really for not scanning your dossier before coming to speak with
you. You wouldn’t be the first young knight to slay his princess here at the
Battleroy,” he said and nudged Brandt.
“Yes, well slay, I suppose I did,” Brandt said and clapped
Mr. Conway on the back.
They both had a long chuckle over Mr. Conway’s clever use
of metaphor. Nellie seemed to relax once she heard Brandt and Mr. Conway’s
guffaws. She walked over to my suitcase and pulled out my clothes and threw
them on the floor. Then she walked all over them with her filthy shoes as she
stomped on my clothes.
“Okay, I’m done here, Mr. Therrault,” Mr. Conway said when
he and Brandt stopped laughing. “You’ll be with us all week, correct?”
Brandt looked at Mr. Conway and his eyes shifted back and forth.
“Actually, yes and no. You see, I have to leave this evening to go back to
Boston, soon really,” Brandt said and looked at his watch. “I’m in college.”
“Oh?” Mr. Conway said.
“Law school, actually,” Brandt said. “Harvard.”
“Oh,” Mr. Conway said, “very nice!”
“Anyway, I have work that I couldn’t get out of, you know
the rigors of law school, or maybe you don’t,” Brandt said and winked at Mr.
Conway. “I do have to return to Boston. Sophia, my wife, Sophia will be staying
here alone, but I will return Sunday.”
“Ha!” I said.
“Of course, Mr. Therrault,” Mr. Conway said. “So, I should
give the voucher to your wife?”
“Actually no, best give it to me, okay? Like I said, I
don’t want to cause my wife any potential embarrassment. This type of thing,”
Brandt said and turned to look at the bedroom door, “well, this type of thing
could leave deep wounds.”
“Yes, of course,” Mr. Conway said and bowed his head. “How
silly of me to suggest that. I’ll have it waiting for you at the front desk.”
“That sounds perfect. I’ll be leaving in less than an
hour,” Brandt said and opened the door for Mr. Conway to leave. “That drive
back to Boston can be brutal.”
“Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Therrault. There
will be no further interruptions from this hotel,” Mr. Conway said and walked
out the door.
“All hope, now gone,” I said and rested my head against
the beam.
Brandt turned and leaned the back of his head against the
door. His breath came out in huffs and puffs as he slid down the door and
landed on the floor. He sat and stared out the bay window in the living room
and watched the sun setting.
It figured Brandt would spin my murder into his sexual
prowess and glean a vacation opportunity out of the whole ordeal.
Nellie enjoyed herself too. After she spent a few more
moments trying to ruin my clothes, she turned and stared at my body and walked
toward me.
“Sophia,” she said and sat next to me. “Hey Sophia, how
did you enjoy your first, and last, fuck?”
“Very much, thank you,” I screamed down from the rafters.
“Though I will definitely say it was not exactly to die for, you insane fucking
cunt!”
“Answer me, Sophia!” Nellie said as she leaned toward my
face. “Fucking answer me you snobby bitch!”
Nellie sat up on her knees and picked up the candlestick.
She lifted it up high and slammed it down on my stomach. The sound of the
sickening thuds filled the room.
“You fucking bitch,” Nellie said as she hit my body,
“fucking answer me!”
Sweat dripped from her face and she breathed heavily.
“I’m fucking him now, Sophia!” Nellie said. “Just like
I’ve fucked him since we were kids! He came home to me, did you know that? Oh
yes, every time he was with you, he came home to me!”
Nellie flung the candlestick across the room and it landed
on my clothes she dumped on the floor.
She reached down and grabbed my face and leaned over me as
if she wanted to tell me a secret.
“If I had a bucket of acid, I’d pour it over your face.
Nothing would make me happier than to disfigure you. You thought you were too
good for me,
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