One Way Or Another You Will Pay (21 page)

“Think
about it, Arena, when you fuck him, you’re actually fucking a placenta!” He laughs harder.

I
don’t.

But,
I know how to wipe the smile of his face.
Well, imagine, I enjoying fucking a placenta more than I enjoyed fucking you.

Problem
is, I don’t want to end our session as yet.

“So,
talk to me,” he says as the joke wears thin and his laughter dies. “Tell me your deepest darkest fantasy. His eyes grow dim. “Satiate my concupiscent appetite.”

He
leans in. “Con-cup-i-scent : an adjective. Powerful physical lust or desire.”

“Thank
you for sharing that with me. I would have been at a loss without you, a walking explain-a-pedia.” Of course, my tone is sarcastic.

His
turn to shrug. “Don’t say I don’t teach you stuff.”

For
our plans to work, I really need to goad Tom into escaping. Prod him until he is enraged enough to want to break out of prison and come for me. It’s imperative that he comes for me tonight.

I
lean in and take control of the situation. “You tell me yours. Your deepest, deepest, darkest,
twisted
fantasy.”

“Oooh!”
He wriggles his eyebrows.

“Chicken?”

He shakes his head. “You’re not going to like it,” he sings the sentence, but shifts around in his seat as if he’s excited to reveal his perverted fantasies.

My
shoulders lift and drop. “Try me.”

He
licks his lips. “Okay…” he leans in and fixes his eyes on mine.

“You
and Placenta come to prison, to visit me.”

“Me
and …what?!”

Tom
fantasizes about being visited by Bear? That is unbelievable.

“There’s
a riot and the prison goes into lockdown. You’re both trapped inside. No one is allowed to leave, and...”

My
body tenses at the mental image.

“The
prisoners have taken over and …this is where it gets interesting – I’m at the helm!” He smiles, then jerks his head toward the room behind him, which has a small window and a closed door.

“There’s
a bed in there. I take you in and lock the door while some prisoners seize the cockhead you’re with.”

Impassive
face.

“Now,
it’s just you and me in bed. I take off your top…then…your skirt…then…your bra and I suuuuck your tits, liiiick your nipples until you cream in your panties. You’ve never fucked a prisoner before and you’re really turned …”

“That’s
twisted?” I goad. “That’s your garden variety fantasy. C’mon!”

He
raises his index finger.

I
stop talking.

“Then,
when you can’t bear it anymore, I rip off your panties, spread your thighs like…like
really
spread them! Throw them over my shoulders and lick your clit until you moan and writhe in my …”

He
anchors the receiver between his shoulder and his ear and uses both hands to grab my imaginary hips.

“You’re
going mad with desire, because I’m like hitting
every
spot,” he lightly bangs his fist on the table, “all the time, sending you over the edge into ecstasy, baby, ecstasy!”

Yeah,
right.

“Then,
I plunge my cock into you, fill you up, stuff you like a chicken and rock your body, so hard, you scream with pleasure, right?”

I
would love to fake a yawn round about now but I resist the temptation to do so.

“Outside
the room, looking in through the window, are about thirty prisoners, all doing life, watching me fuck you, mesmerized with your tits, yours arse, our fucking, and getting turned on. Okay?”

I
don’t answer.

“I
flip you around and fuck you sideways, then in the ass, every position, until we both explode like fireworks and they…they’re clapping like mad…in a frenzy… wanting some of that pussy…these men who …who haven’t had sex in years…who crave a female body. They’re going nuts!” His excitement is such, he’s almost out of his chair now. “Okay?”

“That’s
it?” I manage to summon a chortle. “That’s your deep, dark…?”

He
smiles and shakes his head slowly. “I open the door…” His eyes start to shine, “here’s the best part; I
throw
open the room door and those thirty prisoners, rapists, murders, and druggies, sex-starved animals? I invite them in and say, “She’s all yours boys. Don’t be gentle.”

I
gasp at his unbridled depravity, my hand flying to my mouth.

The
look of horror on my white face serves only to energize him. “While they do, I sit on a chair and smoke a Havana. While they
viiiiolate
you,
degraaade
you,
humiiiliate
you and I
enjoy
watching them …” He anchors the phone between his shoulder and his ear and uses both hands to snap an imaginary twig or
something
in the air, “…break you.”

Break
you.

“All
the while, that creature you call your significant other these days, that moron who fucked me over, that cunt who stole my life and took away my woman, my son, my home, my life, my fucking money, he watches from behind the glass, unable to help you. He hears your screams but can do shit about it. Watches them brutalize his woman for
hours
, but can do fuck all about it!” He nods. “That’s it. Round of applause.” With a small bow, he settles down. “Fuck, that was so good. I saw it all going down. Every bit of it. Fuck, I can cum just thinking about it.” More laughter.

As
much as I try to laugh it off, to pretend I’m more amused than horrified, my act is an epic fail.

Tom
wins. His fantasy is so perverted, so heinous, so…twisted, I’m at a loss for words.

It’s
a fantasy stemming from unadulterated hate.

Why?
Why does Tom hate me so much?

Everyone
who knows me, loves me. I have few friends because my friendship is valuable and I don’t sprinkle it around like confetti. But my friends stay with me for years.

Why
does
he
wish me so much harm? I suddenly indulge in a pity party and tears threaten.

