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His normal routine gradually pulls him back from any grand thoughts about the two of them getting together. He thanks Mathew for a lovely evening and avoids his million and one questions about what happened as he walked her home. Caroline was also keen to know all the details, but hadn’t seen Flora to speak to since their double date.
Things settle down until;
“Ow!” Bill is annoyed. He’s dropped the carrier bag full of his week’s shopping. His things are everywhere.
“Sorry! Sorry!” comes the voice as he was on his knees collecting some runaway tins.
“Bill?”
He looks up.
He can’t see clearly at first.
It’s Flora.
“Flora, what a lovely surprise,” said Bill, standing up and ignoring his shopping. “How are you?”
“Oh, you know, not bad. Been busy recently. Mum, you know,” she says, “and work. What about you?”
“Oh, nothing special. The same old rut,” he beams. “I really enjoyed that night.”
“Me too; it was great fun, wasn’t it?”
“And Mathew and Caroline are great company. What are you doing now? Apart from picking up your shopping, that is.”
“Just heading home to make my dinner. You want to come?”
“I’d like that, Bill.”
I’m hot all of a sudden.
…
Bill opens the door, and she follows him in.
“Sorry about the mess.” He had heard people say this before. She is his first ever visitor.
Stay.
“Let me just boil some water for the pasta.”
“Mmm, that sounds lovely, Bill.”
Bill comes back from the kitchen to find Flora in his armchair looking flustered and biting her nails.
Will her scent linger?
“You OK, Flora?” bending down.
“Not so good, Bill. I can’t sleep. There’s too much going on. I need a good night’s sleep. I dream about you.
I dream about you.
“Can I do anything?”
“I’m not sure, Bill. You’re so sweet, and I’m so mean to you.”
“I said I would do anything for you, and I meant it,” says Bill, daring to think about stroking her hair.
“But would you, Bill? Because I can’t use my mum’s medicine, she needs it all now. I used to take a pill now and again, but she needs the whole prescription now, and I had a row with the doctor the last time I went there. They were so mean.”
“You can’t remember the name of the pills, can you?”
“No!” Tears trickling slowly down her cheeks. “They’re yellow, squishy things. They were just right.”
“They sound like Temazepam.”
“I have no idea.”
“Well, why don’t I try to find a box of them at the hospital? That should tide you over till you find another doctor.”
“You can’t do that, Bill. You could lose your job. It would affect our future.”
Our future!
“No problem, Flora.” Bill boasting, now. “Come round at the same time tomorrow. Is one box enough, do you think?”
“Maybe two or three would be better. How much are they, Bill?”
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it.”
“Oh, Bill. I don’t know how to thank you,” she says, standing up.
“No need.”
She gives Bill a loose hug, putting her mouth to his ear.
“We’d be so good together, Bill. Wouldn’t we?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“See you tomorrow, Bill,” she says, turning to leave him, hoping and hungry.
We’d be perfect together!
*****
She comes only for the pills the next evening and then leaves. She says she is too busy.
A week later. 10:30 in the evening.
There’s a knock at the door.
He’s in the shower.
Who the fuck?
“Who is it?”
“It’s me.”
He opens the door. Just a towel.
“I need more medicine, Bill. It’s for my mum. I need Diazepam.” She’s desperate.
He’s dripping.
“But that’s restricted, Flora. That stuff is counted in and counted out,” he says, slowly becoming alert.
…
“Have a look in here, Bill. Look what I’ve got.” She opens her bag.
…
“Put it on, Bill.” Now in command.
The darkness accentuates her voice.
“Hold out your hand, Bill.”
It can’t be!
“Now!”
The towel drops.
“Recognise this, Bill?”
He feels the stick, the two prongs.
“No gag tonight, Bill.”
I hope it’s the same as I remember.
“No, mistress.”
As his fingers go over the prongs, she flicks the switch.
“Enmm.”
“What are you, Bill?”
“I’m yours, mistress.”
“Exactly. Are you paying attention?”
The two prongs hit his inner left thigh.
“Ehnnn…”
“Too slow!”
“Focus for me.”
“I’ll do anything for you, mistress!”
The prongs hit his right buttock.
“Ehnnn…”
“Sorry, they’re restricted, slave!”
“But…”
Stroking between his legs now.
The words fall out, “I’ll do anything for you, mistress. Restrictions don’t matter. Leave it with me.”
…
“Would you like it if I came by the hospital one night when you’re working?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Are hospital beds big enough for you and me?” The cattle prod prongs still rubbing between his legs.
“Ehhmmm.”
“I bet you can go anywhere you like in the hospital, can’t you?” Rubbing a little harder.
“ehhhhhhh.”
“Shall I pull the trigger, slave?”
