Killing Kate (22 page)

Justin brings me home and I sleep
for a long time.  He tells me fifteen hours, and when I wake up, there is a ton
of food from Louisa and I eat some of it even though I'm not at all hungry.  I
smoke a few cigarettes on the back porch and come inside and tell Justin that I
want to be alone.  He looks hurt.

“Jenna, I'm not sure that's a good
idea,” he says.  He looks uncomfortable.  “Is this about what you said to Devin
at the hospital?”

I shake my head.  “No, it's not,” I
say.  Or at least the part Justin heard.  “I promise we will talk about that. 
I know you want to talk.”

“Only if you want to,” he says.

I nod.  “I will, I promise.  Right
now there's no point.  I really just want to sit down and be alone.  I won't be
much fun.”

“I'm okay with that,” Justin says. 
“You don't have to be fun.  I just want to stay with you.”

I am frustrated.  “Justin, please,”
I plead.  “Just go home tonight.  I'll call you in the morning, but right now I
can't be with you, or anyone.”

“Fine,” he sighs.  “Don't push me
away, though.”  I stand up and kiss him gently.  Looking at his face closely, I
can see he's been crying as well.  Typical man, I think, who won't cry in front
of me.

After I see Justin drive away I
jump into the shower and hose off two days of sleep and tears.  I shampoo my
hair and shave everything below my eyebrows and step out smelling like the
exotically spiced body soap I purchased for special occasions.  I rub myself
down with body oil until I am glistening and put on enough makeup to hide the
puffiness.  As my hair air dries, I dress myself in a matching black lacy bra
and panties and pick up my phone.  My hands aren't shaking as I would expect
them to.  I have a new confidence that I'm convinced comes from Kate.  She is
still with me, I know, but I am in control.

“Hello Jenna,” I hear Drake say. 
My heart starts to pound.  So much for confidence, I think, but I take a deep
breath.

“Hello,” I purr.  “I need some
company.”

“I read about your brother this
morning in the paper,” he says.  I wasn't counting on that.  “I'm very sorry
for your loss.”

“Thank you,” I say through my
teeth.  “Care to come over and comfort me?”

“Oh, I think you don't need that
from me,” he said.  “You can't get that from the young strapping man you're
with now?”

“Alright,” I say.  “How about
this?  I have something you want and I'd like to give it to you.”  There is
silence on the other end of the phone.  “No strings attached,” I add.

“There are always strings
attached,” he says.  “I'll be over in one hour.”

I hang up and go to my purse. 
Luckily, Justin never bothered to check inside while I was sleeping and the gun
and DVD are still in there.  I spend some time pacing around and finally the
doorbell rings.  Drake is there wearing a suit with no tie and looking
completely perfect and composed.  His hair is slicked back and while he is
still handsome as hell, he’s downright ugly to me right now.  I let him inside
and shut the door.  “Hello Jenna,” he says.  “Do you have something for me?”

“I do,” I say, and walk over to my
purse.  I touch the gun and pull out the DVD and show it to him.  “Why don't
you watch it with me?” I ask him.

His eyes widen and he grins.  “Oh? 
I would have never guessed you would be up for that.  Maybe you’re more like me
than I initially thought.  I'd love to watch it with you.”

“You have no idea how much I'm like
you,” I say.  “We can't watch it up here,” I tell him.  “The DVD player doesn’t
work.  Let's go down to the basement.  I found exactly what you were looking
for.  My father's private library.  I thought you might be interested to see it
all.”

“I have no interest in the rest of
what your perverted father stashed away in this house,” Drake replies.  “And as
much as I’d like to relive your childhood with you, I don’t really have time to
sit and have movie night with you.  Of course I’d love to watch it with you,
but I don’t trust you to give this to me in the end.  I'll just take this and
go.  I'm sure my brother will be quite interested to have this in his
possession.”

“You're not leaving with this,” I
say, and pull the gun out of my purse and point it at him.  “Start walking.”

Drake smirks and turns around.  “Where
would you like me to walk?  And what do you intend to do with that gun?” he
asks me.  “Shoot me?”

