dizzy and dropped down to the bench.
Vanessa tossed the rest of her hotdog in the garbage and sat next to Jordan. “Should I call an ambulance?”
“No. I just need a moment.”
Vanessa rubbed Jordan’s burning forehead. “I’ll call a cab and get you home.”
Jordan knew what was wrong. She needed Dark Ice. But where would she get it? “I need Zizi’s address,” Jordan blurted out. “You must have it on a credit card receipt or something.”
“I’m not giving you a customer’s address. What is your obsession with that woman?”
Jordan knew that Zizi had access to Dark Ice for clients to drink in her limo. It was possible that Zizi kept some at her house. “Just give me her fucking phone number,” Jordan shouted. “Can you do that?”
Vanessa stood. “I will call you a cab, but that’s it. You need help.”
They did not say another word to each other. Vanessa waited until Jordan was inside the cab, then stomped away. Jordan gave the driver the address for the condo. As the cab pulled away, Jordan thought she might throw up.
Then, she had another thought. She searched through her received calls and dialed the representative from Dark.
“Please give me your identity number.”
Jordan swallowed a lump that formed in her throat. “Nine,” she whispered.
“How may I help you?”
She kept her voice low so the cab driver would not hear. “I need some Dark Ice.”
“That is restricted for your Monday session.”
“I’m not feeling well.”
“Go to the hospital, or call 911.”
“Please, I need it.” Jordan’s shirt had become completely soaked with seat. “I know it’s addictive.”
“How would you know anything about Dark Ice?”
“Someone had it tested.”
“Who?”
“I just know…okay?” The cab driver glanced in the review mirror, then continued driving. Jordan lowered her voice again. “Get me some Dark Ice, or I’m going to the police.”
“Tell me who had the Dark Ice tested and I’ll make sure you get some.”
Jordan had no choice. “It was a male client at Dark...number nineteen.”
41
After the cab pulled away, Jordan had to sit on the curb to regain her strength. Then, she vomited what little she had for lunch.
She took in several deep breaths and stumbled to her feet. It took another fifteen minutes for her to enter the building, get to the elevator, go upstairs, and trudge down the hallway.
When she entered the condo, she went into the bathroom, washed her face, and brushed her teeth. She then made it to the bed and fell backwards onto the pillow.
The front door opened and closed.
Jordan barely had enough strength to yell, “Who’s there?”
Her intruder entered the bedroom wearing his signature black pinstriped suit and yellow latex gloves. His mask was a skull with blood pouring from the teeth. In one hand he carried a glass jug that was black with no labels. In the other hand he had a plastic bottle that was also black without labels.
Skull placed the two items on the nightstand, then reached down and slid off Jordan’s shoes and socks. He then unbuttoned her jeans and gently pulled them down, along with her underwear. He pulled her sweater and shirt off and slid down her bra straps and masterfully reached behind her back and undid the clasp, dropping the clothes on the floor.
Jordan was now completely naked. Her skin had thick drops of sweat. Her heart seemed to be missing beats, yet the blood in her veins furiously pumped without relent.
Skull kneeled next to her, unscrewed the cap on the glass bottle, then lifted the bottle and positioned it next her lips. He used one hand to raise her head, then poured a small quantity into her mouth.
Jordan’s taste buds came alive, knowing the soothing savor of Dark Ice. She grabbed the bottle and chugged down several more gulps.
Skull took the bottle from her and placed it back down on the nightstand. He then picked up the plastic bottle and squirted the clear liquid all over the front of her body.
Vanessa tossed the rest of her hotdog in the garbage and sat next to Jordan. “Should I call an ambulance?”
“No. I just need a moment.”
Vanessa rubbed Jordan’s burning forehead. “I’ll call a cab and get you home.”
Jordan knew what was wrong. She needed Dark Ice. But where would she get it? “I need Zizi’s address,” Jordan blurted out. “You must have it on a credit card receipt or something.”
“I’m not giving you a customer’s address. What is your obsession with that woman?”
Jordan knew that Zizi had access to Dark Ice for clients to drink in her limo. It was possible that Zizi kept some at her house. “Just give me her fucking phone number,” Jordan shouted. “Can you do that?”
Vanessa stood. “I will call you a cab, but that’s it. You need help.”
They did not say another word to each other. Vanessa waited until Jordan was inside the cab, then stomped away. Jordan gave the driver the address for the condo. As the cab pulled away, Jordan thought she might throw up.
Then, she had another thought. She searched through her received calls and dialed the representative from Dark.
“Please give me your identity number.”
Jordan swallowed a lump that formed in her throat. “Nine,” she whispered.
“How may I help you?”
She kept her voice low so the cab driver would not hear. “I need some Dark Ice.”
“That is restricted for your Monday session.”
“I’m not feeling well.”
“Go to the hospital, or call 911.”
“Please, I need it.” Jordan’s shirt had become completely soaked with seat. “I know it’s addictive.”
“How would you know anything about Dark Ice?”
“Someone had it tested.”
“Who?”
“I just know…okay?” The cab driver glanced in the review mirror, then continued driving. Jordan lowered her voice again. “Get me some Dark Ice, or I’m going to the police.”
“Tell me who had the Dark Ice tested and I’ll make sure you get some.”
Jordan had no choice. “It was a male client at Dark...number nineteen.”
41
After the cab pulled away, Jordan had to sit on the curb to regain her strength. Then, she vomited what little she had for lunch.
She took in several deep breaths and stumbled to her feet. It took another fifteen minutes for her to enter the building, get to the elevator, go upstairs, and trudge down the hallway.
When she entered the condo, she went into the bathroom, washed her face, and brushed her teeth. She then made it to the bed and fell backwards onto the pillow.
The front door opened and closed.
Jordan barely had enough strength to yell, “Who’s there?”
Her intruder entered the bedroom wearing his signature black pinstriped suit and yellow latex gloves. His mask was a skull with blood pouring from the teeth. In one hand he carried a glass jug that was black with no labels. In the other hand he had a plastic bottle that was also black without labels.
Skull placed the two items on the nightstand, then reached down and slid off Jordan’s shoes and socks. He then unbuttoned her jeans and gently pulled them down, along with her underwear. He pulled her sweater and shirt off and slid down her bra straps and masterfully reached behind her back and undid the clasp, dropping the clothes on the floor.
Jordan was now completely naked. Her skin had thick drops of sweat. Her heart seemed to be missing beats, yet the blood in her veins furiously pumped without relent.
Skull kneeled next to her, unscrewed the cap on the glass bottle, then lifted the bottle and positioned it next her lips. He used one hand to raise her head, then poured a small quantity into her mouth.
Jordan’s taste buds came alive, knowing the soothing savor of Dark Ice. She grabbed the bottle and chugged down several more gulps.
Skull took the bottle from her and placed it back down on the nightstand. He then picked up the plastic bottle and squirted the clear liquid all over the front of her body.
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