Control, Sam, Control Part 3

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Inside she felt as though she were in the eye of some insidious storm, for whilst she had remained the same everything around her had been twisted into an unrecognisable landscape. Her thoughts echoed inside Sam’s head as he poured himself a cup of coffee and waited for the morning’s entertainment to begin.

The train may have been some delusion but last night….her eyes drifted to the bathroom door and she shivered…..that was no illusion. Someone….something had happened to her in there and it had a sentience which made her fear it that it had not been a chance encounter.

Sam whispered softly to the empty room, as the snake spoke to Eve.

“Maybe it is just delusions, maybe I’m losing my mind?”

Maybe it was delusions, she thought, though if that were the case she needed some professional help before she lost her mind completely. She did not feel mad although, with the way her feelings had been in flux recently, she did not know what she was feeling right now.

Her heartbeat began to settle and her fear began to recede as her thought drifted to Debbie again. Mind you if that changing-room was madness bring it on girl! Flashes of Debbie’s pussy began to fill her mind as the naughtiness of the showers made her spread her legs and explore her wetness.

Sam showered as he kept her in view. This was a pleasant surprise for he’d only intended to keep her calm until lover-boy woke up. He’d known she had a wicked side but she had begun to embrace her sexual freedom much faster than he could have dared to hope for.

Susan placed a single finger inside her vagina and began to rub her clitoris softly. She was stunned by the ocean she found waiting for her and also by the crackle of pleasure that arched through her images of Debbie. Those shining Hazel eyes, that perfect rear when she bent over, the sight of her fingers as she washed her pussy just too slowly to hide the secret thrill.

Susan felt the room melt as the passion warmed her skin, making the world into just one supreme crusade for intense, sweet release. As she built further she saw Debbie slip from her mind ; replaced by the man she had encountered last night. How could she have forgotten that dream?

Her heart raced her to the finishing post as she suddenly saw, smelt and tasted the vivid images from a few hours ago. It was the most intense dream she’s ever had and it still felt so real even when replayed for a second time.

Good for you sweetheart, Sam thought as he felt the warm water wake him gently, focus on everything that made your heart sing and remember how Gary was not involved. He could feel she was about to reach an incredible climax and, whilst tempted to enjoy it with her, Sam decided a little more aversion therapy would be of more use.

A simple wave of his hand was enough to nudge Gary awake. His hangover hit him almost as fast as the realisation that Susan was masturbating next to him, groaning like he had never heard before even when they were making love. Gotta love the male ego, thought Sam with a smile, here it comes….

“Susan!”

Her name echoed inside her private pleasure dome and reverberated until every image on ever pain had been shattered, leaving her naked, alone and robbed of her chance to feel Heaven. Her anger was only contained by her breathlessness as she hissed her reply

“What?”

Gary was taken aback by her vehemence but did not let it show

“What are you doing?”

Inside she screamed ‘finding the release and comfort you were to drunk to give me’
Before she remembered that she needed to talk to him. She mellowed as her unspent passion began to hide her adrenaline into more diplomatic places.

“I was just playing with myself, love, that’s all”

“I’ve never seen you get that high before. What were you thinking about?”

She was too savvy not to know that he meant ‘who’ with his ‘what’. Oh great, he’s getting insecure about it. His question brought some of the images flooding back to her and she found it hard to tell him a lie

“You and how you looked last night”

Gary smiled and held her as she died inside. Of all the things to tell him, you had to tell him that his actions last night made you horney today? She had salved his ego at the cost of resurrecting her fears, causing her to feel unsure at the very time she needed to be clear with her words.

Sam dressed as he closed his mind. He had work to do and the weeds were set to grow without his help, if he knew Gary like he thought he did. He’d decided to get the edited hightlights from Susan later and at the same time to give her some space, enough to lower her guard again and to see what she would try on her own.

Sam left 10 minutes later and heard the sounds of raised voices coming from 1412 as he passed by. He reached for his mobile and dialed the number that Susan had obtained for him yesterday.

