Watching her chatting animatedly with the guys, I came down after my shower and headed to the kitchen.
— Are you going to share?
I hear as I take a water bottle from the fridge. I turn and look at him.
— Share what? _I don't have much patience, and this jerk knows it.
— Lavínia. Isn't that why you brought her?
I look him up and down with traces of disdain.
— What makes you think I brought her to share with you all? _I question, moving to fill my glass with water.
— You always share. _27 was setting the table. Everyone had names, but in the clan, they were known by numbers. — Remember when the four of us fucked a woman with a snake… using its tail? _He recalled a torture from over a year ago, seeming thrilled.
— You know damn well that wasn't meant to be pleasurable that day.
— It was inevitable. I like those kinds of unusual things. Didn't you see how hard I got back then? _He said, pausing to think, diving into the memories of that day. — The woman was heartless; she had molested her baby son. Nothing fairer than shoving a live snake into that wretch's pussy.
— And I'm the sick one. _I say sarcastically, drinking my water and soothing my dry throat.
— So you didn't bring her to share with us?
— I'd have to be dead for any of you to touch a single hair on Lavínia's head indecently.
27 laughed and shook his head.
— She's beautiful. Way better than in the photo.
— Yes, she is.
— Did you find the kid?
— Not yet. But it's only a matter of time.
— When I saw her, I thought you'd already kidnapped her. But then I remembered you'd never bring her to the mansion—you'd take her to the forest.
— Good thing you know me so well.
— Why is she here? _He questioned.
— Some strange people are going to the brothel tonight; I suspect there's an investigator among them. _I reveal.
— Do you think the old man figured out the body wasn't his daughter's?
— We'll know in a few days. For now, I'll have to keep an eye on her.
— Why don't we just kill him?
— Because it wouldn't be fun if it was all too quick. _I smirk with scorn.
— 1's probably spilling everything. _He commented, alerting me.
— He knows what to say and what not to. I don't care if she knows who I am and what we are. _I glance at the hallway. It's good that she knows who I am—it'll keep that bold, sharp tongue of hers in check.
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It's obvious I didn't trust any man near Lavínia, which is why I was discreetly attentive to the three talking to her. Everyone here knows what she is, and believe me, as much as we try to avoid imagining her in a lustful way, it's impossible to forget that Lavínia is a harlot, even if she was forced into it by circumstances.
As a man, I know what goes through another man's head when he's in front of a beautiful woman who makes a living fucking. Still, I feel a bit more at ease seeing the three treating her like a guest and making her smile at the table.
Every now and then, I catch myself staring at her. She picked up a glass from the table and inhaled the wine's aroma as she swirled it, beautifully.
— Come on, I want to know more about you guys. What's the most outrageous thing you've ever done in this world of atrocities? _She asked, taking a small sip of the drink.
— You're talking like killing people isn't already outrageous. _2 laughed.
Lavínia caught me staring at her.
— I'm starting to normalize it. _She commented, and I'm sure she was referring to the cops I shot and killed for her. Her gaze shifted. — So… what's the most outrageous thing?
— I once ripped out a woman's pussy and sewed it onto a silicone inflatable doll. _I saw Lavínia flinch at what Hitman 1 said next. — I loved that wretch's pussy and hated her. So I found a way. I enjoyed it for a few days until it rotted.
Lavínia coughed and took another sip of wine.
— My God! Damn! _Her disbelief and shock were obvious.
— An outrageous thing I remember… _Hitman 27 thought and looked at me, revealing. — I think it was fucking the priest's ass in the church. He officiated my wedding, and I didn't like his blessing much—it felt fake.
— Lord! What a sin. _She laughed, horrified.
— On the sexual side, I've got something outrageous to share too. _2 raised his glass and looked at me, confessing not just his crime but ours. — The four of us here once shoved an entire snake inside a woman.
Lavínia shuddered, her hand trembling slightly as she set the glass on the table. Slowly, she looked at me again. It'd be understandable if she freaked out.
It's not every day you sit at a table with such insane people.
— I suppose your hellish outrageous thing is… eating a corpse. _She murmured, her voice faltering.
I stand up, and everyone at the table looks at me, eager and expectant.
— My mother was very much alive when I ate her. _I reveal, devoid of any emotion, and leave the dining room.
Reliving that part of my life wasn't something I took pride in.
But yes, the story behind it is much worse.
My father didn't torture me for no reason.
---
— Can I come in? _It was her, Lavínia, entering my room next to the one I gave her to sleep in.
I was smoking, sitting in an armchair by the window with the lights off, using only the moonlight.
— You're already in. _I exhale the smoke and take another drag of my cigarette.
She leaned against the door, and I noticed she was wearing a men's t-shirt—one I didn't give her.
I must've been staring at her with some unnatural glint in the dimness of my room, making her realize I hated that fabric on her, because she answered exactly what I wanted to know.
— I asked one of your men to lend me a t-shirt he wasn't using.
— And why didn't you ask me?
— I didn't want to bother you.
— So what are you doing in my room? _I turn on the lamp beside me, and her eyes widen when she sees me completely naked.
She quickly covered her face and turned her back.
— Can't you put something on? _She asked nervously, as if she hadn't already seen me naked.
— No. I'm in my room, and I only sleep naked. What do you want? _I ask.
— I came to talk to you. _Slowly, she turned and lowered her hands from her face, avoiding looking at me and sitting on my bed, gripping the edge tightly and pressing her legs together. She looks at me, seeming determined to focus only on my face. — Is it because of what you said at dinner that you're like this?
— Like what?
— A killer.
— Maybe. _I take a drag of my cigarette and glimpse her face through the rising smoke.
— You know you're going to hell, right? Not just you, all of them.
The sound of my laugh is low, because that's some audacity.
— And you know I'll drag you with me, don't you? _I return the question sarcastically.
— Why? _She seemed lost, trying to understand the reason.
— I don't like you.
— Because I'm a prostitute? That's what you said the first time you came to me. You said you were disgusted by women like me. _She sounded distressed.
— That has nothing to do with why I hate you.
— So it's because I'm refusing to sleep with you?
— No. Because if there's one thing you'll do with me, it's sleep with me.
She shook her head and, for a moment, dragged her gaze over my body, focusing on my abdomen full of scars.
— Was it your mother who did this to you?
— A dead person doesn't come back to take revenge in life; the dead prefer mental vengeance. _I say, leaning my shoulders forward, taking one last drag and letting the cigarette butt fall to the floor, where I extinguish it with the sole of my bare foot.
— Did you kill her?
Annoyed by all the questions, I stand and walk to stand in front of her as she sits on my bed, looking up at my face.
At that moment, my men enter and lock my bedroom door.
Lavínia looked and saw them all strip naked. Her expression was one of terror.
The moment the little owl with the pretty eyes stood up, I closed a hand around her neck and threw her onto the bed, collapsing my body over hers.
— Have I told you I love the fear in your eyes?
I'd rather stay quiet and focus on breathing.