The House of Necro (story)


Posted by Rathead on March 07, 2003 at 05:27:46:

This is an old story I started to write a couple of years ago but never finished. Just found it again when I cleaned up my hd, and I think I´ll probably never finish it, but its still not too bad, even in this fragmentary state. So here it is:

The House of Necro

November, 25 of the year 2025, 9:30 pm.

Dan left his car and walked over from the parking area to the entrance of the villa. Surrounded by a little park with huge, old oaks, the place made a luxurious and secluded impression, to which a large fence, protecting the area against sight, added a lot…not to forget the guards at the gate. Actually, discretion wasn´t really necessary anymore, because the special offer at the villa was perfectly legal these days, but there were still a lot of disagreements about these things and many of the customers appreciated the carefulness this enterprise applied to protect them agains unwelcome publicity.He´d attended this club a couple of times before. Well, he´d been here exactly six times before--impossible to forget one single of the nights he had spent here. It had been an awful experience each single time. Tonight, he wasn´t as nervous as he´d been the first time, but still he was quite excited and he felt how his heartbeat accelerated when he was reaching the entrance. He didn’t need to ring--his arrival had been announced by the guards. The door opened and Kathy, one of the hostesses of the house, greeted him with a warm smile. She was a woman of about thirty, dressed in an evening gown of black satin, with a waterfall of dark red hair flowing over her shoulders."Mr. Burke! It´s a pleasure to see you again at our club."

"It´s always been my pleasure, Kathy--and please call me Dan."

After a warm handshake she led him inside. The impression of distinguished wealth the villa made from outside was confirmed by the interior: Soft, deep carpets on beech parquet, elegant old furnitures. At a hall that was equipped with a bar, they sat down in heavy leather chairs by a small table. There were only tow other men present at the hall, each of them in the company of a hostess, too; low classical music made it impossible to overhear the conversations. A waitress appeared and offered Dan a large brandy. It brought a smile to his face when he realized that he was already enjoying the priviledges of a regular customer: They knew about his taste and anticipated his wishes. He lit a cigarette and warmed his stomach with the excellent brandy.

While Kathy was taking tiny sips from a glass of champagne, they made some smalltalk. When she crossed her legs he admired the perfect lines of her legs, clad in black stockings. Unfortunately, Kathy herself was not one of the goods the club offered for the special service. She smiled when she noticed his hungry look.

"Well, Mr. Burke, I guess you´d like to come to business now…I think tonight we can make you some offers that will be right after your fancy.""This one girl I´d seen here last time…Barbara…I decided for another girl in the end, but Barbara didn’t get out of my mind afterwards…I take it she is…er…no longer at your house?""Oh no," Kathy smiled regretfull, "I´m so sorry, Mr. Burke, but it´s four weeks ago that you gave us the pleasure of your attendance the last time. Our girls never stay that long at our club…the few of them who were not choosen by one of our valued customers after a week get replaced. Barbara, of course, did not have to be replaced. She was choosen by a very nice gentleman only one night after your last stay.""Well," he replied, "I´m sorry that I missed her, but after all it’s a benefit of your house that one always finds more great offers than one can take.""You´re too kind, Dan. Would you now like to take a look at our supply of tonight?"

"Yes, please. Let´s go," he agreed.

They rose from their chairs and walked out of the hall.

"Do you want to check the offer from the observation room again, or would you prefer to go down to the girl´s rooms this time?" Kathy asked.

He thought about it for a moment. When he´d been here the first time, he had been surprised about the offer of not having to face the girls as long as they still were…still were in the wrong state. He had gladly accepted it, cause, as he thought, it would spoil most of his fun later if he met the girl of his choice before. Apparently, a lot of the customers shared his attitude in this regard, that´s why the club had set up a convenient way for the customers to study the current offer of girls and make their choice without having to meet them physically before they were put into the required state. He knew he was being a bit hypocritical here, like someone who lusts for a steak but refuses to see the cow before it gets slaughtered…but, damn, he was here for his fun, not for searching truth."No, I think I´d rather use the observation room again," he said.

"Very well."

They entered a small room that was only dimly lit by several screens.

"Do you want me to leave you alone while you study the stock?" she asked politely.

"Yes, Kathy…I don’t want to set you back, I´m sure there are other duties waiting for you now. I guess, I can handle the equipment on my own by now.""You never set me back, Dan…but I don’t want to disturb your any longer. Please take your time, there are no other customers to arrive the next hour. Call me when you´ve made your choice."She left the room, and when the door closed behind her Dan knew that there wouldn’t be any disturbances till he´d call her again.He sat down on a comfy chair in front of the desk and his look rambled over the screens. There were twelve smaller screens attached at the wall, each of them displaying the interior of a room, taken from a camera at the ceiling with a wide-angle-lens. As he saw, eight of the rooms were occupied by respectively one women, four of the rooms were empty. For a moment he felt anger and regret: These four women had been taken by customers who had been at the club earlier today--and wasn’t it likely that they had taken the best? He quickly abandoned this thought. This club only offered prime material, in the end the choice a customer made was just a matter of personal preferences.Dan turned his look from the smaller monitors to the 20 cubic inch holo-tank in front of him. It showed twelve women, standing frozen on a stage, all of them fully dressed. Four of them had a tag attached to them, marking them as sold. To spare himself any possible frustration he made them disappear without taking a closer look at them. He threw a cursory look over the remaining eight figures. Two of them were black, one was a Latino, and one a Japanese; all of them were very beautiful, but he had a very distinct erotic preference for Caucasian women, so he made these four disappear, too.