“Hello”

The voice was hurried as, looking at the time, he had hoped it would be

“Hello, sorry to disturb you but I was on the train to Lexington yesterday and I saw you leave one of your notebooks on the seat as you left. In the crush I could not catch you up but I did overhear you and another lady swap numbers so I thought I’d call you. If you don’t need it or anything then I’m sorry….”

“…errrm…ok, thank you. I was not aware I’d lost one but then I have a few to keep track of.”

“I assume you are a student given that the notes are all based on essay titles. I’d be happy to swing by your University today and drop them off if you are going to be in”

“Thank you, are you sure? It’s very nice of you Mr?”

“Mr Grant, Samuel Grant, and it’s no trouble at all. Which Uni. are you at?”

“The main one, of 14th street”

“I know it. Ok, I’ll drop the book off this morning on my way to work. Who should I ask for?”

“Debbie Mitchell, I’m in 1st year law. Thanks again Sam, see you soon”

The phone went dead and Sam entered the hotel lobby. Approaching reception he skimmed over a copy of the local telephone book.

Debbie Mitchell… right number….there you are, my sweet. He noted the address and entered the city rush hour.

Sam arrived at the University an 30 minutes later. He knew by then that lectures should have started and that he would have a couple of hours to prepare before he met Debbie. First thing was first, however, and that was to get past reception.

“Can I help you?”

The receptionist had spotted him as he entered the door and it took him off-guard for a second.

“erm…yes, thank you. My name is Samuel Cody and I have just moved into Lexington from upstate. I am about to finish my year-out and I hoped to complete my degree here next semester.”

The receptionist looked at him with a side-ways glance. Not too many students turned up in a business suit, even when they were accepted, but hey maybe this one had standards? She laughed to herself.

“Ok Mr Cody, we have a prospectus here if you would like to take one away”

“Thanks but I was hoping to talk to someone if I could?”

Ok, so this was going to be the stubborn-type. Never mind she could fob him off with Mr Deakin.

“That’s fine, I’ll just ring Mr Deakin who is the admissions director and see if he is free”

As she reached to pick up the phone, Sam placed his hand in his pocket.

“Odd, I seem to have no dialling-tone from this desk. I am sorry, Mr Cody, would you mind waiting here whilst I use another phone down the hall?”

Sam shook his head and gave her a sweet smile before sitting down.

Deakin was hard to reach and it had taken her 10 minutes before she could ask him to come downstairs. When she returned to see reception empty she cursed the impatience of people these days and then turned to use the hall-phone again.

Sam was on the second-floor by then. He opened his mind to Debbie and felt her presence guide him to her lecture-hall, before he peered in to see her sat on the third row back. Some 60 other students surrounded her, in various states of interest as the lecturer talked about the nuances of Walker Vs The People, 1848.

Sam walked down the hall a while and found a chair to sit in. He could feel a strangeness about the connection to Debbie which surprised him for, even though it took a while to become solid sometimes, this was a vagueness between stages one and two of which he had previously been unaware. He could see through her but not hear her surface thoughts, could feel her heartbeat but not her pussy.

Time to experiment, my friend. He closed his eyes and moved towards the breasts that had so thrilled him in the gym, starting with the softest lick of her cotton shirt. Debbie was too engrossed in the lecture to notice as Sam penetrated that flimsy layer to see her bra, straining against the odds to contain the treasure beneath. He also saw the 3-inch silver crucifix.

He placed his hands around the back of her bra, underneath the shirt but not touching the skin, and then swiftly undid the clasp. Debbie felt the pressure on her breasts flee as he bra sprang open but, enclosed as she was by 5 students on each side, she could do little more than curse to herself and make a mental note to fix it once the lecture was over.

Sam could see her eyes dart to her chest and knew she was distracted. Timing it with her breathing he broke the chain holding the crucifix and it dropped into the waist of her skirt then, with a little help, it entered her panties and came to rest just inside her pussy. The two arms slightly held the lips apart whilst the stem rested against her clitoris.

