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Chapter 156: Vitale, Part 16
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The Master's Child Chapter 157: Vitale, Part 17
CharlotteMy Master behind me, he rested his cheek against mine, laid his hands on my shoulders. "Knees," he whispered.It sounded like a command. Nonetheless, he held my arm, balancing me as I dropped, first to my knees, then all the way, to crouch at his feet, and Richard's too; face downward, my hands outstretched, palms to the floor. It's not cold or painful. Protecting me from the hard stone flags of the basement, the matting indents slightly at knee and toe and elbow. I crouch at my Master's feet, submissive as he wishes...Something kisses my aching sex, and I shudder.I gave myself to him long ago.And he gave Michael to me. And now Richard too.It's a heady mix.From above me; a silken rustle; my hair is brushed to one side. But I am not invited to move. No assisting hand raises me to my feet.I wait...The rustle of fabric and the creak of his shoes as my Master shifts on his feet...The scent of new leather and the tang of polish...The fragrance of
The Master's Child Chapter 158: Vitale, Part 18
Michael leaves Beth for the half-minute it takes to grind the gears forward a notch, and irresistibly, inexorably, my arms are drawn up at the wrists, leaving me teetering on the balls of my feet.I'm quivering with tension, almost crucified. Muscles straining, I lose what's left of my balance and my weight drops onto my wrists before Richard snakes an arm around my waist to support me. "Perfect. Tell me, Charlotte, do you enjoy having my wife watch while I fuck you?"In my strained position, my breathing is tight and I'm fighting for the words. In the second or so before I reply, leather tongues swipe behind my thighs again, biting in. Only a single stroke this time, but the stripes glow hot...Sitting down's not going to be fun tomorrow...But Pussy doesn't care. Pussy pulses hot juices down my thighs."Well, Charlotte? Answer the question. Do you enjoy having Elizabeth watch while I enjoy the use of your body?" My mouth is hot and dry. My pussy is hot and wet. And swoll
The Master's Child Chapter 159: Vitale, Part 19
KlempnerIt's not as though I don't have the time to think... To plan...I might be short on the creature comforts, but if there's one thing I have in endless supply, it's time.And the time hangs.There are times I consider finishing it. It wouldn't be difficult: to tangle myself in the chain and let myself fall into the fetid water.But even at the end of hope, life remains sweet.And I have a better reason...Mitch...When I think of Juliana's threats, my throat tightens, my breath catches. My mind freezes over.But I'm no good to Mitch like that. Or Jenny. So I don't let myself dwell on it.She's alive...If she weren't. Or if Juliana had succeeded in committing some harm to her, I'm quite sure she would have told me. Almost certainly, she would show me some kind of proof.She hasn't. Ergo, Mitch is alive and well.But Juliana is never going to release me...The key...It dangles from its nail, tormenting me with its promise of freedom. I have to be
The Master's Child Chapter 160: Vitale, Part 20
KlempnerWhat's the obsession with potatoes?I called her Potato Face when she was a kid. What does she look like now?Jenny was no looker at that age...... But she matured. Bloomed.Juliana... Never the same twice.I scratch at my beard. I've never liked facial hair in hot climates, but I don't have a choice right now. Even so, the flourishing colony of lice that has stowed aboard adds an extra edge of irritation.Lice...Where the fuck did they come from?Can rat lice live on humans?Having a fucking good go at it...I catch one, squeezing the revolting thing between my fingernails. It bursts with a Pop!Only another 999 to go...*****The boredom's the worst. Endless hours. Endless days and nights. I've no idea how long.The only breaks in the monotony are Juliana's visits: just long enough to sit, eat something at me, toss a potato at me.No, not Juliana: Solana.Why's she so obsessed with the name?How many names have I used over the years?
