The Client had declined the offer of beer and sandwiches, instead necking a large brandy and quickly drifting into a deep sleep. A hard rap on the door. Some of the items were still covered with the shit, piss and blood of their previous victims. Wanda had accepted the compliment with customary grace and self-deprecation. After gulping air, the Captive had asked, ‘Who is Marge?”
“Marge,” Wanda had replied, torching a cigarette, “Is a very dirty girl.”
Smiling to oneself, Wanda allowed the night to soak her up, and she enjoyed the sweetest of dreams, her heels clicking in phantom recesses. Wanda felt his balls tighten and gripped his cock hard, masturbating it faster. He was an unremarkable and hairy middle aged man running to fat with thinning blonde hair parted at the side. Maybe our guest would like a drink.”
The Servant smiled broadly, “A splash of milk ma’am?”
“I am nothing but merciful.”
The Servant poured a cup and added a splash of milk.