But,
I’m here on a mission, so there’s no time for self-indulgence.

Surreptitiously
taking a couple of deep breaths, I squint at him. “And…?”

His
turn to squint. “Wha…what do you mean?”

“That’s
it?” I say. “I’m waiting for the climax.”

He
blinks rapidly at me, a look of confusion in his eyes.

“Aaaahhh,
that’s it! Okay.” I actually manage to actually sound disappointed.

Clearly,
it’s not the response he is expecting. He’s probably expecting me to run out of there, clutching my breasts in fear.

“What,
that’s not …dark enough for you? Not twisted enough for you?”

I
run my index finger slowly across the tip of my nose. “Nah, it’s …it’s just that, like…you’re in prison and that scenario, it’s …overdone, Tom. Don’t you think? Being gang raped by…who again,
rapists
?” The sound that escapes my lips can be interpreted as a chuckle or a sneer, he can take his pick.

“You
have so much time on your hands, I would have thought you’d come up with something original and interesting, Tom. It’s like, yawn! Know what I’m saying?”

His
smile has disappeared.

I
cock my head at him. “Am I ...? You’re not getting mad about my constructive criticism, are you?”

“Don’t!”
He shakes an index finger at me, his eyes hooding. “Don’t fuck with me, Arena! I will fucking put your head through that fucking wall, you hear?”

“Jeez,
you’re testy, Tom. Simmer down.”

“Shut
the fuck up, you slut. You two-bit whore!”

“Now
that’s interesting,” I say.

“Wha…what?”

“A two-bit whore. What does that really mean? I mean, I’ve heard the term but I don’t know what it means.”

“That’s
’cause you’re a dumb, uneducated bitch!” he spits.

Then,
he leans in. “Early in America, money was separated into bits, like twelve and a half cents was a “bit”. So, a whore cost twenty-five cents and that meant you paid her two bits, okay. But you…you’d be a one bit whore.” He laughs again, his anger forgotten.

“Why
me?” I ask, now that he’s simmered down. “All these years and you’re obsessed with me, still. Why? Why can’t you get over me?”

“Because
when I say ‘boo!’ you run.” He opens his eyes wide and runs two fingers in the air. “Boo!” More running of his fingers in the air.

“But
then, that’s no competition, Tom? Where’s the fun in that? I am a woman and I run from a man, a vicious wife-beater. Huh? Why don’t you go to a bar and take on some beefy men who won’t run. Who will stand and kick the shit out of your puny arse? Or tangle with some prisoners, perhaps? Some of those thirty or so hardened criminals in your mind? Them.”

“You
don’t know shit! Prisoners don’t fuck with me, Arena! They respect me.”

“They
did fuck with you, Tom...berlina. You had black eyes once, got your head kicked in.”

“That
was in Silverwater , you bitch! Silverwater. I was new there. This is
Remington,
understand? Remington! There is difference, a
huge
difference and things are diff…e…rent here, you stupid cunt! They respect me. And don’t
ever
call me that name again.”

“Respect
you, huh? Why? Are you some big dude’s bitch here, that they all respect you? Spoken for, are you?” I giggle. “Someone fucking you in the arse on a regular basis? Or are you giving great blowjobs and they don’t want to lose you?”

The
snarl returns. “If I were next to you, you’d have your teeth in your hands.”

I
laugh. “But you’re there and I’m here. I have freedom, you don’t. You’re stuck here for life. How can I respect you when you can’t blow this joint, huh?”

His
head bobs like it’s going to fall off. “You laugh, bitch. Let’s see who laughs last. Your teeth will be in your hands, I swear.” He licks a finger and makes a cross in the air. “Promise.”

“I
wanna tell you my deep, dark fantasy,” I say in a coy voice.

His
anger disappears and he sits up. “Tell me.” He nods. “Tell me, tell me.”

“Well,
I’m naked…”

His
back becomes ram-rod straight. “Yeah…?”

“…you’re
naked …?”

He
leans in. “Yeah, yeah…?”

“Bear’s
behind me, naked too, and fucking me and you’re watching us…”

It
takes a while before he explodes. But explode he does!

“You
fucking bitch! You just wanna rile me up, huh? HUH?”

“Wait!
I haven’t finished. It gets better.”

He
presses his lips together, his nostrils so huge, I swear I get a glimpse of his brain.

“Okay,
so we’re fucking but laughing at you at the same time, and …”

A
vein in his temple begins to appear. “Arena, I will put a fucking bullet in his head in front of you! You will watch him die, you hear?”

I
roll around with laughter. “Oh, Tom…berlina, you are so predictable.”

I
think my mocking laughter sends him over the edge.

“Soon,”
he mouths, a determined look in his eyes. “Fucking soon! Bitch. Soon.” He slams down the phone, jerks to his feet, and storms out of the room.

For
a while, I sit where I am, several pairs of curious eyes watching me.

With
a smile, I calmly hang up and walk out of Remington.

Even
though I wanted to goad him into coming after me in a controlled situation, as I drive, I think about his dark, twisted, violent fantasy, his threat to kill Bear and I suddenly feel ill.

I
pull over to the side of the road, open the door of my SUV, and retch.

With
shaking hands and a giant headache, I drive home, get under the shower, and as if I had been physically violated the heinous way he described, I scrub myself until my skin is red and tender.