“Walk down that hallway and open
the second door to your right.  I'm going to kill you,” I say.  “My brother
died riding his motorcycle on his way to kill you.  I'm doing what he should
have succeeded in doing.”  Drake begins to walk to the basement door and opens
it.  “Downstairs,” I command him and he starts down the stairs, arms over his
head in defensive mode.  He and I are down there with the rubble of broken
brick wall and the wall of DVDs.  “Turn to me and sit down in that chair,” I
say, motioning toward the recliner with the gun still pointed at him.

Drake whirls around and whips his
leg out and kicks the gun out of my hand.  I scream in surprise and we both
scramble for the gun.  He gets to it first and points it at me.  “I'm a Tae
Kwon Do black belt,” he tells me.  “I think you underestimated me.  And what the
fuck are you?  You're a child prostitute turned lunatic who thinks she can kill
someone for revenge?  I think you've been watching too many soap operas.”

I stare at him, unable to move.  I
am still clutching the DVD.  “Drop that,” he says, “and slide it over to me.”

“No,” I whisper.  “I’d rather you
kill me first.”  I shake my head and Drake points the gun at my head, making me
shriek unexpectedly.  I thought I could be strong, but feeling a gun pressed
against my temple makes me shake uncontrollably.

“Give it to me!” he shouts.  “Give
me the fucking DVD or I'll just kill you and take it.”

Sobbing, I slide it over to him and
he opens the case.  “I guess I will have to watch it to know whether you're
bullshitting me or not,” he says.  “This could be one of many DVDs, I can see,”
he says nodding toward Jack’s collection.  “I'm not leaving this house until I
know for sure I have the right one.”

I see Drake squat down in front of
the TV and put the DVD in the player.  He turns it on and I see a man who is
definitely related to Drake kneeling and receiving oral sex from an eight year
old me.  I’d have some horrified reaction if I wasn’t so scared.  Mike Carroll,
I presume.  Drake sits down in the chair and stares at the screen and I wonder
why he can't just go, now that he knows that it's the right DVD.  I look at him
and notice his eyes are glazed over, and with disgust I see him unzip his pants
and reach inside.  He begins to masturbate and watch, the other hand with the
gun in it slack next to him.

I look next to me and see a loose
brick.  It's a longshot, but Drake seems...out of it.  I’ve never been so
grateful for pornography.  My hand wraps around the brick and with a rush of
adrenaline, I lunge over to him and smash the brick into his head and grab the
gun.  His face goes from shocked to slack.

*

Drake moans when he comes to, and
twitches slightly.  Something doesn’t feel right.  His head, mostly.  It’s
pounding.  The concrete floor beneath him feels cold under his cheek.  His body
is stretched out in an unusual way and when he tries to move, he realizes he
can’t.  That bitch tied him down!

That bitch is actually sitting on
his back right now.  Out of the corner of his eye he sees a black stockinged
leg with a stiletto heel stretched out.  His hands are tied to the TV stand,
and his legs are tied to the recliner.  He moves his head a bit to the side and
feels the barrel of the gun against the base of his skull.  “Don’t fucking
move.”

“Jenna, don’t do this,” he pleads. 
“You don’t want to do this.  You’ll go to jail.”

“I’m not Jenna,” Kate says. 
“You’ve met me before.  Only this time, I’m going to be in complete control.”

The realization of what’s happening
dawns on Drake.  “Holy shit, you’re fucking insane.”

Kate frowns.  “You expect someone
who went through that to be sane?” she asks, indicating the television which is
still playing the video.

“Shit, you really are fucked up,”
Drake says.  “It’s not just a game you were playing with me that night.  You
honestly think you’re another person.  Your voice, the way you are, everything
is like another person.”

“We aren’t the same person,” Kate
says.  “Jenna is weak where I’m strong.  She wouldn’t be able to confront you
and do to you what I’m planning to do to you now.”

Drake cringes.  “What the hell are
you planning to do to me?”

Kate smiles.  “See that little girl
in that video?” she asks him, physically turning his head toward the screen. 
Drake watches as the girl on the television is forced to bend down and sees his
brother Mike kneel behind her.  “See the things your brother made her do while
you watched?  Did you ever think of how it felt to be forced to do something
you don’t want to do and have no choice?”

Drake doesn’t answer for a second,
and feels the gun push harder against his neck.  One shot and he’s dead or
paralyzed.  “No,” he replies.  “I’ve never thought of it.”