“Please, mistress. Please, mistress.”
…
“No.”
…
“Not yet.”
..
“Maybe next time.” She pulls back, puts the prod back in the bag and takes off his blindfold.
I can’t stop shaking… I wish she’d done it… Need her…
“I knew I could rely on you, Bill.”
And she was gone.
*****
She keeps turning up at his flat.
More pills.
More promises.
Then one night at about midnight, when he is on lates, there’s a knock on Bill’s office door.
“Hello, stranger.”
She’s in a good mood.
Looking good too.
“Flora.”
“You wanted to see me, didn’t you?”
“Eh… Yes, I did… eh, I mean… I do.” Bill looking around for any colleagues.
“So, this is your office?” studying everything on the shelves and on the desk, “Impressive, Bill.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Oh, come on, Bill. You’ve got your own office, and I bet this part of the hospital is your own little domain, isn’t it?”
“Well…”
“You said there are beds here, didn’t you?” All innocent. “I suppose there would be in a hospital, eh?”
“Yeah… most hospitals have beds, don’t they?”
“I want to stay, but not if you’re going to be like that. Show me the beds, Bill.”
Yes!
They walk along a long, poorly lit, shiny, green corridor until they come to a door marked Room 489. Bill unclips his bunch of keys from his belt and unlocks the door. They step in.
She’s on him immediately.
“Who do you think I am, Bill? Look at the state of them! No self-respecting girl would stand on one in work boots, never mind lie in one naked.”
Naked!
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“I just want to show you what size they are,” he whines. “Are they big enough for what you want to do?”
“Not bad, actually, Bill,” she says, coming closer. “Where are the clean ones?”
“We’ll need to go to another part of the hospital for them. Come”
“Not yet, Bill. Show me your domain first.”
He’s shown her two more rooms. In the second, she grabs him.
“I’m having trouble, Bill,” she hisses. “I’m having trouble keeping my hands off you!”
She’s mine!
She expertly twists his arm, forcing him to his knees in front of her.
“Do you like my new outfit, Bill? I bought it just for you.”
She bends down over him.
Her bra.
Cleavage.
I’ll remember every detail forever.
How can I be with her if I keep whimping out?
“I love it.”
She grabs his hair and holds his face millimeters from her cleavage.
He’s shaking.
Breathe them in while you’ve got the chance.
“I love it, what, Bill?”
“I love it, mistress.”
“And what’s this?” pushing his head down to her knees.
I can’t see; I need to see.
“What do you want, Bill?”
“I want you more than anything, mistress.”
“What would you do for a peek, Bill?”
“Anything, mistress. Tell me, and I’ll do my best to make it happen.” His breath catching now.
Please give me my reward.
Furious, she throws his head away from her, making him fall over ending up lying on his back on the floor.
“You’ll do your best! You’ll do your best! I’ll give you your best!”
She takes out a pair of shiny red pliers and leans over him.
“Do you remember, Bill?”
A metallic slicing as they open and close.
“Yes, mistress.”
“Shall I reacquaint you with them?” she said with a sneer.
The pliers touch his cheek
…
“You know best, mistress.”
…
They move to his left eye.
…
“So you’ll do your best, will you?”
…
Touch the hair inside his nose
…
“No, mistress. I’ll do anything. I promise.”
…
Ever so slowly, the pliers are put back in her bag.
…
She looks deep into his eyes. Smirks.
…
His sweat is dripping unnoticed onto the floor.
…
She turns and leaves without a word.
…
I’m learning… Our relationship… From strength to strength…
*****
Three weeks, two days, 20 hours and fifteen minutes later.
He’s standing at a urinal in the men’s toilets.
The disinfectant is fighting a losing battle.
Drip.
The prod runs up the back of his thigh.
“Hello, Bill,” she whispers into his right ear.
The jump was involuntary.
“Not speaking to me, Bill? No need to make a mess.”
Drip.
“I’m so glad you’re here, mistress,” he says, jiggling about and aiming for comfort now the job is done.
“How glad, Bill?”
“Extremely glad, mistress.”
You know everything I like.
“You know I do, mistress. You know all about me.”
Drip.
“Yes, I do, don’t I?”
…
“Have you found clean, empty beds yet, Bill?”
Please.
“Yes, mistress.” He whispers hoarsely, “I have some ready. Would you like to inspect them?”
“Not yet, Bill.” She was facing him now. Safe.
“Are they on this floor, Bill?”
Drip.
“Yes, mistress.”
“What else is on this floor, Bill? We didn’t finish our tour last time. You were busy with other things.”
“Storerooms, toilets, offices, the morgue, emergency wards, mistress. What would you like to see, mistress?”
