The Hosts
The darkness enveloped her. A ominous, weary cloud that clung like vines draped around her skin filling her surroundings with an ebony fog that clouded her open eyes. The old familiar smell of cigarettes and midnight sex lingered rich in the atmosphere titillating her nose to a time best forgotten in her early adult years. 2
Upright, her bare feet aching to the marrow, Sarah found herself drifting in and out of an uncontrollable consciousnes. Her shuddering body near frost bitten, inside the creaking walls of her nightmare.3
Coming into consciousness Sarah wriggled her stiff fingers. Her wrist numb underneath metal restraints she knew immediately where handcuffs. Twisting and turning her wrist inside the cuffs, Sarah felt around for the release button on both sides of the painful restraints that were digging deeply into her flesh. 4
Recently stainless steel officer cuffs had been made illegal in the country. Sarah knew for she had worked on enforcing the rule. Seeing too many victims fall pray to killers using the kind of equipment only law enforcements were legally allowed to purchase. Sarah had went straight to headquarters to file a request that it be made a law. 5
Now bound by her own achievements Sarah ran her fingers across the cold silver. There had to be a release button. Sarah knew her surroundings like a map imprinted inside her mind. Even in the darkness, the smell of burnt out cigarettes and stale alcohol had penetrated the core of her sharp memory like a cleaver slicing through livestock. She knew that the people who were holding her hostage could not afford to pay dirty money for this kind of equipment. But there was only one question resounding though her mind.6
“Why?” Sarah whispered running her fingers back and forth the cuffs. Over and over again as if by some chance she would blink and there would be two saviors on either side of her wrists.7
“I'm glad you asked that,” A slippery serpentining voice hissed in her ear. Spitting droplets of hot saliva into against her. 8
A warm, salivating tongue licked its way around her ear lobe, sliding inside. Causing Sarah to wrench fervently on her cuffs. Deeper inside it went, giving Sarah the likings of what she once called a wet willy. Only now it felt more repulsive then the many times her younger brother had done it in their adolescent years. 9
“Why is not the question you should be asking yourself my pet,” the voice flickered slowly dragging back the snake burrowing its way inside her ear.10
Overhead Sarah heard the sound of a switch being turned on. The electrical current surrounding it could only mean one thing. It came as no surprise when the spotlight illuminated the circle in which she was standing in. Revealing the concreted stage she once danced on a lifetime ago.11
Sarah look up at the vibrant creme light and closed her eyes. Her first reaction was to run, escape regardless of the cuffs that were starting to strip her bones free of her flesh. She knew the back alleys like a mouse knew all the nooks and cranny's inside a desolate building. If she could make it to the wooden door she could kick her way into the street. But when she tried to but one floor in the other her feet stood rigid. Her ankles cracked with her bodies sagging weight. 12
Sarah steadied herself, standing straight while her head buzzed and her eyes remained closed despite her squinting attempt at noting the exit points of the room.13
“My, my it has been a long time since I have tasted the honey sweet taste of Sarah Blacks deviant supple flesh,” the voice lowered into a soft growl of gratification.14
Sarah shuddered. 15
The voice reverberated around the room. The spotlight dimmed. Was there somebody else in the room controlling the atmosphere, or were her eyes starting to fade into the darkness of unconsciousness? Sarah was no longer sure. What she was certain of was that she had been sedated before she had been taken hostage, but had no recollection of the events before hand.16
A velveteen soft hand caress her thighs. Another flicking the rim of her tight boy cut panties. The man slipped a finger under the the curve of her soft shaved mound. Finding its way towards Sarah's semi-swollen opening.17
“Such, snow white flesh. You always were Madams Porcelain whore,” Sarah's violator hissed again. His sinister voice crawling like spinning spiders across every inch of her shivering skin.18
“Madam?” Sarah asked thinkingly. Madam Sherry Sarah presumed.19
“Ah yes, don't tell me you have forgotten your mistress Miss Black. Madam Sherry didn't take to kindly from your last escape. She lost a lot of money and clients from your Houdini stunt. Now all she wants is one last curtain call for old time sakes.”20
Sarah opened her eyes a fraction. Enough to note the hand that was working down towards her apex, but not enough to make it obvious that she was coming around to consciousness again and was willing to put up a fight.21
Fighting the man of would get her know where. Her legs were beyond immovability. Even if she half ass attempted to inflict her police taught self defense moves on the man. She didn't know him, or what he was capable of. Or even what he wanted for that matter. All she knew was that he wanted to play some sort of twisted sick game with her and to escape unhurt and alive she had to play along with him. 22
Either her eyes were deceiving her or the black masculine hands that were heavily petting the fabric against her beading nub had been painted that color for a reason. His skin was unnatural. Nothing like she had seen before. Sarah had seen midnight black. Worked with exquisite women who could kill a man ten times before they knew they were dead, but this black, even in the deceiving light, was not of a natural skin tone. 23
Sarah scanned his long thick fingers. The mans fingernails were the same color as hers. A light shade of pink, natural to that of a Caucasian. 24
Why was this monster painted black? And what was he trying to achieve by painting himself the color of evil? 25
Sarah could recognize a face from three blocks away. She memorized every line, curve, dimple and wrinkle. She was known for her expertise in claiming a criminal. It would have been almost humorous given she was in another situation that the man would even think that he would get away with this once she got a good look at him. Body Paint or not.26
Who did he think he was going to fool by covering himself in cheap fading body paint?27
“Yes,” The man slithered releasing his fingers from within her panties. Bringing them to the sleeve of her loose cotton tee. 28
