by Lollipop Lust Kill
A short story by Feind Gottes
She looks so pretty doesn’t she Gerald? She could look better though.
Gerald’s apartment was as modest as one can be. The furniture while decent and clean was a mish-mosh of what Gerald had been able to find at the curb on garbage day. He found it amazing what the affluent will throw away. There was a brown leather couch along the back wall which looked black as they entered through the fluorescent light of his small kitchen. In front of the leather couch there was a large coffee table with a few scattered magazines littering its top. Unseen from the vantage point of the kitchen were two chairs, the main chair was an orange monstrosity of a recliner and the other was an ugly floral patterned Queen Anne’s chair. Between the chairs was a small end table with an uninteresting design with a small lamp set upon it.
Gerald led his lady friend into the living room instructing her to have a seat on the couch. He walked to its end and snapped on the tall brass standing lamp. Its intricate design of brass branches and leaves was very much out of place in the humble apartment. Before sitting down with his lovely companion he walked to the far end of the room and turned on the radio for some ambience.
“Would you like a drink? I have pretty much anything you could want at the bar over there.” He said waving his hand over to his humble little bar, also a found curbside treasure.
“Sure sweetie, how ‘bout you surprise me. I’ll drink anything except whiskey, honey.” The woman replied.
“Okay, anything but whiskey, got it.” Gerald smiled at her and walked over to his bar at the kitchen end of the room.
She’s so pretty Gerald. You know that just won’t do Gerald. That isn’t good enough at all.
Gerald only knew how to make a few simple drinks beyond screwdrivers and whiskey on the rocks. He grabbed his mixer and a martini glass, one of the few things in his apartment that didn’t come from someone else’s trash. He poured in a healthy amount of vodka, a dash of triple sec, a splash of lime juice and some cranberry juice. He dropped a few ice cubes in the mixer, replaced the top and shook the mixture vigorously for a few seconds before pouring the cosmopolitan into the martini glass. For himself he poured a club soda over ice in a rocks glass and added a dash of gin. He had no intentions of letting himself get tipsy his companion, however, was a different story.
He handed her the Cosmo setting the mixer with the remaining mixture on a coaster on his coffee table. He was in no hurry to move the evening faster yet though he did start to imagine how it would end. The female companion he had brought home with him this evening was to be a paid one. He had picked her up across town luring her in with a wad of cash and a promise of more. He had brought her here for a “good time”.
She’s so pretty Gerald. Too bad her cheeks are still warm and rosy. She doesn’t have to be Gerald. Make her beautiful Gerald.
He didn’t like having to bring back a prostitute to his apartment but he didn’t exactly have a way with the ladies. He had tried numerous times to hook up with women from the bar scene but while not ugly, he was absolutely inept at talking to women. His lines always came out awkward and if he was honest, a little creepy. He had never had a way with the ladies and it seemed to get worse as he got older. He was rather average looking at six foot with a dark complexion. He kept his black hair cropped pretty short, nearly military-esque. He had a fairly average build yet was much stronger than he looked. His clothing while unkempt was clean. He had a faint five o’clock shadow now but was clean shaven most of the time. He had attempted to grow a beard a few times but always found that it just made his face itch so he never kept one for long.
“Drink up, enjoy yourself. Mi casa su casa.” Gerald flashed the hooker a smile.
“Not a bad place y’got here. Been here long sweetie?” His lady for the evening asked.
“Long enough.” Gerald’s conversational skills were near their limit already.
Almost time to make her beautiful Gerald. She’s so pretty you should play with her Gerald. What are you waiting for? Let’s make her pretty Gerald.
“So sugar should we get down to bizniz? What were ya lookin’ for? With what you’re payin’ honey, you can do pretty much whatever your lil heart desires.” She gave him a little wink and waited for him to make the next move.
Time to make her pretty, Gerald. She’s begging to be pretty Gerald. Her skin’s still warm and you know that just won’t do Gerald.
Gerald tentatively put his hand on the young prostitute’s knee giving it a little rub. He knew she was a hooker but he still didn’t have the confidence to move very fast. He slowly moved his hand up her thigh when she stopped him. She took his hand in hers rising to her feet.