Debbie froze as she felt it drop and tried to compose herself when it had finally come to land. Her first instinct was to move a little, let it drop down her leg and to the floor, but when she began to wriggle it seemed to have made matters worse. Instead of falling out it had flattened and when she had moved back to where she started she felt it penetrate her, with the arms now on her clitoris and the stem on her g-spot.

Debbie was horrified at the symbolism of it all but it seemed that nothing short of removing her panties, hardly a current option, was going to move it. She decided to tough out the rest of the lecture and then wait until everyone had left the hall.

Sam was enjoying looking at her breasts almost as much as her visible, if subtle, discomfort at her current situation. He savoured it for a minute before withdrawing and kneeling before her, his hands spread to touch the wooden bench where she was sitting. Focusing some of his energy on the bench he began.

Debbie felt a very slow vibration running through the bench she was sitting on, as if someone were drilling something nearby and the affects were shaking her part of the room. She assumed it was a passing truck and tried to pay it no heed but it grew and, worse, it was making the lightweight crucifix vibrate even faster.

She had played with a vibrator before but they had always been so heavy and hard to manoeuvre. Suddenly she was feeling a featherweight vibration that was stimulating her clitoris and G spot at the same time and the sensation was incredible, yet her guilt, shame and confusion caused her to freeze.

Debbie leant forward to try to move the vibrations away to a safer area but to no avail. As she did so she noticed that the women on either side had also reacted to the vibrating bench, spreading their legs slightly and leaning forward to enable their pleasure to begin. Unlike her, however, they were feeling nothing but a mild, cheap thrill. She was building and becoming more animated because of it.

Sam took this moment to grab some of her loos pubic hair himself and eat it. The current proximity seemed to allow stage two to finally become established and he entered her mind on a fishing trip.

He was assailed by links to the bible and it was clear Debbie was an active Christian, currently feeling a lot of religious guilt over her joy. He was aware of just how close to climax she was and so he slowed down the vibrations, just enough to keep her enslaved but insufficient to give her release, whilst he hunted through her other surface thoughts.

The pleasure linked to a vibrator she had at home….which was hidden from David, her boyfriend of 2 years…..whom she did not allow to touch her because she was saving herself for marriage. Sam had never met a virgin who was 18 before and, for a small second, he wondered if he should be here.

Since when did you have pity for one of them? What is the matter with you? About time this poor girl had some fun, anyhow.

Debbie felt the vibration slow and almost felt disappointed, despite herself. She hoped it would ease enough to allow her to leave the hall but instead it began to intensify again, this time moving slowly in and out of her vagina as it moved. It had very little physical impact, remaining pressed against her g-spot and clit, but psychologically it struck her that this was the first time she had felt something move that way inside her. She was hypnotised by the steady rhythm and the vibrations that teased her ever closer to the edge.

Sam moved inside her panties to enjoy the sight, sound and smell of her orgasm as he gently allowed her to find sweet release. Debbie sat back in a controlled yet rigid movement, eyes screwed closed, as she enjoyed her silent freedom.

Her mind was a flood of emotions, guilt, pleasure, excitement, bewilderment and fear. She needed to get out of there and she did, as soon as her breath returned and allowed her to make her excuses. She passed the empty chair down the hall and went to the ladies toilet to recover, whilst Sam shadowed her and stayed in contact.

20 minutes later she felt composed enough to leave. Sam knew she was feeling so guilty about what had happened in there that she intended to go to the Friday evening service tonight, something she rarely did. First however, having forgot them in her rush, she needed to go back into the lecture hall and collect her bag and books.

When she had them she went downstairs out into the street, where she ran into a man who was wearing a business suit. She said

“Oh, I’m sorry”

“No worries, I should not be here as it is. I’m late. Did you just come from inside there?”

“Yes, why?”

“It’s just that I am looking for a Debbie Mitchell, she’s a student here and I was meant to bring her a book of notes she dropped this morning. I ended up being late for work and now I am looking for her”

“Sam?”

