The girl came back into the bedroom, the men’s clothing making her look even prettier somehow, and did her best to cover her repulsion. Tommy’s face had been cleaned, but the mixed odours of sweat, sex, and vomit were a heady combination in the worst possible way.
‘Oh my god,’ she gasped, holding her nose and starting to sway.
‘Sorry, dear,’ said Samantha. ‘You two get started, and I’ll go grab some of those candles. In fact, I’ve got some even nicer ones at my place.’
The girl fell back against the door the moment Samantha left the room, making it slam. Carey took her into his arms and gave her a kiss; a quick, reassuring peck. The girl wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled her to him.
‘Make me feel beautiful again.’
Once Samantha finally got back, and the room smelled like a jasmine plantation, Carey led the girl to the bed again. He kneeled behind her, put his arms around her and gave her the knife, closing her fingers around it. He gave her a lingering kiss on the cheek.
‘This is your moment, lovely, you’ve earned it.’
‘My name is Izzie.’
‘Your turn…Izzie,’ Carey said, then mouthed the words “I don’t care.”
Izzie opened her eyes again and bent over so that she was towering over Tommy’s face, and positioned her fingers on the knife so that she was holding it like a pen. She began carving into Tommy’s forehead slowly, air tracing the letters first so as to get the placing of the word just right.
GUTLESS
Considering the writing instrument was a tool used to fillet fish, Samantha thought Izzie’s penmanship was exquisite.
‘Suits him,’ she said.
Izzie went to work on his cheeks next, then his chest, then his arms. By the time she was finished, she had created a living tableaux that was as striking as it was straightforward.
GUTLESS
MAN CHILD
CAN’T FUCK A
R W
E O
A M
L A
N
Tommy was biting down so hard on his bottom lip that blood was trickling down his chin.
‘Good for you, angel. May I finish him off, or would you like that honor?’
Izzie turned, looked at the panties balled up in Carey’s hand and took them from him.
‘It’s still my turn.’
Tommy started to turn his face away, but Samantha climbed onto the bed beside him and forced his head still again, digging her nails into his already painfully wounded cheeks.
‘I’ve got it, Izzie, you take your time now.’
Izzie forced Tommy’s mouth open with her right hand, unclenching his jaws and making indentations in her fingers with his teeth. It didn’t look as though she felt it. Adrenaline was funny that way. She put the funky briefs into his mouth and gradually pushed them back until they were stuck where they had no business being, like a fat peg in a freckle-sized hole. Tommy tried to breathe normally, with all the frantic effort idiots always put into such futile endeavours.
‘Wow…the eyes really DO get big, don’t they?’
Samantha touched Izzie’s elbow.
‘You okay?’
Carey pulled Izzie back so that she was leaning against him and began kissing her neck again.
‘She’s great aren’t you, Baby?’
The knife was in Carey’s neck before he’d finished his sentence, turning the latter half of the word baby into an infantile gurgle. His murderer spoke her final words to him without letting go of the handle.
‘My NAME…is IZZIE.’
She yanked out the knife and allowed herself to be showered in his blood. Samantha left the room, came back with a towel, and handed it to her.
‘I told you - if two women put their resources together, they can do anything.’
‘Now what?’
‘Now, it’s bathtime.’
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