“Why don’t we go to your bedroom sweets? You can live out any fantasy you want tonight baby.” She gave Gerald a smile and wink pulling him gently to his feet.
Gerald gave her a wicked smile but didn’t say anything. She had no idea the fantasy she was about to partake in. The thought of her lying on his bed waiting for him cold and lifeless made his cheeks flush and groin begin to bulge. His excited state wasn’t lost on the young street walker who grabbed him by the crotch leading him into the bedroom with a smile on her face. She had thoughts of this being the easiest thousand dollars she would ever make. He seemed to her the type that would be finished in about thirty seconds on his best day.
Almost time to make her pretty Gerald. She’ll be absolutely perfect. Make her pretty so she’ll never say no Gerald. Make her yours forever Gerald.
They entered his bedroom which was much larger than the young prostitute had expected. There was a large king size bed covered in red silk sheets and several plush pillows with bright red cases or simply made of red material she couldn’t tell which. She had never lain on silk sheets and couldn’t wait to feel it against her milky white skin. She stripped off her sheer top while Gerald pulled off her leggings in one fell swoop. She didn’t expect him to lift her up throwing her back onto his bed but she giggled as she landed. She found the silk to be exquisite against her skin. She was actually happy as she watched tonight’s lover strip down in front of her unaware of where the night would lead.
This will not do Gerald. It’s time to make her pretty Gerald. She still has color in her cheeks Gerald. She still has life Gerald. You need to make her pretty Gerald.
He could hardly contain his excitement that she was mistaking for desire. He crawled on top of her on the bed with a smile blazing from ear to ear. She saw sexual arousal in that smile when she should have been looking at his eyes which were trying to tell her an entirely different story. He pulled her wrists sliding her up the bed as she giggled with the silk feeling so smooth against her flesh. Before she realized what he has doing Gerald locked the handcuffs around her wrists still smiling at her. The money she thought she was going to receive kept her smiling and playing along. Gerald slid down her body and off the end of the huge bed. He grabbed two pieces of silk rope he had made himself from atop his dresser tying her legs spread, one to each corner of the bed. He stood at the end of the bed smiling down at her knowing she was completely at his mercy, the power trip made his manhood stand at full attention. The young girl returned his smile still believing this was just a normal sexual adventure. This wasn’t the first time she had been tied up after all.
Oh, soon it will be time Gerald. She’s almost perfect. She will be so pretty. Make her perfect Gerald. It’s time to play and make her perfect.
Make her stop moving Gerald. She needs to be still. She needs to be pretty. Show her how to be perfect Gerald.
Gerald turned to look at the woman now tied to his bed raising a finger to the wicked smile on his lips. Again she smiled back beginning to believe that maybe she had this one wrong. Perhaps he wasn’t a “wham, bam, thank ya ma’am” at all. She began to grow excited herself thinking it might really be worth the money he was paying for her too. She tried to make no noise grinding her hips up and down on the silk sheets enjoying how slippery and cool they felt against her plump bottom.
“Hurt me, cut me, make me pretty my love. I want to be perfect for you.” The words came from the sexiest lips he’d ever seen attempting to seduce him but were they really her words. He didn’t care, they had done their job.
See she wants to be your perfect woman. She wants to be cold beneath you as you make her yours. Go ahead Gerald, give her what she wants. Make her pretty and make her scream for you.
He removed something from the top drawer that she couldn’t see then moved back toward the bed. He crawled up her body barely touching his bare skin to hers. He took his time pausing to kiss her belly and breasts, sucking her nipples hard before moving up to her thin pale lips smothered in bright red lipstick. Gerald sat up on her ramming his knees up into her armpits smiling into her eyes as he let the blindfold he had removed from the drawer unfurl. She smiled up at him letting out a sigh as he leaned down securing it around her eyes. She could see nothing which she found very titillating for the moment. He leaned down to her ear whispering, “Pretend that you’re dead. Do not speak. Do not move. The rest of your money depends on your cooperation.”