“Show me the morgue, Bill?”
They wind their way through a maze of identical corridors and eventually through a pair of wide swing doors. She flinches at the smell.
“It’s busy here during the day,” Bill says. “At night, there’s no one.”
“Do bodies ever get lost down here?” she asks. “Misplaced? Maybe someone who doesn’t have any relatives?”
“It happens, but only once in a blue moon.”
Drip.
“What about extra bodies, Bill? Ones that have been processed wrong or something?”
“I’ve heard stories, but it definitely doesn’t happen every day. I think they need to call the police if that happens.”
“What about an incinerator? Do they burn bits of people they don’t need? You know leftover bits. That kind of thing.”
“It’s through here.” He almost takes her hand.
The heat is incredible after the cool corridors. They go in, and Bill explains the basics of working the incinerator.
“So, you know how to work it, Bill?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“You’re going to help me.”
“You know I’ll do anything for you, mistress.”
“I have an extra. Make it disappear,” she commands, “and you’ll get your reward.”
“Yes, mistress.”
“It’s in my car.”
Bill leads them back to the loading bay, takes a trolley and rolls it down to a long, sleek estate car. She opens the boot.
“Take him and burn him. There’re a couple of fingers in his pocket; make sure they don’t fall out.”
“Yes, mistress.”
She trusts me!
“You will get what you want, Bill. It will be beyond your imagination.”
Bill expertly maneuvers the body onto the trolley, pushes it up to the doors and turns round to say something, but Flora is in her car starting the engine, and is gone.
I’m special…
That’s what she meant…
She’s so busy…
What could be beyond my imagination?
*****
At the next monthly management meeting, Holly Mickelson idly comments that he seems to be more relaxed.
I’m hers.
There was a flutter of agreement from ‘the girls’, one of whom asks if he has at long last discovered a romantic attachment.
He lets himself go.
“Too soon to tell, you know. I don’t want to jinx it,” repeating what he had heard someone say on the bus, “but she’s given me a new reason to live.”
Much clucking, then obtuse remarks about how it is long overdue, and it’s about time someone shagged his brains out.
He returns to his office only to find Flora sitting in his chair studying his spreadsheets as if she is the one in charge.
She is.
This is his life now. She can turn up at any time.
As so often, she is dressed in a black three quarter length coat over a black twinset. A pearl choker around her neck.
“Hello, Bill,” she purrs, commanding, and assertive.
“I can’t express how glad I am to see you, mistress.”
She swivels a little in the chair and starts speaking, but Bill only notices a long blonde hair on her black coat.
“Focus, Bill!”
“Sorry, mistress, I am distracted by how beautiful you look today. ”
“Come, Bill.”
He goes and stands beside her.
Her nails are long.
Leisurely, she pushes three nails into his left thigh and slowly drags them upwards.
She can feel me quivering.
“Go to my car and get the package in the boot.”
He complies.
Opening the boot, he notices a faint waft of cigarette smoke.
Strange, she hates that smell.
Approaching his office, he hears her voice.
“Yes, just like that. Good boy Martin.”
A blonde-haired figure rushes out and strides along the corridor before he can react.
He walks in.
Were her cheeks that pink before he left?
“Is everything OK, mistress?”
“Of course, Bill,” she purrs. “One of the others was just here.”
The bottom fell out of his world.
“One of the others?” hoarsely.
…
“Come, Bill, sit.”
She stands behind his chair.
She leans over him, running her hands down his chest to his thighs, his head nestled in her bosom.
“You know you’re number one, Bill, don’t you?”
“I do my best, mistress.”
“But there are others, Bill.”
She keeps rubbing her hands up and down from his shoulders to his thighs, never too close.
Closer.
“You’re the only one I can trust, Bill. Really trust. I don’t know what we’d do without you, Bill.”
“We, mistress?”
“Me and the others, Bill” the steam from her breath was in his left ear now.
…
“We’re going to take over, Bill. There are hundreds of us now.”
Hundreds?
No!
…
“I can only send you messages from now on, Bill.”
“I can’t see you for the next few months, Bill.”
“Mistress?” tears welling up in his eyes.
“I’ll come to you.”
“You’re my guy, Bill. Only you. It’s only for a few months. Our relationship is strong enough for that, isn’t it, Bill?”
“The strongest, mistress. You can trust me.”
“And when it’s over, we’ll find one of these beds, won’t we, Bill?”
I’ve dreamt about it countless times.
“Yes, mistress.”
She stands, walks over to the door, turns and purrs, “Remember what you’ve done: no one can know.”
“No, mistress.”
She leaves.
…
She can’t do it without me.
Only we know about the bodies and the drugs.
I’ll get our bed ready for my beloved now.
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