Killing Kate(62)
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?”