She needed no further instruction. If he wanted to pretend to screw a dead girl then she would be one cold, dead fuck, collect her cash and get the hell out of Dodge. She had heard from the other girls that some guys asked for some some strange, creepy things and pretending to be dead wouldn’t even crack the top ten of creepy her fellow ladies of the night had encountered. She had only been on the streets for a few weeks so this would go to the top of her list of creepy shit but for some reason she found she was strangely aroused at being blindfolded and told to just lay there. This was going to be easier money than she had thought.
Right where you want her Gerald. Time to play. Time to make her pretty. Make her bleed and scream. Make her perfect Gerald. She wants it.
Gerald crouched at the end of the bed pushing the hidden door built into the end of the footboard. He pushed the hidden latch opening the door pulling out its lone item. He set the tattered black medical bag that he had found in an antique shop years ago down on the carpet, closed the hidden door while unfastening the small leather snap on the bag’s top. He couldn’t help smiling as he looked inside his black bag of goodies. Silver handles glinted even in the dull light of the room as he kept his instruments polished to a stunning shine. He knew exactly what he wanted reaching in pulling it out barely with a need to look at what he was doing.
She lay silent and still on the bed just as he had instructed her to do. She made no sound as he moved around the room never flinching just laying perfectly still. She knew better, she wanted to get paid and wasn’t about to jeopardize an easy payday by ruining her john’s fantasy. If I dead girl was what he wanted then that’s what she planned to be. She could smell the sulfur of burnt matches sting her nostrils assuming that he was lighting candles but still she didn’t so much as flinch content to lay there “dead” for as long as it took this to be through.
She looks so pretty but you know it just won’t do Gerald. She still has color. She still has life. This just won’t do at all Gerald.
She was playing the game so well. Death was very becoming of her laying there on what she didn’t yet know was to be her death bed. She looked so pretty cast in the warm glow of the candles. He longed to feel her cold flesh under his lips but she was still warm and that just wouldn’t do. Her skin so smooth but still pink when he longed for the pale blue it would become. This was a game he had played many times.
They always cooperated with his game, his promise of a payment they would never collect making them still making no sound. The first few times he had tried to let the illusion be enough but their warm flesh against his was repulsive. Any arousal he began with faded quickly once his mind realized it was all a mirage. The voices would scream behind his eyes for him to make them perfect. He tried to resist his urges at first ignoring the screams when she came whispering in his ear. He was helpless to her soft whispers reinforcing what he already knew; cold and lifeless was the only thing that turned him on.
He stood at the foot of the bed looking down at tonight’s prize. The illusion turning him on as he stared down at her still and apparently lifeless but he knew it was just the game. He could smell the life in her finding it repulsive. The voices screamed at him to end the illusion. If the voices had their way there would be nothing left of the poor girl for him to pleasure himself with. He knew he couldn’t resist much longer, he was a slave to his own dark desires now. She would taste his kisses only when she was cold and dead.
She’s waiting for you Gerald. She wants to be perfect. She wants to be your cold lifeless plaything. She wants you Gerald. It’s time.
He began to drool thinking about succumbing to his strongest, deep seeded desires. He removed the Liston knife from between his clenched teeth where he had held it while lighting the candles. He loved the taste of the ancient steel on his tongue. He had found the ancient field surgery tool in an antique shop long ago. He loved wondering how many amputations it had performed in its day. The whale bone handle told him it was over a hundred years old but he could also see it was a replacement of the original. Before crawling onto the bed he reached in his bag one last time grabbing the four straps he had made himself, it was time to get to work.
She didn’t move as she felt him climb onto the bed. She would let him play his little game then collect her cash and get her ass back to the street. She tried to control her breathing to appear as still for him as possible. She knew the blindfold had the potential to make this a dangerous game, the others had warned her never to allow it but the money he was offering was just too good to turn down. It seemed the hardest part now was going to be staying awake if he didn’t’ do something soon. How long did he expect her to play dead? Then she felt him tighten what she could only assume was a belt around first one thigh then the other. They were tight but didn’t hurt so she really didn’t care but damn they were tight.
That’s it Gerald nice and tight. She looks so pretty now but you’ll make her prettier. Oh, she is going to be so perfect Gerald, so pretty.
