeking over the car, I don’t see anyone in the surrounding area.
It's fucking freezing out here and my coochie lips are practically frozen. When I put all these kinks down on the application, not once did I think I would be chosen, yet here I am running from someone I don’t even know, I haven’t seen his face and yet I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter the more I think about him finally getting hold of me.
What shocked me initially wasn’t the size of him, but more the piercings on the underside of his shaft and the way they grazed along my teeth. The realisation of the length and girth came later.
First of all stop crouching here thinking about his dick and run!
Blowing into my hands, I make the decision to move. The slick feeling between my legs still evident from where the fucker made me squirt twice. I push from the floor, quietly making my way towards the treeline.
Making sure I keep myself crouched low as I possibly can, the cars will at least give me some form of cover. The moment I pass the treeline, I sprint as fast as I can, checking over my shoulder and at every possible angle.
This fucker is nowhere in sight.
Don’t tell me he gave up already and I’m just running around here like a lunatic. The warehouse is also fucking huge so it’s taking me longer to get around it than I expected. The adrenaline from knowing that he’s lurking somewhere is killing me. Not knowing where he is or when I’m eventually going to run into him-
“Hold the door!” I shout to the people that are slowly making their way back in. “Wait!” They all turn back, watching me run towards them and thankfully they hold it open. Slowing myself down, I press my hands to my thighs to take a breather. “Thank you so much,” I chuckle.
My breathing ragged and my chest heaving. I rest my hand on the huge air con unit attached to the side of the warehouse so I can rest for a few seconds. I hear the clicking of someone’s tongue from beside me and I instantly know I fucked up.
“Cairo, Cairo, Cairo,” he patronises me. “Good effortpequeño. Just not good enough.”
Jumping from where I am, I make a beeline for the door, but I’m immediately yanked back. His tight grip in my hair, burning at my scalp. I thought I would have longer to play this game. Am I a little disappointed? Sure. Am I excited for what’s to come… absolutely.
My obsession with Cairo runs deep. I’ve known her for longer than most people know their own kids. Meeting and becoming best friends with her brother during our first tour in Iraq meant that when he took leave, I followed. I had no family back home and enlisted so I had something to do with my life.
The first break we had was at Christmas, I remember it like it was yesterday. His entire family welcomed me with open arms when they barely even knew me. That’s where I first met Cairo, she was eighteen then, and I twenty-one. Watching her walk down the stairs in an oversized Harvard sweatshirt and leggings, it was like I was looking at an angel.
Sam introduced us both and she immediately hugged me.‘Sam loves bringing home strays. So, welcome home.’The first words she ever said to me. ‘Welcome home.’ From then on, every single tour, we wrote to each other. I called her when things were rough, and we built something special. A friendship. Sam was fully aware of this and had no problems.