The Master's Child Chapter 161: Vitale, Part 21
What did she get so upset about?Suggesting I was her friend?It's the obvious answer, but it doesn't feel right. Juliana seemed more amused when I suggested it. At worst, thoughtful.So what upset her?I replay the conversation in my head.I'm not claiming to have changed. Who ever really changes? Have you changed, Juliana?"My comment that no one changes. It's all a facade...That's what triggered it.But mainly, I was talking about myself... Not her.But is that what she heard?*****No one changes?That's what enraged her?Or the suggestion that she hasn't changed.So...... Follow the logic...What was Juliana that she believes... or wants... to have changed from?She's a psycho......Does she know that?...Yes. And she doesn't care. She almost revels in it. How many she's murdered...??Is that aspirational?She wants to to be a murderess?Or... she wants to be wicked?There's a kind of glamour to wickednessShe wouldn't
The Master's Child Chapter 162: Vitale, Part 22
Semi-supported by my hold, she doesn't fall all the way, but hangs poised, scraping those pointed heels over the concrete, trying to regain her feet, trying to break away.But on the slick surface, there no grip to be had and the heels scrape uselessly at the concrete. She cries out, face contorting as she tries to twist free of my grasp. Shrieking like a banshee, screeching like a fishwife... "Fuck you!" ... she struggles and squirms and twists...... then abruptly, changes tack, flinging herself forward, and head down, drops to my hand, sinking in her teeth.Pain stabs up my arm and involuntarily, briefly, my fingers slacken. And in the instant before I regain my hold, with a shriek of triumph, she's pulled free.As she slips loose of my grip, she drops, landing with a bump on her ass, scrambling backwards, shoving herself along on palms and the ridiculous silver-vinyl boots. Hurling myself after her, forward and down, I land with a jarring thud, arms at full stretch, stra
The Master's Child Chapter 163: Natale, Part 1
KlempnerJuliana coughs and her face twists, more blood spilling now from her mouth. "Gotcha, Larry."I watch as, in a slow exhalation, the air escapes her throat. Her eyes lose their focus and freeze into a sightless stare."Juliana?"She doesn't move, quite still. No lift to her chest. No flutter to her eyelids."Juliana?"She doesn't move again.I'm quite alone.No-one knows I'm here.No-one is coming.I gaze into the abyss.*****The blood pounds at my temples. My breath comes in short snatches. My vision is dark at the edges...Flattening myself back against the wall, I scrutinize the prone Juliana, hoping that I might be mistaken; that there's a breath of life in her.I'm only fooling myself. Not even that. I know a corpse when I see one.Juliana was the only person who knew I was here. She murdered anyone else who might know how to find me. Or even that I existed.Arms wrapped around my knees, I shudder, muscles trembling and out of control. Head
The Master's Child Chapter 164: Natale, Part 2
A dozen throws later, I concede that I'm not going to succeed this way. My makeshift lasso has ample range to reach but, the palm lying flat to the ground, I can't get the loop around. At the least, I need to snag a hand to have any hope of towing Juliana closer...No...A finger would do it...It just needs a good hold...Picking at the knot to my loop of rope, I unravel it. Irritatingly, the soaking in the water, or maybe the subsequent drying, has shrunk the cloth a little and the knot has tightened. It would do my soul good to curse and fling the wretched thing against the wall, but resisting my own temper, I work away at the snarl of tattered cloth and frayed threads until it unravels.My thinking is frayed too...Dehydration?I treat myself to a break, unfolding stiff joints to stand up and taking the time to allow myself a real drink: enough to quench thirst. Refreshed, I settle down again to re-tie my lasso, this time with a slip knot, and making my loop only a fe
