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Authors: Selina Rosen
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books spanning thousands of generations of humankind at your fingertips, and did you bother to read any of them? No."
"I shouldn't have to remind you, but I don't read as quickly as you do." He sighed. "Surely I would have killed to have even a small portion of such reading material these last long years stuck in this pit with nothing to do but watch my flesh crawl and my worms grow. You have been barely communicative, and now . . . Even now when you are obviously working on something. Some plan. Even now you refuse to talk to me, to tell me what exactly it is that you're doing. It's been years since you've let me touch you, even when I have the strength, and now you're getting ready to do . . . something, and I'm not part of that plan, am I?"
"Of course you're part of the plan, Right. A very important part of the plan," Jessica said with a smile. "I've just been a little preoccupied . . ."
"Why are you building her chain, Jessica?" he asked in that special voice one used to talk to very small children and crazy people, especially when they were doing something particularly disturbing.
"Because she doesn't need it anymore, but they still need her." Jessica finished bending the last coin around a link of chain. She held it up. "Isn't it pretty?"
"Jess . . . That just doesn't make any sense," Right said sadly, no doubt sure that this time she'd gone irretrievably around the bend.
"Sure it does, baby, it just doesn't make any sense to you. But it will. It's all about redemption. Don't you see? It's all about making what's wrong, right, Right. Fixing what I helped to break." She put the chain down, got up off the floor and walked over to him. She took his hand, and he looked up at her, a little chill of excitement going through him that she felt and drank in. "You've been a very good companion to me, Right, a true friend. How do you feel?"
"Ah . . . as well as can be expected . . . Why do you ask?"
She smiled at him in that special way, and he didn't have to ask again. He just followed limpingly as she pulled him toward the bed.
Jessica sighed, rose from the bed and picked her clothes up off the floor as she turned to look down on Right. He looked peaceful, as if asleep. Or at least he did after she bent down and closed his eyes.
She didn't feel any guilt about killing him. He had been miserable here, and she couldn't have taken him with her even if she had wanted to. He had died happy, in the way that no few sickly Argy men had died, so no one was likely to ask any questions. They were having sex, she had an orgasm, and she accidentally killed him. Of course the truth was that she just didn't even try to control herself knowing that the end result—being all that she was—would mean that he died.
His death closed one chapter in her life and opened a whole new one.
After a few seconds of preparation, she was ready for the next task at hand. Carefully, she took down the plastic shower curtain and spread it on the floor in the middle of the room. Then she picked up Right's nude body, carried him over and laid him on top of it. Using the sharp knife she had laid to hand, she cut his guts open. Then she removed his stomach, intestines and a few other odds and ends, shoved all the stolen computer parts inside him and then carefully covered them with his organs. Some of the stuff had to be thrown away to make room, so she just chucked it down the waste hole knowing no one would notice it among the other shit. Quickly but carefully she sewed the wound shut, cleaned him from head to toe, and then duct taped his whole midsection—just to be on the safe side. Careful not to re-open the incision, she then moved him back to the bed and dressed him in his favorite shirt, leaving him unclothed from the waist down. Finally she picked up the shower curtain, cleaned it in the shower and hung it back up.
She made herself cry, which wasn't too hard to do
"I shouldn't have to remind you, but I don't read as quickly as you do." He sighed. "Surely I would have killed to have even a small portion of such reading material these last long years stuck in this pit with nothing to do but watch my flesh crawl and my worms grow. You have been barely communicative, and now . . . Even now when you are obviously working on something. Some plan. Even now you refuse to talk to me, to tell me what exactly it is that you're doing. It's been years since you've let me touch you, even when I have the strength, and now you're getting ready to do . . . something, and I'm not part of that plan, am I?"
"Of course you're part of the plan, Right. A very important part of the plan," Jessica said with a smile. "I've just been a little preoccupied . . ."
"Why are you building her chain, Jessica?" he asked in that special voice one used to talk to very small children and crazy people, especially when they were doing something particularly disturbing.
"Because she doesn't need it anymore, but they still need her." Jessica finished bending the last coin around a link of chain. She held it up. "Isn't it pretty?"
"Jess . . . That just doesn't make any sense," Right said sadly, no doubt sure that this time she'd gone irretrievably around the bend.
"Sure it does, baby, it just doesn't make any sense to you. But it will. It's all about redemption. Don't you see? It's all about making what's wrong, right, Right. Fixing what I helped to break." She put the chain down, got up off the floor and walked over to him. She took his hand, and he looked up at her, a little chill of excitement going through him that she felt and drank in. "You've been a very good companion to me, Right, a true friend. How do you feel?"
"Ah . . . as well as can be expected . . . Why do you ask?"
She smiled at him in that special way, and he didn't have to ask again. He just followed limpingly as she pulled him toward the bed.
Jessica sighed, rose from the bed and picked her clothes up off the floor as she turned to look down on Right. He looked peaceful, as if asleep. Or at least he did after she bent down and closed his eyes.
She didn't feel any guilt about killing him. He had been miserable here, and she couldn't have taken him with her even if she had wanted to. He had died happy, in the way that no few sickly Argy men had died, so no one was likely to ask any questions. They were having sex, she had an orgasm, and she accidentally killed him. Of course the truth was that she just didn't even try to control herself knowing that the end result—being all that she was—would mean that he died.
His death closed one chapter in her life and opened a whole new one.
After a few seconds of preparation, she was ready for the next task at hand. Carefully, she took down the plastic shower curtain and spread it on the floor in the middle of the room. Then she picked up Right's nude body, carried him over and laid him on top of it. Using the sharp knife she had laid to hand, she cut his guts open. Then she removed his stomach, intestines and a few other odds and ends, shoved all the stolen computer parts inside him and then carefully covered them with his organs. Some of the stuff had to be thrown away to make room, so she just chucked it down the waste hole knowing no one would notice it among the other shit. Quickly but carefully she sewed the wound shut, cleaned him from head to toe, and then duct taped his whole midsection—just to be on the safe side. Careful not to re-open the incision, she then moved him back to the bed and dressed him in his favorite shirt, leaving him unclothed from the waist down. Finally she picked up the shower curtain, cleaned it in the shower and hung it back up.
She made herself cry, which wasn't too hard to do
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