“I just wish I had the equipment to
record it,” Kate replies.  “I’m sure that watching what I’m about to do to you
would turn me on as much as watching what your brother did to me years ago
turns you on.”

“Fuck you,” Drake spits at her. 
“You’re a fucking crazy whore.”

“I love being a crazy whore,” Kate
replies.  She stands up, holding the gun pointed at Drake while she moves
around so he can see her.  She’s only wearing thigh high stockings and a
garter, black lacy panties and a black bra.  She masterfully unhooks her
garters from her stockings and pulls her panties down.  “I’m so wet right now,”
she whispers.  “You can’t imagine how wet this whole thing makes me when I
think about hurting you.  I’m going to make you taste me.”  She kneels down and
forces her panties inside of Drake’s mouth.  He can taste her and ironically
feels himself getting hard.  Maybe this isn’t so bad, he thinks.  It’s kind of
hot.  He watches Kate play with herself with his mouth stuffed full of her
soaking panties and feels his own cock pressing against the cold concrete
floor.  She moans but doesn’t take her eyes off of Drake and never lets her
guard down with the gun, which is still pointed at him.  When she comes, her
knees buckle and she drops down to the floor, breathing heavily.  She catches
her breath and looks at him languidly.  “Are you ready?”

For what?  Drake wonders.  He can’t
say anything with the panties stuffed in his mouth.  His throat feels dry and
his eyes are tearing up.  Kate responds by walking away and up the stairs. 
Drake immediately begins pulling on the ropes that have him bound up to the TV
stand and the chair.  He considers trying to heave the TV stand away but it’s
pretty heavy, he discovers when he tenses his arms.  He tries to move the chair
with his legs and succeeds a bit, making a loud scraping sound against the
concrete.  Kate comes bounding back down the stairs, pointing the gun at him.

“Don’t fucking move!” she shrieks. 
She walks directly up to him and he feels the cold metal against his cheek. 
With horror he sees she has put on a strap-on dildo.  Kate sees Drake eye it
and smiles and begins to stroke it.  “I’m going to take my panties out of your
mouth now,” she says.  “You’re not going to say a fucking word.  You’re going
to suck this.  I’m going to make you choke on it, just like your brother made
me choke on his cock years ago.  Do you understand.  He nods, and she brings
her hand toward his mouth and hesitates for a moment.  “Don’t bite me,” she
says.  “I’ll shoot you.”

He’s not sure whether to believe
her or not but decides she’s crazy enough that she probably would.  Besides,
what would biting her accomplish.  She slowly takes hold of the panties between
her thumb and forefinger and pulls them out of his mouth.  As soon as he gasps
for breath, she twists his neck violently to the side and pushes the silicone
cock inside his mouth, making him gag.  “Throw up on me and I’ll shoot you,”
she says.  “My daddy used to smack me for doing anything like that, and I’ll
take it one step further with you.”

Drake’s eyes well up with tears as
he feels her push the cock inside of his mouth even further.  Yet the smell of
Jenna or Kate or whoever she is makes his cock press even harder against the
floor.

“Get it good and wet,” Kate says. 
“The wetter you get it, the less it will hurt when I fuck you with it.”  Drake
tries to pull back in horror but Kate clutches his head closer to her with one
hand and aims the gun with the other.  “Don’t even think about it,” she says. 
She gags him with the dildo one last time and gets up and walks around behind
him.  Drake can’t see her but feels the gun suddenly on the back of his neck
again, and the hard silicone pressed into his back.  Kate reaches around to
unfasten his belt and fumbles a bit one-handed, but eventually gets it off,
along with his button and zipper.  Drake feels the cold air on his bare ass and
shudders when he thinks about what’s in store.

Kate whips the belt high in the air
and brings it down hard against Drake’s bare thighs, making him practically
scream like a girl.  “Fuck you!” she shouts.  She kneels down behind Drake and
puts the gun to her side.  She needs both hands.  Drake can feel the strap-on
against his back.  Kate takes the belt and brings it around to his mouth. 
“Bite down,” she says.  He complies and she brings the belt straps around to
the back of his head and fastens it tightly behind him.  Drake is having a hard
time breathing, but can’t talk with the leather strap in his mouth.  When he
feels the hard shaft plunging inside of him, he makes the most horrible
agitated noise he can possibly make while biting down on the leather strap as
hard as he can.