He was dying to put his favorite blade to work almost giddy with excitement. Her soft sweet voice quieted all the others. He always listened to her soft whispers telling him exactly what to do, urging him to the sweet satisfaction of fulfilling his every desire. He never questioned her, there was never a need. She knew exactly what he needed encouraging him as only she could. Her sweet nothings whispered at his ear kept the others at bay allowing him to become the beast he was. As he tightened his straps around her thighs then her upper arms, he kept stealing glances to the blade glinting in the candle light on the bed. He hated how warm she was beneath him, too warm. He wanted her his way, he wanted her perfect. He finished tightening the straps lacing a thin leather strap through each clasp then he was ready to begin.
Gerald stood over the golden haired young prostitute straddling her body. She was pretty but not quite right. Even in the low light of the candles he could see the rosiness in her cheeks, the pink tint to her skin and the heaving of her chest as she breathed. This wouldn’t do. He stared at her for another moment before removing her blindfold. She was keeping up the illusion better than he expected keeping her eyes closed. He couldn’t help being a little disappointed. He longed for a corpse but he did so love the screaming. He kicked her gently in the side but still she maintained the façade. It made him angry now.
“Look at me!” he yelled at her.
He stood over her naked looking down on her with disdain as her eyes popped open finally. At first she smiled slightly at him then her eyes caught a glimpse of the blade shimmering in the candlelight. It looked like a small sword to her eyes. Fear set in almost instantaneously, the once amorous look adorning his face turned in her mind to the crazed look of a madman. She could see the killer behind his eyes now and the screaming began.
Gerald imagined the knife’s namesake would be proud if he could see him work. Robert Liston had been renowned for his quick work on the battlefield thus having the amputation blade named for him, the thought of so many maimed and dead bodies excited Gerald even more. He made quick work of the whore’s legs, his tourniquets so tight there was only minimal spillage from the stumps he had left her. He let the removed appendages lay there with the ankles still tied to the bed posts. He stood turning back around careful not to agitate the leather strings tied together in a knot at her midsection. He sat down on her breasts raising the bloodied Listion knife over her eyes enjoying her screams as the blood dripped down the blade dotting her cheeks as he waved it back and forth. He clamped his hand down over her mouth leaning in to whisper sweet nothings in her ear once again.
“You’re very pretty and she says you’ll be perfect soon. Don’t you want to be perfect?” He was no comedian his words spoken with all the seriousness of an attorney speaking to a judge, “You look so pretty but that warm glow just simply must go dear.”
Her eyes widened and she struggled to scream against the hand of death firmly planted over her mouth. When it lifted she sucked in a breath but found her scream freeze in her throat. The pain was indescribable running up her legs like liquid napalm when he started on her arms. The screams returned to her throat but they did nothing to stop her arms from becoming two dead stumps burning with pain.
Almost perfect now Gerald. Finish her Gerald. Let if flow Gerald. Make her perfect.
He straddled her body once more, blood dripping for the blade as he gazed down at his handiwork that was nearly complete. She continued to scream while he bent down grabbing the knot of thin leather laces from just below her breasts. He stood almost unable to contain his excitement at what was about to come. He couldn’t help becoming fully aroused as he looked her dead in the eye lifting the knotted leather releasing all the tourniquets at once. The blood exploded out all four stumps like water from a fire hose for one brief moment slowing to barely a trickle within a few seconds, her body only had so much to give.
Gerald dropped to his knees laying down on top of her to feel the slick red coat she now wore against his skin. It would become sticky in a minute but at this moment it was like laying in a pool of oil. He leaned down kissing her on the lips staring into her beautiful hazel eyes as the life drained quickly away. He writhed his body against her limbless form sliding in the wonderful mess he’d made. He lifted his head to look her in those beautiful eyes, raised the Liston knife to her throat and in one slice watched as the light faded then went out.
Now she’s the perfect woman Gerald! Now she’s yours to do as men do. Love her Gerald. Love her until she’s like the others then we’ll find another. For now she is perfection and yours to love.
She turned her head kissing his ear gently, “I love you Gerald.”