Four women were left. He pulled one them into the foreground and studied her thoroughly while the others became invisible. After he´d seen them all he smirked. He had not missed anything by the first four girls being sold before he came. Each of these left women was more than perfect for him. Actually, this was almost too hard a decision for him to draw. For a moment he indulged in the pleasure of imagining these four gorgeous beings locked up in their rooms right now, only few yards below in the basement. And in less than an hour he would be playing with one of them.

But which of them would it be?

He started looking at them again, one at a time. The first one was named Jenny. He let her rotate to see her from all sides, changed the angle, zoomed in and out. She was fully dressed. He had the option of seeing her more scantly dressed, up to the state of complete nudeness, but he didn’t want that. A major part of his later pleasure would be exploring the body of the girl he would select…he didn’t intend to spoil his fun by seeing her nude before even in this holo projection. He knew that he wouldn’t find anything disappointing hidden by the clothes anyways…The House of Necro didn’t provide disappointments. All he needed to know about the girl´s body was whether or not it fit his perferences…and this one did. Lean but also curvey, apparently equipped with a very nice pair of tits. He hesitated for a moment, then he let her blouse disappear, but he didn’t remove the bra. Yeah, as he´d thought: Beautiful tits…large for a pair of non-fixed ones. And since she was pretty young, barely twenty years as it seemed, they would be decently firm, too. He concentrated on her face--the most important feature for him, anyways. Beautiful! Framed by a mane of curly dark-blonde hair, he saw a pretty and innocent looking face. Intense, large dark-green eyes, a flawless, creamy light skin, a sweet mouth--he especially liked her sensual lower lip. Dan loved the expression of something tragic on her face. It seemed very suitable, too, as he found.Next he opened a box, containing Jenny´s data. Nineteen years of age. 5´8´´, 118 pounds. She had worked as a nurse. Her crime had been possession of an illegal drug. He played a sound file so he could hear her voice. Sweet! Very sweet. Not that he´d hear her voice when he was playing with her…but it completed his concept of her. Yeah, she was perfect. Would be hard for the others to outdo her. He threw a brief look at her price. It was $16.500, what was about the average price at this place. He wouldn’t care for a couple of thousand bucks more or less, anyways.

***



Jenny´s eyes were resting at the tv-screen, but the movie didn’t reach her mind.She was musing over her stupidity for probably the five-hundredth time this last week. She had known Mike for only a couple of days…she had fallen in love with this bastard…and she´d been so happy when he gave her this small, nicely wrapped up gift box, telling her not to open it now, but only when she was at home. After leaving him she´d laid it on the passenger seat of her car. She hadn´t been driving half a mile when she was stopped by police. They said, they had indication to assume she was transporting illegal drugs and they searched through her car. Jenny hadn´t been worried much cause she´d never touched an illegal drug in her life. The officer had opened the gift box. It was filled with cocaine. Her court hearing had been two days later. Another two days later she found herself an issue at a slave auction. Someone had payed $8800 for her and then they had brought her here. That had only been the day before yesterday.Being over the first shock of realizing that her life as she´d known it was over, she now was trying to encourage herself. It could have come worse, she told herself…as yet, they had treated her well. No one had beaten her, or humiliated her, or even barked at her. They treated her like something of value. As they had told her, she would be resold to a customer of this house. If she was lucky, the person who would buy her might treat her well, too. Jenny shuddered, when for a moment she considered what could also have been her fate: She could have been bought by a brothel, or, even worse, have been forced to become a gladiatrix at one of these gory shows that had become so popular the last years.She stood up from the bed when a wave of anxiety was flooding through her. What she hardly could stand was being locked up here. The room was nice, but it wasn’t very large, even with the attached bathroom. And it had no windows. She forced herself to take some deep and slow breaths while she slowly and aimlessly walked through the room. Looking up at the tiny camera at the ceiling she thought just how much she hated it that some pervert, sitting somewhere at a monitor that was connected to this camera, could watch her all the time, and she would not even know it.

***



Dan switched to the next girl. Corel. Looked great, too. Red-blond hair, a face of classic beauty, and a model-shaped body. She was somewhat darker tanned than Jenny, and she seemed a bit older. He pulled up her data. Yeah, she was twenty-four years old. Had been a law student. Her crime had also been using illegal drugs. God, he thought, these girls are so careless…they know that any violation of any law would lead to the same punishment: Losing all one´s rights as a human being and becoming sold as a slave, but they are living in the delusion that they´d never get caught. Well, he wouldn’t complain: Their carelessness was his benefit. He mused over her for another while, zooming in and out, looking her up from all sides. No, he finally decided, Jenny was better. Corel would find another buyer very soon, though, no doubt about that. He erased her from the screen.

