| Subject: Chapter 212 - Part 2 (16 and above) (end of chapter 212) |
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Date Posted: Wednesday, November 02, 06:42:58am
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KatherineG.
's message, "Dreams in the Dark (203 > )" on Monday, October 03, 07:35:40am
He was grinning a hyena-like smile, as he thought over this possibility, over all that Hillinger had promised him. Yeah, now, Kitty--*there* was a bitch ready for the taking; he managed, somehow, not to laugh. And he was just the man to teach her what it was to give in.
He was loving this fact now, was nearly hard with the thought of paying her back for her earlier rudeness. A little bit of the hard-to-get act could be an amusing tease, but she had already carried it too far; he had had to call off all remarks to her to even keep his place on the set. Something in him roiled. And he would be damn sure to pay her back in full for that.
It was hard not to let everyone hear his pleasure at this thought, his awful grin widening, as the possibilities turned. She wasn't an utter innocent, of course, but not all the bitches he had had were. In fact, they were usually more fun, if they weren't. Some whore like Sondra could just close down, could tell herself that there was nothing to enjoy in the things he did to her--however much she knew she liked them deep inside. But a bitch like Kitty, one who had been trained, as Samuelle had obviously taught her . . . Mm.
He was licking his lips now--a sight few people would want to watch for long. But his thoughts were far less savory than even that image. Just watching the couple together could get him hard, the man's control over his wife so obvious. He had used Sondra long into the night before thinking about how many ways the actor had probably fucked the woman--could get off even on that worthless bitch with the thought. It would make her so much better. A girl who got trained knew how to give everything a man wanted, knew not to question him. Whether being with him was supposedly her choice or not, she could give in with the best; he had to shift himself, already aroused. And that would make her lots of fun to fuck.
He was planning on this now, couldn't wait to get his hands on her. It only made it better that he had been offered her by both Hillinger *and*, in her rather veiled way, Madeline--knew there was no way out for the actress. Because, whatever her husband might think of himself, those were two people you didn't play with for long.
He was very pleased with this fact, had no doubts about the pair's plans for the couple, certain they would work. And, if the gunman wanted his crack at the actress first, so be it. He was a generous man. Besides, for a bitch like Kitty, you were a fool if you didn't throw a party.
He was loving this--the couple's future entirely planned out in his mind, his pleasure the only antidote for his disgust with keeping Sondra around. After all, he kept Formitz nearby for a reason; his grin grew. Now, *there* was a man who knew how to get rid of an inconvenient woman.
He liked thinking about this, had grown accustomed to the man's style. At first, he had been a little squeamish about it--not enough to turn him down, just enough to not want to see the results. But now, he was starting to see the man's point. There *was* an art to his disposal methods, especially with the really boring dames; he managed not to laugh. He had been damn lucky to have made him a partner so long ago.
He couldn't help thinking back on this now, remembering how it had started. It had all been around the time he had acquired his little disease, annoyance that it was. Still, he didn't care much about it, saw no reason to; everyone had to die somehow. As to insanity, he was stronger than that, would never let a little syphilis take out his mind; he almost shrugged. There was no reason to regret it at all.
He had been content with this fact for sometime, wasn't questioning. Besides, the disease meant that he could *really* mark his women; his grin broadened. There would be no way to forget him after that.
It was because of all of this that he hadn't bothered to get any treatments, his desire to have pain inflicted *on* him rather low. But that one bitch, all those years ago, hadn't gotten it, had threatened to let everyone know; a frown emerged. And it had been then that he had been happy to have known that Formitz was around.
This method of disposal had many perks for him, then; he had no plans of breaking the alliance. Besides, the man was good at what he did, could be amusing to watch; the disgusting smile returned. And he would be happy to watch him get rid of Sondra at quite some length.
His grin grew unpleasantly, as he looked into the girl again, imagining her demise with something approaching glee. It was what she deserved for boring him for so damn long; the smile faded, as he stared grumpily back at the filming. But maybe not. That didn't seem to be Madeline's plan, after all.
It was this intention he was thinking over, as his look soured considerably, trying to remember the deal he had made. The studio's tutor only wanted Sondra because of who she looked like, because of the switch that could be made. Of course, Michael would object to it, if he were still alive, but Bauer didn't think that would happen--whatever Madeline's plans. You didn't send in someone like Hillinger, if you wanted a lot of witnesses.
He had no real questions about their plots, saw no profit in such doubt. Even if Samuelle lived, he wouldn't be allowed to disturb them. With his plaything gone, the tutor would soon have him back in line--her pet dog brought back to heel. And then the last person who might reasonably question Kitty's whereabouts would be taken care of for good.
He was forgetting about Adrian in these musings, but he wasn't totally aware of such a lapse. As well-connected as he was about town, certain information had eluded him. And, whatever rumors he had heard, he wasn't entirely willing to believe that any woman had power enough to stop their plans.
He was all too willing to believe in the fallibility of the "gentler sex," then--even if he wasn't quite foolish enough to think them so delicate. The only reason he even accepted that Madeline had some way of getting what she wanted was in her connection to Wolfe--as unpleasant a thought as this was. The mogul had made the mistake of granting the tutor some sort of authority at the studio--or, rather, of not getting in the way of her taking it. Had it been himself, the situation would have been different, Madeline brought quickly to heel; he shrugged. But Wolfe wasn't him. Whatever failings the studio head might have as a man, then, were entirely of his own making.
None of these thoughts were allowed to linger, his confidence complete. All of their plans would dispose of the couple, Sondra's fate certain as well--if not quite enough for him; he would have preferred a show. His gaze drifted back to Kitty. But he would settle for the payment he was getting, instead.
He wasn't entirely happy with this outcome but could learn to live with it--so long as the girl he was so bored with would be gone for good. That was enough. There was only so much joy anyone could ask for out of life.
He leaned back in his chair, then, content enough for now. There wasn't even anything he had to do--except not grow impatient with the stupid girl Madeline would also be using. Soon, his various allies would rid him of an annoyance and bring him a much bigger prize--their only resistance disposed of in the process. That was all he wanted. Sometimes, your biggest challenge was simply having the patience to wait.
[End of Part 212]
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