BEYOND II Sex CRIME Fetish - extract

 

Char was still bouncing when she got to the bar. She had been dropped off less than ten minutes ago. She had gone through the bar to the women's rest room. It was that time of month. Her breasts felt heavy, sore. It was that way every month. She was used to it. But she lifted each one in turn, like as a way to ease the aching sort of pain she got this time every month. And she blew that relief through deep red lips. She stood over the wash basin looking right into the mirror at herself. It was odd. She was in the ladies alone. There had been no-one else there at all. And she was standing looking at herself, just herself looking back at her. But then there was another woman there. A striking, platinum blonde older woman. She hadn't been there but then she was. Like standing right behind her shoulders. Char was Char remember. Nicole wasn't there. But there was something about this woman that was familiar. It was the cop in her. Basically she was a cop doing a job even if she was completely immersed in this character. Then it came to her in an instance. The woman behind her was Rosie.

From that point on things happened so quickly. There had been the fright. She hadn't been on the street for very long. Minutes in fact. And yet the target, or one of the targets was there, behind her. And yet at the same time she had to remain in character. She had to remain Char and she had to keep Nicole away. She would remember smiling to the woman in the mirror without turning round, or without snapping out of Char. But then there was that chill down her spine when the woman spoke.

"Undercover cops are the best ones. I've always wanted one. I've always wanted one to myself. I always wondered about the kinds of sounds I could make an undercover cop make. Sounds of distress. Of fear. Looks like I am going to find out after all."

It was like a stab of pure fear going down through Char's spine. She had been busted but that couldn't be. It just couldn't be. She tried to stay in character.

"What the fuck are you talking about woman? You're rambling. Have you lost the plot or what?"

She did her best but even she was aware of the tremble in her voice. It was like a stuttering falsetto that surely cane through. If she wasn't convinced herself, then she doubted that this woman was convinced by her act. The woman, this Rosie had knowledge. She knew she was an undercover cop and she could try to act her way out of it if she wanted to but she was having the feeling that it wasn't washing at all.

The fact was that Char, or Nicole barely felt the knife slide into her side. It had gone through her silk, semi-transparent top with ease. Like a hot knife through butter. But then it had gone through her flesh the same way. She had only been vaguely aware of the blade going into her. She felt 'something'. Something that made her look down and it was the sight of the blade sliding into her deeper and deeper that shocked her.

"Have I lost the plot? Now that's an interesting question given I am in the process of knifing you. You know, I am going to push this knife all the way in and once it's in as deep as it will go, you should know that if I twist it, vital blood supplies will be severed, vital organs could well be damaged. Let's be clear, if I twist this knife, the likely outcome is that you die. That you die very painfully."

Char could feel her heart thumping, and pumping. The Nicole in her was petrified. She was scared for her life. More than scared for her life. And now she could feel that steel blade inside her. It was like she was afraid to move. Even afraid to shift her weight from one high heel to the other in case that knife shifted with her and ended her life there and then. The colour drained from her. She watched the colour drain from herself in the mirror. She hadn't moved from that spot. And she looked at the woman, Rosie through that mirror. It was a scene probably of abject horror. Rosie was watching her. She would have noticed the drain in colour and she would have recognised the onset of severe shock.

"You should also know that if I pull the knife out now, you will probably collapse and bleed out. That will be a painful death as well. But it will be a slow one. A very slow death. You'll be able to feel yourself bleeding out. Your head will become lighter and lighter and you will get colder and colder as you lose blood. Then you will simply die."

It was ironic that Rosie was spelling out the method and the feeling of the different deaths. Like those methods of dying should frighten Nicole more than being allowed to live. That feeling that knife being pulled out of her and her slowly sinking into death was worse than any alternative at this woman's hands. If Rosie knew so much, which obviously she did, then she would know that in all probability, Nicole knew all of the details of all of her crimes. She was playing with her. Playing mind games already. It was a lose lose situation for Nicole. It was a situation that no amount of training prepared someone for. Nicole's lips were trembling now. That training factor again. All of the training in the world was fine - but when it came down to it - when it came down to the nitty gritty, there was no telling how someone would act or react when it all seemed that the world was about to end around them. She tried one final time,

"What the fuck are you talking about 'undercover cop'. You really are mad. You've stabbed me for fucks sakes."

She stayed in Char mode but Nicole was there as well. She made a sound, a wet sound as Rosie jarred the knife a little bit. Just gave it a little minute shove to cause a sharp, deep pain inside her. She might have stumbled on her high heels but she didn't. Rosie was using the embedded knife as a handle. Using it to support Nicole.