Sam feigned surprise

“Debbie….? Wow, small world! That’s saved me a hunt. Here you go”

He handed her a book of notes he had taken from her bag. Debbie looked at it and Sam could here her think “I could have sworn I packed this today?” before, in her hurry to move on, she just accepted it as deja vue

“Thank Sam, you are an angel! See you around”

She hurried off to grab some lunch as Sam thought, see you later.

Sam had changed into casual clothes by the time he arrived to the church. He timed his arrival to be 5 minutes after Debbie had gone inside, with a stick-insect man he presumed to be David. He then entered and smiled as the vicar welcomed him

“Hello, it’s always nice to see a new face”

“I’m new to this district. Pleased to meet you, I am Samuel Grant.”

“Welcome again Mr Grant, I am sure you will find this church to be a friendly one”

As the conversation with the Priest continued, Sam enhanced Debbie’s hearing and made her focus upon it. As Sam’s name was mentioned she instinctively turned round and, recognising a face that had helped her today, smiled at him.

Feigning surprise, Sam smiled shyly back and then made a slow walk towards her.

“Hi again. Hey, I don’t suppose I could sit with you two tonight could I? My old church is not a formal as this one and I am afraid I am going to look a fool”

Sam knew he had guessed right with his approach as he felt the wave of empathy wash over Debbie.

“Sure, Sam – we were all knew once, don’t worry”

Sam knew enough church from his childhood to fake most of it. The rest he simply looked at Debbie and she helped him through. He kept a respectful distance from her and waited for his moment to happen.

40 minutes into the service the vicar stood up and offered communion to the congregation, finishing with the words

“Although we are many we are one flesh, for we all drink from the same cup”

The congregation began to file forward as Sam ensured he was between Debbie and David. As the shuffled forward he took out his handkerchief to stifle a cough, whilst placing inside his mouth some of his own pubic hair and semen which he had ground to the finest powder.

They approached the altar and Sam knelt down with Debbie alongside him. David was forced to move to the far end as Debbie had taken the final place. The Vicar moved along the row.

“The body of Christ”

He presented each person with a piece of bread. Sam took it and lodged it in his gum, away from the hair.

“The blood of Christ, shed for you”

He presented each person with a chalice, which they sipped and then said “Amen”. The Vicar stood over Sam

“The blood of Christ, shed for you”

Sam took a sip and in an imperceptible move he washed it over the hair, before releasing it back into the chalice.

The vicar stood over Debbie

“The blood of Christ, shed for you”

She took a sip and said “amen”.

Sam felt the DNA enter her system and said “amen”

The late cry made the Vicar and Debbie look at him. He adopted a sheepish “sorry, I’m new look” and they thought nothing more of it.

The service continued for another 20 minutes but Sam was only half-listening. He was trying to fine-tune stage 3 inside Debbie as she sang but her conscious state made it hard to do without causing suspicion. Nonetheless, he felt sure that he would have enough in a few hours to make her act on something already within her.

After the service Sam thanked Debbie and David for their friendship and left on good terms with them. He needed to check on Susan.

Finding her would have been hard in the old days, given his limited range, but thanks to a silent mobile-phone call he was able to get enough linear trace on her mind. She was eating at a diner in downtown and, when he arrived, he soon knew why.

Gary had listened with incredulity to her when she had tried to be honest. He was never the most sensitive man but when she described having an intense orgasm on the train and being spanked in the bathroom by an invisible force (she had left out Debbie for she thought that unconnected) he had swung between jealousy and laughter. All he kept saying was that she needed to see a doctor, she was clearly either delusional or that this was some wacky way to tell him that she was having an affair, and to call him when she’d come to her senses.

Susan was eating alone tonight with a heavy heart. Sam was truly shocked to find that this bothered him. Anyway, he thought, that was the story so far and it meant he had a busy night ahead. She had seen the doctor and he had suggested it was stress-induced erotic fantasia, requiring a few days rest and then a repeat visit, so she intended to stay home all weekend. Sam knew where to find her and that is all that counted right now…..but his heart was heavy as he saw her face from afar.

Sam – you are getting tired, old friend. One big night and then you gotta rest, ok….you are having some weird thoughts.