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It's cold outside, but Klempner sits on the low terrace wall wearing no more than a thin pullover."Want one of these?" I proffer a coffee, heavily laced with whiskey, topped with thick cream.He startles, but then, "Thank you, James." He doesn't smile. His eyes are soft with melancholy as he stares down, watching October mist curling over the lake."Will you visit the grave?""Yes." The single word isn't followed by any others."When will you go?""Sooner rather than later." He breathes steam and fragrant alcohol. "I'm making arrangements now. The Canadian winter arrives early and in force. It'll be under six feet of snow there very soon, and for the next several months.""Would you mind some company?"He twists to face me. "You want to come?""I'd like to pay my respects to the brave woman for whom my daughter is named."He blinks, nodding as he casts his gaze down. "Thank you, James. I appreciate that.""Charlotte wants to go as well."And now he smiles. I
The Master's Child Chapter 192: Natale, Part 30
JamesFamily...All gathered together around the breakfast table: Michael to the left of Charlotte, I'm to her right, bouncing Cara on my knee while Charlotte takes a break to get some food down her throat. Beyond Michael, Beth feeds Adam, Richard flanking them.Klempner and Mitch sit side by side. She's turned discreetly away, feeding Vicky. Larry watches, still wearing that slightly spaced-out expression...Man-in-shock?For all the right reasons...Charlotte is very quiet. She eats, but her gaze sweeps the table and back again.Once she had nothing...Briefly, her eyes lock with her father's. He cocks his head, eyes full of question, but then her gaze moves on.What's he thinking?It's not hard to figure. Right from the time Klempner arrived back with us, although he's clearly content to be here, he's had an air of... waiting...The Rat-Tat! of the front door rattles down the hall.Michael pushes his chair back. "I'll go." A half-eaten slice of toast in one h
The Master's Child Chapter 191: Natale, Part 29
RichardMy intercom buzzes. "Yes, Francis?""I have the police commissioner on for you, Mr Haswell. He... doesn't sound very happy."I can guess what this is going to be about. I've been waiting for it. "Thanks for the warning, Francis. Put him through please..." The line clicks and reconnects. "Richard?""Good morning, Will. What can I do for you?""I think you can guess why I'm calling you. I'm hearing rumours I don't like. Disturbing rumours.""I believe, Will, that I know which rumours you mean. I've been wanting to discuss them with you. Perhaps you would like to meet for lunch to discuss the matter? Somewhere quiet? ""And away from the office? Yes, I think so."*****The waiter sets a plate in front of each of us, steak in pepper sauce for Will, a prawn souffle for me. He tops up the glasses of Cabernet. "Is there anything else, sir?""No, thank you. That's perfect." I wait until he is out of earshot before I speak. "So, Will...These disturbing rumours?
The Master's Child Chapter 190: Natale, Part 28
KlempnerThe view is restful. Living in Mitch's small apartment, hidden away from the world, does...... I suppose...... constitute 'domestic bliss'. But that's at night. For much of the day, we spend our time in the main family home of Jenny's Triad. The women chatter and gossip. The men alternate between business and banter. One or other of the babies always needs attention...It's exhausting.But when it comes to it, that's not the root of my problem.Retreating from noise and activity and 'family-fun' to the sanctuary of the terrace, I let the view wash away the anxiety gnawing at the back of my mind.It's always the waiting...Give me action and some lunatic with a gun every time...Stay calm...Mist curls over the lake far below. On the slopes close by, every blade of grass is etched with a rime of frost that will thaw to dew when the sun crests the mountain. Further down, the individual blades meld into a smooth sheet of silver that merge into haze and wa
The Master's Child Chapter 189: Natale, Part 27
Two coffeepots later, we've run out of croissants and moved onto toasted muffins. James slices one in two, dropping the halves into the toaster. He pauses, "Another one, Beth?"She's sitting up against the headboard, next to Charlotte, the two propped up against each other, eating from a shared plate. Beth slathers butter and blackberry jam onto what she has. "Thanks, but I'm fine with this, James. I'll not eat again 'til suppertime.""Charlotte?""Mmmm..." She nods, mumbling through a mouthful, wiping a smear of melted butter from the corner of her mouth. She swallows, then holds up half a muffin - minus two bites. "What is it about muffins and bad weather? I always want more of them."James rolls a look at her, then to me, shaking his head...A wise man says nothing...Richard sucks jam from his fingers, lips smacking. "On a complete change of subject... Elizabeth and I were talking..." Beth falls still, her shoulders slumping... "... Please don't take this the wrong way,