Sarah kept her body still. Wanting to sway, shrug his fingers of her body. Even more so wanting to snap each one, breaking the bone with a a satisfying crunch so that he would never worm his way underneath her private garments again. 29
It was the sleazy, dominating demeanor that had finally snapped an intelligent cell inside Sarah's mind so many years ago. This was the business of misery and even more so in the last year the death toll had risen by the dozens. She was to be, but another victim in Madam Sherry's sadistic edge play after school special.30
“Well well, if little boo beep hasn't brought back my little black sheep,” Madam's Sherry's sultry tobacco infused voice drifted through the room like incense in a séance.31
“I take it she is still cuffed Kane?” Madam Sherry asked the man eyeballing his groping hand as it hovered daringly above Sarah's heavy breasts. “Also enjoying the fresh meat I see,” She tusked. 32
“I thought I made it painstakingly clear what the ramifications would be if you laid one finger on Miss Black Kane, but it seems to me that Miss Black's not the only person in this room who needs to be taught the rules of loyalty and obedience.”33
The black painted man pulled his hands away from Sarah's heaving breasts as if he had dipped his hands in a forensic jar of acid. 34
Kane, Sarah thought as she steadied her breathing now paying close attention to Madam Sherry's feral glazing eyes. Where had she heard that name before? It was on the tip of her tongue. Lolling around inside her head.35
“I didn't mean to touch her Madam,” The man said stepping out from behind Sarah's body. One finger extended. Close enough to stab his nail between her cleavage.36
“Save it. We all know where your going and we're all going down the same fiery footpath to Hades. So right now wouldn't be a good time to grovel unless you plan on taking an early vacation. Thank Satan that I happen to need you, because if you lay a hand on Miss Black again you'll be sending both balls in a mahogany casket.”37
Kane walked away. Defeated and not willing to take a chance with Madame Sherry. Everyone who had walked through the doors of the club knew what she was capable of. That she would stop at nothing and had no remorse. She was a dominating machine, radiating power.38
“Now, Miss Black where were we?” Madam Sherry cackled scanning the room, a sardonic smile curling her lip into a bitter smirk.39
“I don't know, you tell me,” Sarah asked coldly.40
“Why am I here? Do you know it's against the law to hold a police officer hostage. When they find me, and they will believe me they will. They will track you down, and you and your poesy of sick bastards will rot in Laden Prison for the rest of your miserable, repugnant lives,” Sarah finished inhaling deeply.41
Sarah's head swam. Her nerves of fire like flickering flames lapping at the burning sensation that surged through her entire body. Wheezing, the cold draft was starting to settle in her chest making her breathing, constricting her throat. It wouldn't be long before it found home in her loin's, marrow deep and without her ventalin she wouldn't last long without suffering an asthmatic attack. 42
Fear rendered Sarah speechless. She was going to die the way her mother did so many years ago if she didn't find a way to escape Madam Sherry and her haunting twisted trip down memory lane.43
“See that's where your wrong Miss Black. They wouldn't have a clue here to find you. Good, little innocent Black. I bet you thought you'd wiped your past clean when you joined the Academy, but let me tell you I have waited a long time for this moment and you are going to suffer for what you did to me. To my family, your family.” 44
“Don't remember Miss Black? We were your family and you turned your backs on us, betrayed us in the worst possible way. Ratted us out one too many times. How many of your brothers and sisters do you think went down because of your sickening, undeserving badge?”45
Sarah stood silent. Counting her breath. Drowning out the sound of Madam Sherry's soporific voice. Concentrating on each breath she took Sarah tried to reassuring herself that if she stayed calm and didn't hyperventilate it would slow the process down. Giving her more time after she made her escape to use the last of her breath to scream for help. Screaming now would ruin her chances and only speed up the process. 46
In her own mind, Sarah neglected to pay attention to her surroundings. The spotlight had dimmed. The room had darkened severely and out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of something flashing in her direction. 47
“You weren't even listening were you Miss Black?” Madam Sherry mocked sliding a switchblade knife underneath Sarah's chin against her throat.48
Sarah felt a cold sweat trickling down her arms, her legs, her back and her neck. Her flesh was beginning to crawl again. This time the thought of death struck the core and lingered inside of her like a knife enveloping flesh.49
“Isn't that one of the first things they teach you in the force? To focus? Then again you never were the sharpest pencil in the wood box were you Sarah?”50
Sarah. Madam Sherry had called her Sarah. How did she know her name? Even after all those years in the club Sarah had stuck too her undercover alias- Sophia, or Black Sapphire as they had called her on stage.51
“How do you...,” Sarah struggled to say, but was cut of by Madam Sherry's Nine inch heel stabbing into her left foot.52
Sarah screamed. The sound reverberating around the empty soulless building. Small droplets of tears formed, and burned as they trickled down Sarah's gritty face. To weak to stop crying, yet not weak enough to give Madam Sherry the satisfaction or the thrill, Sarah sniffed back her running nose and blinked the tears away until the last salty tear slid over her chapped lips and inside mouth.53
“You just shut up,” Madam Sherry said resuming her position. The switch blade digging closer into Sarah's skin.54
“Like mother, like daughter,” Madam Sherry said grabbing a handful of Sarah's oily hair.55
“I'm done with your questioning. You want to take out the trash, well I'm helping you.”56
Sarah exhaled deeply. The mention of her mother igniting a new burning sensation inside her body. This time is was one of rage, and she wasn't holding back. Biting her lip, Sarah opened her mouth to respond. So many questions were running through her mind. If she was going to die, she wanted the truth.57
The last thing Sarah felt before the words escaped her lips was the blade slicing her through shivering Porcelain flesh and the metallic taste of death hitting her bitten tongue.
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