Chapter 11: RICHARD
"What the hell, Rich? Were you trying to choke me?" Cassie rasped.
She was red, like fifty shades red. Her hands clasped her throat as she fumed.
I ignored her as I quickly zipped my fly and smoothened my pants.
"Ow, ow, ow" she kept repeating as she sagged on the bed still clutching her throat.
"And I have to perform... in five days, what... do I do? You better pray... this goes away... by then."
Her voice was getting more raspy with each word. And with how tightly her face was squeezed, it must hurt like hell.
I barely gave her a glance from the
gold rimmed mirror where I stood adjusting my tie. In truth, a part of me felt for her, but the thing with being as ruthless as I’ve become is that constant fueling of that dark side eventually silences the human side.
Or so I had thought...
"You could have killed her", that voice I really thought I had silenced echoed through my mind. Then the images came, her hands pounding on my thighs. The drool that oozed from her mouth as I thrust faster and faster. The veins that appeared on her forehead as she choked. The pain that reddened her face as she tried to get me to stop. And the drowsy fluttering of her lids as she began to slip to unconsciousness.
At the moment, I had enjoyed every moment, but now that stupid voice was trying to get me to feel bad. With those images, it was trying to picture me, a monster.
"What will I do?" I heard her sob from behind me, and in spite of myself I watched as streaks cascaded down her reddish cheeks.