The Master's Child Chapter 188: Natale, Part 26
MichaelIt's dark...What woke me?Somewhere down and beside me, the sound of whining. "Scruffy? You need to go out, boy?"At this hour?What the hell time is it?I'm snug and comfortable, draped with a thick duvet. Charlotte, warm and fragrant, sleeps tucked in beside me. Through the curtains, it's pitch-black.Scruffy whines again, this time scratching at the bed.Wonder if he's eaten something he shouldn't?Stretching an arm blindly out beyond the cosy comfort of the blankets, I pat across the side-table, hunting for the light switch. When I find it, as it turns out, it's not Scruffy's habit of eating every bit of rubbish he comes across that is at fault. The clock tells me it's half past seven and my rag-tag mongrel is making a perfectly reasonable request to be let out to relieve the pressures of the night.But outside, there's no sign of daylight and, joys of joys, rain lashes against the window.Goodbye to summer...Scruffy's whining ups by half an octave
The Master's Child Chapter 187: Natale, Part 25
JamesAn orderly tries to block the way, arms outstretched in front of the door. "Sir, you can't..."Klempner simply brushes by him.From beyond, Mitch's voice. "Let him in..."The orderly spins, mouth open. "What? All of them?""Yes!!!! Ah... Fuccckkkk...."The monk's feet skid uselessly over the polished floor as he tries to resist his inexorable forward journey into the delivery room. His voice rises to a wail. "But I'm not a priest. I can't do this." Klempner growls, "I don't care if you're a priest, a rabbi, an imam, or if you ran the Bring-and-Buy at the church garden party. The lady here wants our child born in wedlock. You're going to marry us."Klempner turns his attention to Mitch, lying on her back on the delivery table, yelling her way through another contraction. She flings out an arm, grabbing at his wrist. He winces, but lays his other hand on top. "We'll just let this one pass..."The midwife, checking a bleeping monitor, flashes a look at Mitch. "Yo
The Master's Child Chapter 186: Natale, Part 24
RichardMy mobile bleeps: James.Landed. at airport now. home approx 90 mins. Tell Mitch he's keenElizabeth grins at me as I tap in the reply.don't go home. come city hospital. Mitch in labourThere's a short pause...Elizabeth holds up her hand, counting down silent fingers: Five... Four... Three... Two...... and my mobile bleeps again.When M go into labour?3 hrs doc and midwife say early but all normal all goodWith you ASAP K got taxi flying on wings of fire*****The corridor is painted the required institutional off-white, scraped black in long stripes at trolley-bed height. The lighting is the compulsory harsh fluorescent white. One strip blinks on and off. Signs point off down apparently identical corridors: Intensive Care... Reception... A & E... Chapel and Prayer Room... Radiology... Cardiology... Breast Screening...How many ways is it possible to be sick?Footsteps echo along the corridor; marching footsteps, almost stampeding footsteps.A
The Master's Child Chapter 185: Natale, Part 23
KlempnerAt last, I get some privacy with her. James ushers out Jenny, protesting all the way. Michael leaves too, turning as he exits to give me a kind of approving nod.Haswell poured glasses of champagne, passing them around at their side of the screen, although I did notice that he poured for Mitch from a different bottle. The top of the flute is just in view, spitting the odd bubble over the rim."Are you alone now?"She looks sidelong, off-screen. "Yes, they've gone.""What's Kirstie doing there?""I'm fitting her for her wedding dress. They've set the date for Christmas, remember.""I didn't know that.""Oh... no... Of course you wouldn't." She takes a sip of her bubbly, looking away. "It's been so long. They said you were dead. The police said there was a body.""There was, but not mine."She peers into the screen, searching my face. "How are you? What happened?""I'll tell you sometime, but not now. What's important, is how you are and..." I nod down, bel