It was 9pm and Sam reached Debbie’s house after removing his pubic hair. He opened his mind to her and saw her eating supper with her family, having kissed David goodbye and scolded him for having roaming hands. Time was short and Sam had to move fast.

As Debbie ate she began to remember the sensation of the crucifix between her legs. The vibrations and the slow, pumping motion which had captivated her despite herself. She felt the wetness as she reminisced and made her excuses to take a walk around the block.

Sam walked behind her as she took in the night air, feeding her thoughts.

Debbie began to wonder if there was anything sinful in getting a dildo? She did, after all, have a vibrator and a dildo was not a man so she’s still be a virgin? And a dildo would let her feel that pumping sensation again, only far more so…

It took 10 minutes of increased heart rate and guilt-suppression before Debbie was in her car and driving downtown. Sam was a discreet distance behind, as any puppet-master should be.

He saw her enter an adult store and felt her guilt, excitement and thrill as she walked amongst the wares. The assistant was a woman who had clearly seen the nerves of her potential client, especially when she hovered around the dildos. OK, first-timer……take it easy , Jane

“Hiya honey, I see you are looking at the fun stuff”

The voice was soft and came from behind. When Debbie turned slowly around she was melted by a sweet smile and a “hey, it’s cool” expression. She told Jane what she wanted.

“We’ve got two main types. The first is the old-fashioned, do it yourself dildo which you insert and move by hand. It’s fine but some ladies find it a little disconcerting to have to have one arm ‘down there’ all the time. The second is the new-generation, strap on and motorised.”

“Motorised?” Debbie said with a laugh

“I know hunny, but we are not talking about on wheels here”

They giggled

“It’s a simple strap-on which you put onto your hips and then insert it insider yourself. You set it off and it simulates a man, only it builds to ‘finish’ in whatever time you like – be it 5 or 30 minutes”

“I don’t know which to go for”

“The new ones have cyber-skin, feel a lot more real and to be honest are a lot easier to use. You just set the timer and enjoy the ride”

Debbie was going for economy, guilty enough at even being here, but Sam made her remember that the more expensive ones were easier. You’re inexperienced, Debbie, so you need easy……

Debbie set off back home with her purchase like a schoolgirl who has just taken a packer of cigarettes from the store. She went straight upstairs and locked her door.

Sam parked his car and walked slowly to her front door. From inside Debbie he could hear her parents were upstairs so he had no fear when he passed through and ascended to the spare bedroom.

He laughed as he watched Debbie come to terms with the instruction booklet. It had more positional diagrams than a college-team offence but Sam suggested to her that noise was going to be the main problem. The dildo was ok but, if she liked it, she might scream and alert her parents.

Debbie had thought about how to use this thing and had decided, given the potential noise, that she should use it in doggy-style – that way her face could be muffled in a pillow and she could mute any cries. She strapped the device onto herself as Sam moved from the spare room towards her door, which he opened silently as she placed her face onto the pillow.

Debbie was beautiful when she presented herself, Sam thought, and he could only hope David got to enjoy it one day (assuming he every reached puberty of course). Inside her mind Debbie felt herself slowly place the dildo into her vagina whilst, in the outside world, Sam undressed himself and placed his erection into her virginity.

Debbie gasped as Sam’s naked cock entered her wetness. She had no idea what ‘real’ felt like but if this dildo was anything to go by, the day could not come soon enough when she married David.

Sam was careful to subtly numb the area around her pussy and also to moderate himself. The only thrust she must feel is from the hip, not any weight, just the thrust. For the moment anyway.

He noticed she had modestly set the timer for 5 minutes and he suggested she turn it up. Debbie decided that this was too good to end and she turned the dial up to maximum.

Sam began to reduce the oxygen that Debbie could absorb, whilst speeding up her heart rate, to cause her to feel incredibly light-headed. Debbie felt the pleasure take her higher and higher, the room began to melt and swirl but the thrust continued to ground her. The nearest she had felt to this was at the dentist; they had used gas on her before an extraction. She was just at the point where all she could see was a speck of light, only this time she felt the constant, pleasurable, thrusts that emanated from her pussy and they kept her conscious.

