Dark Mansion 6

A cold wind blows1

across the land2

the heart stands still3

waiting4

the sands of time5

abrade the surface6

of the heart7

that has ceased beating8

Bending over to pick it up9

trying to save what is left10

the heart crumbles in her hand11

sifting through her fingers12

a tear is shed wetting the ground13

blood runs red14

flowing away from the broken ruins15

of the heart of that is hers. 16

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She didn’t so much walk, as twitch across the street. Her fuck me heels clicking all the way. Her hips not quite swaying more shaking to her movement. She went to her corner and waited. 18

He pulled up in his truck, king cab and blue. He had come a long way and needed some action. It wouldn’t be the first time he sought a professionals touch. Head was quick and satisfying. Got him through until he could find some.19

Angie had brought him half way across country. He had hidden that little device in the locket he gave her years ago. Until now it had always lead him to where she was. Yesterday it had stopped working. It was too late.20

That house, had been easy to find. Secluded though it was it had mail delivered. He had put a lot of thought into that package, and would’ve loved to have seen Angie’s face when she opened it. The thought of it made him chuckle. Even the thought of his boy being there didn’t bother him. He would learn how women were to be treated.21

He motioned to the whore and she came over. Transactions discussed she climbed into the cab. She had no idea what she was in for. He pulled her close and put his arm around her. 22

“Honey, get ready for the best time of your life.” he said.23

It made her feel uneasy, but she figured a fuck is a fuck. He took her back to his room at the motel. He told her to strip and she did, he told her to lay down and she did. He got out his handcuffs and she protested. He hit her for the first time. 24

“No two bit whore is gonna tell me no.” She went to open her mouth again and he stuffed it with his fist. 25

After that she didn’t remember much until waking up in the hospital. The nurses were whispering about the condition of her face, her body ached all over. She had no clue what he had done to her, but she knew it was bad. In truth, she would never be the same.26

He had checked out of that room, when the police came looking for him. Nothing there but the blood soaked sheets and his own emissions. He got off on it, they realized. Based on the hookers description they put out an A.P.B. She was that messed up, not your usual whore beating. This man was an animal.27

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Angie sat quietly as Jack explained things to her. About the bug, and how it had been there all along. Slowly she began to realize what he was telling her. Her husband had followed her all those times, to where she was hiding, to where she thought she was safe.29

That is how he knew.30

The possibilities made her ill. What had she done. This place, this refuge was so wonderful. It was a place of healing a place of solace. She could feel she was making real strides in her recovery. She no longer jumped at the sound of a slammed door. She often caught herself humming or laughing for no apparent reason. Steven was excelling in school, the afternoon tutoring sessions catching him up. Life was beginning to be good.31

What had taken so long she wondered. She had been here for several months, longer than any of the others. She had even began to breathe free. Now this.32

“Jack, I don’t want to put anyone in danger. If he wants me, he can have me. Just keep Steven safe, please.”33

He looked at her, thinking this was a bit over the top, that such a suggestion this quickly in the game was unwarranted. He waited before he said anything, the tension in the room building.34

“Angie, who’s picture was in that locket?”35

Angie looked away and down at the floor. Jack could see the memory was painful. The little girls picture had been bothering him. She looked at him, eyes welling with tears.36

“My daughter, Anne. She was about three in that picture. I had her before my husband and I got together. She had an accident one day while I was at work. He was bathing her. He went to get a towel. Anne drowned. When he got back she was dead. The police ruled it an accident. Happens more than you think they said. He gave me the locket after her funeral, with her picture in it. He said we needed to try for a child of our own to help me forget. Steven was born the next year.”37

Jack didn’t know what to say. There had been no accident of that he was sure. For now he kept that to himself, he was sure Angie knew, though might not admit it to herself. This husband of hers was one twisted fuck. Jack knew he couldn’t turn her out. She needed his help. His help she would receive.38