A door opens to the side and a small boy comes out. He’s a beautiful little boy with doe like dark eyes. Those eyes search the group of soldiers and he starts to speak to them in words the soldiers don’t understand.
“Hey little buddy, what are you doing up so early?” Peterson asks him, stepping over to the boy, and bending down to his height, smiling at him.
“Peterson, don’t engage...,” John begins to call the newbie back.
The child lifts the hem of his shirt and pulls out a bomb.
KAPOOOOOWWW!
The explosion is small, but because of the enclosed space, it ricochets off the buildings, throwing all of the soldiers onto their backs. All except Peterson.
When John shakes the rattling from his brains, he moves to check on Peterson.
All that is left of him are his legs. The rest of his body, and the boy, are splattered along the buildings. Guts, and pieces of clothing, are dripping from the walls and smeared on the street.
“SECURE THE AREA!!” John shouts.
Brian is already in motion, moving back in the direction they came from, to see if they were being set up for an ambush.
“Fuentes, Jones, with me!!” Brian shouts.
“Williams, Smith, to the other end!!!” John barks. “The rest with me!!” he orders as he kicks in a door to finish what they started.
He was just a fucking baby!! the thought speeds through his mind, as he slaps at the singed, bloody, flesh splattered on his face.
The bear in him is wide-awake and ready to fight.
CHAPTER 11 “I ain’t talking no tall tales, friend, cause high noon your doom, we’re coming for you, we’re the cowboys from hell.” Lyrics, “Cowboys From Hell” by Pantera
“Eeeeeeek! I’m so excited, I feel like I’m going to explode!” Elsie exclaims to the four walls, furniture, mirrors and windows in her apartment.
Elsie was offered the job with Under The Dome, and she starts tomorrow. Their last wardrobe supervisor had left in a hurry and the position needed to be filled immediately. Jo, the Office Production Manager, told Elsie that she couldn’t believe how lucky they were to receive her resume’. Elsie’s credentials are superb and her portfolio is even more impressive. Jo can’t wait to see what Elsie might bring to the project.
Elsie can’t wait to tell John.
Hey Mountain Man, busy? she texts him.
Nope, Angel,just working out and thinking about you
That makes Elsie smile and her heart flutter.
I’m starting the Under The Dome gig tomorrow, I’m so psyched! She squeals as she types in the words.
Congratulations Dollface! We need to celebrate
Sounds wonderful, anything in mind?
Heat and trembling course through her body, as erotic thoughts fill her mind. She knows that anything is possible with him, and the idea makes her loins clench.
Lol, oh, yes, lots, Angel. I think you’re ready. Friday night, after work, you come home with us. A celebratory night of ‘activities’. ;) Tonight, I’m taking you someplace after we finish at the gym.
You two do know how to make a girl ‘celebrate’.
You ain’t seen nothing yet, Angel. ;)
Later then.
Can’t wait!
Elsie sets the phone down and stares at the screen, re-reading the words over and over again, each time she does, it takes her breath away. She collapses back across her bed and hugs herself, trying to imagine what might be in store for her on Friday night.
These two men obviously have skills she’s never imagined before. She’s read books and watched videos to quench her curiosity. All they did was heighten her desire for more. She’s fantasized, for so long, about a man who she could submit to, someone who could fulfill this hunger inside of her, a man who would take her and know what she needs, and give it to her. She’s not sure what she needs, she just knows she’s never gotten it. Not until now. John and Brian have whispered to her with their bodies, their mouths, their hands, that they know what she needs and they have every intention of giving it to her. She’s already gotten a delicious taste.
It’s been a long time since she cut herself, but there are still days when she has the desire to do it again. There is a certain feeling that she gets when the blade slices through her skin. The stinging pain is almost euphoric, heady and intoxicating. Sure, it started out from self-loathing and disgust, but it gives her something that nothing else can. Like a drug seeping through her, setting her on fire. Cutting was her heroin, and once an addict always an addict, whether she picks up the blade or not. When the desire to cut becomes really strong, she will lie on her back and run her fingers across the naked scars along her flesh, and remember the feeling. That got her through her withdrawal period, till she started to want it less and less. She may not cut herself anymore, but it’s always lingering in the back of her mind, like her own personal ghost, that still haunts her.
Maybe this is what she yearns for, this feeling she’s missing from not cutting. Maybe this is why she was never truly satisfied with any other man before, not that there were so many. Maybe this is why she finally gave in to being with John and Brian, having two men at the same time. It wasn’t perverted with them, she didn’t feel like a whore, like she had always envisioned it would be with two men. On the contrary, it was beautiful, they made her feel beautiful, adored, wanted, and sexy. They made her believe that they wanted to pleasure her beyond what she could have ever hoped for.
They saw her scars and seemed to understand. They accepted that the scars were a part of her. They’re not just markings on her skin but as much a part of her as her breasts, her eyes, her desire. And if they want her, not only regardless of her scars,