Sam felt her mind focus and her senses shrink until she became little more than a machine that lusted for the engine to keep it operational. Now he could move close, holding her hips and thrusting deeply, whilst her body registered nothing but the new intensity between her legs.

Debbie began to moan…….stifled by the pillow but still a pleasing note of triumph to Sam’s ears. He removed the last bastions of her mental self-constraint as he removed last constraints on his pleasure.

“Oh…………” she moaned

“Oh……..God………….”

“Fuck me………”

“Oh my God………….”

“My God………fuck me”

Already am, my angel, thought Sam as he claimed her pussy with his seed.

He got his breath back whilst he made her fall into sleep. Once he felt her to be sufficiently deep he dipped the dildo into her vagina, covering it with her juices whilst removing all external traces of himself. Sweet dreams

Sam left in a hurry. It was 10pm and this was only half of what he needed to achieve tonight if the next few days were going to work. He drove into the night like a man possessed and, unknown to him, he was.

Gary awoke with a jolt. His head ached, his arms ached, his chest barely functioned and his legs felt like lead. He tried to remember the last thing he could but it was a blur of being in bed, a shadow, being pinned to the bed somehow and then being beaten into darkness again.

He looked up at a warehouse ceiling, poorly illuminated but clearly covered with cobwebs. It was only when he tried to sit up that he realised that his hands and feet were firmly tied to a steel table.

“Hello Gary”

It was a young, male voice but none that he recognised.

“Hello?”

His own voice, too loud through fear, had echoed all around the walls.

A gun barrel appeared between his eyes

“I guess I do not have to tell you that unless you obey me, you are going to die today?”

The voice was inhumane now - too cold to be a man and too formed to be the robot it seemed to come from.

Gary remained silent.

“Good. I’d hate to have to kill you for, in fact, I am a very humane person. Some things need to be done and then you will be free to go home to Susan”

The name shocked Gary. How did he know about Susan? This was not just a random encounter.

“Okay, anything you want , that’s fine. I have money …”

The sentence was cut off by an electric charge that paralysed him for a second, the second it took for his body to explode in pain.

“I DON’T WANT YOUR MONEY”

The shouting assailed Gary from every wall into both ears, time and time again. Then it seemed the voice had regained composure.

“Gary, you cannot buy your way out of this. That face of yours is not going to charm you out of this and those muscles, steroid-based of course, are not going to fight your way out of this. Just obey and you’ll be fine. You can trust me”

Gary felt the table move to the upright position and he saw a dark hole where the rest of the interior must be. He slumped forward under his own weight, with his binds now knawing at his neck and limbs. The gun was pointed at his temple again as he felt a hood move over his face, followed by a slow untying on his bonds. He felt himself being placed in a chair before being retied.

“Comfortable?”

“Yes”

“I knew you were a good liar. Let’s begin”
“Now you have a choice, Gary. Admit you always fantasised about this and focus on that fantasy, thus allowing yourself to become hard, or take both of you to Heaven based on your purity of thought. 60 seconds again”

She was shocked when the penis in her mouth began to harden and, despite the situation, she felt betrayed and dirty that he had wanted this all these years.

“Good, now that we have that one settled, I need Gary to lie you down and fuck you face-to-face. Eyes open all the time folks or I will punish you”

Gary laid his sister down and entered her. She was so dry he had to force himself into her, causing her to yelp in pain as she began to bleed.

“Seems like it was a one-way thing, Gary. No matter…..at least you will have fun. Proceed”

The command was punctuated with a gunshot over his head.

Gary died inside as he saw the pain and humiliation in his sisters eyes. Every thrust, whilst making him feel natural pleasure, also made him feel natural pain. He did everything he could to make it short but that just increased the frequency of each painful thrust for her. Eventually he came and she pushed him away with more hatred than she had ever known before.

Sam did not care about her. This was merely a fitting end for Gary and she was a bit player. Consequently he was happy to lift her into her chair again and tie her down, whilst he put his gun away and focused on the main event.

“You are a cock sucker and man who wants to fuck his own sister”

Gary felt himself lifted from the floor by a blow that knocked him into the far wall, stunning him. In his dazed state he barely felt a pole moving under his body, nor the binds which hog-tied him to it.

He floated slowly until he rested between two uprights. Sam lit a massive petrol fire beneath him and the uprights began to rotate him, very slowly. The heat singed Gary’s hair and made his internal organs scream for mercy, a cry he soon repeated.

“The crime is your life. The sentence, your death”

Gary’s sister screamed as she saw what was happening to her brother.

Sam moved towards here with a blade in his hand

“We can have a little chat whilst we wait, my dear. What should we talk about?”

Susan had decided to wait until Monday night before she contacted Gary. It gave her some thinking time and, maybe, it might give him some time to cool-down. She was annoyed to hear his answer-phone because that meant he was out, probably enjoying himself with his mates and not giving her a second thought.

As she put the phone down the doorbell rang. She moved over to the door and looked through the peephole – that seemed strangely familiar yet, try as she might, she could not place where.

Sam stood outside the door and waited for her memories to stop fighting him before ringing again.

“Who is it?”

“Sorry to disturb you, my name is Samuel Jackson. I am a private-investigator who has been hired by Gary’s family”

The words shocked her into opening the door.

“What’s wrong?”

“I regret to inform you, ma’am, that Gary has been missing for nearly 3 days now. I think I have the answer but I need to verify it with you first if I may. May I come in?”

“Of course”

Susan invited Sam in and made him a cup of coffee. Sam went through all the usual preliminaries before he presented her with his dossier.

“You see, Ma’am…”

“Susan, please”

“Thank you. You see, Susan , I think Gary left of his own accord. I have withdrawals from his account 300 miles from here, a typed note I think came from his home PC which seems to indicate a motive. I am sorry to have to ask you to verify this, but could you?”

Sam handed her a note. It said Gary was leaving because he could no longer live with his life in Lexington, that Susan had betrayed him or had gone insane and that he wanted to make a new life with his sister.

Susan read it with shock. She had known he was upset when she left him, but this?

He’s betrayed you, Susan, and you need to break down over that. The thoughts in Sam’s mind were soon inside Susan and she lost control.

She felt Sam’s strong arms around her

“Hey, Susan, I know it must be hard for you right now. I do a lot of this kind of work and it never gets any easier”

Sam made sure that Susan was unable to recover before he had offered to make her a drink and, as she sat there looking weak and pitiful, to make her something to eat before she went to bed.

Susan did not feel hungry but as the hours past she felt she needed this man to be around her, if only to help her find her feet again. She agreed on the proviso that she might not eat much.

As Sam cooked his pre-brought ingredients he looked over at Susan. He began to reminise on the times he was a young boy, as alone then as she was now, and his heart began to melt. Or that time when he fell and scraped his knee and only his sister was there to comfort him.

Sam jolted up. Sister? What sister? You are beginning to scare me, my friend. Get come control over yourself and stop blabbering, ok?

Sam served the meal but by that time, only partly under his influence, Susan was on her second bottle of wine. He could feel she was a wreck in search of a salvager but, after all, that was the idea.

They ate a simple stew. Susan noted only that she was unaware she had any chicken in the fridge but, as it was here, she must have. The man before her began to melt into a fusion of desperation, for comfort and protection.

Sam played it cool that night. The seed alone was not enough, he wanted to taste the fruit. They kissed a soft goodnight as she , reluctantly, saw him walk down the road.

An hour later she was in bed, the flesh of her boyfriend still digesting inside her, as she began to drift to sleep. Sam had grabbed a late-night coffee whilst he planned his next moves.

As she drifted off she experienced a vivid dream, intense heat was burning all around her and she cried with a man’s voice. Suddenly she was tied to a chair as she saw a figure whom, instinctively, she knew being cooked alive. Behind him was a face, not a body, just a face…..clothed in shadows.

She awoke with a scream

“NOOOOOOOO!”

Sam cursed as the coffee cup exploded in his hand. Dammit, must have been cracked..