The third girl he look at was Erica. Oh wow, he though. She looked not unlike Jenny, but her lips appeared even a tad bit more sensual, and she had a sweet little nose. Her skin looked just as light, creamy, and perfect as Jenny´s, and her tits seems to be even a bit larger. This would become a very tight decision. Dan brought Jenny´s image back and compared the faces. As he found, he liked Jenny a bit more…this delicate, slight expression of sadness and anticipated misfortune on her features…while Erica´s features didn’t express much at all…she was just a sweet young girl. Then again, Erica´s lips…and her tits were a good argument, too… Dan decided to suspend his decision and first take a look at the last remaining girl. Coincidentally, her name was also Erica. Now this was a true alternative to the two blondes! She looked a bit like a French girl. Shiny, dense auburn hair, a trained and athletic, yet curvey frame, a perfect tan, and a face that exceeded both her blonde competitors in beauty. Her brown eyes looked expressive and perky, he thought he saw a good bit of humor in them, too. She made an overall impression of a well spirited, very much alife young woman.

Her data showed that she was also nineteen years old, and the crime she had been convicted for was injuring someone at a car accident she had caused by lack of due care. He took a look at the monitor, displaying the interior of her room. She was lying on her bed, dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, her feet naked. Reading a book, she showed not much other activity.

***



He spend the next fifteen minutes switching back and forth between the images, and watching the girls by the monitors that showed them at their rooms. He was desperately trying to make up his mind, and he was also trying to ignore the increasing tightness in his pants. Finally, he had narrowed the field down to Jenny and Erica2. It had to be one of these…but which? He just couldn’t decide. After some further, fruitless musings, he sighed and pressed a button. A minute later he heard a knocking at the door, then Kathy entered."You called me, Dan? So you´ve found something that appeals to you?" She smiled at him with a little wink.

"Yes…and no. I just can´t make up my mind between Jenny and Erica. I´m afraid, this time I need to meet them before I can decide in favor of one of them.""But that´s no problem at all! Maybe you´ll even find it pleasurable…many of our customers say they enjoy it very much to have some contact with the girls before they get…prepared. So let´s go downstairs and pay them a visit."She led him down the way to the basement, keeping up the conversation by praising his good taste. As she said, both Erika2 and Jenny seemed an excellent choice for his purposes and she agreed that it was hard deciding for one of them and thus forgoing the other one. Dan didn’t say much himself--but, unlike his expectation, he realized that he found it very arousing now to take a real look at the girls.At the basement there was a corridor with respectively six doors at each side of it. As he saw, the names of the girls were written on little boards beside the doors. Four of the boards were empty. All of the doors had windows of one-way glass at eye level.

"Okay, here you go…this is Erica," Kathy chirped, stopping in front of one door."Wait a second before we enter," Dan said, while he peered through the window, seeing, that Erica currently wasn’t within the angle of sight, "Tell me: Do they actually know what kind of place this is? Do they know what they are here for?""No," Kathy replied, "It would make things much more complicated for everyone if we told them. All they know is that they will be resold here to wealthy customers…well, actually that’s not even wrong. That, and the decent comfort of their rooms, is keeping them calm and easy to handle. But I see why you´re asking this question: Some customers enjoy to confront them with their true fate…some of the girls tend to get a bit out of hand then, but that´s no problem, I can call for some of the guards anytime.""Oh, no…I don’t want to tell her. That´d be unnecessaryly cruel. I just wanted to know. Let´s enter now."Kathy inserted a small card into a slot at the door frame. A descreet noise of steel bars snapping back indicated that the door was unlocked now. They walked into the room.

***



Erica turned the page of her book and realize that she couldn’t remember a single sentence she had read the last ten minutes. She wasn’t able to concentrate herself. Dropping the book, she sat up. Doing her workout had always helped her getting her mind straight, so she decided to do some more of it, although she´d done it already five times this day. Another time wouldn’t hurt, though.While she selected some applicable music, she told herself once again that she wouldn’t give in…she would not passively resign to her fate. She had always been a fighter and she would make the best out of this situation, as she´d always done. Vigorously, she started her exercises that were a mixture of dancing, gymnastics, and fighting moves.Few minutes later she was hot all over and covered with sweat. Fallen into the trance of moving to the music, she enjoyed the litheness of her body, the perfect control she had over each muscle, and the intensity with witch she could feel every little part of her body in move. The only passive weight on her were her breasts--despite the bra they were swaying wildly under her shirt. Sometimes she thought she´d liked them a bit smaller, but she only thought that during her workout--else she was very proud of them. With every minute she continued her exercises she felt better and stronger. Yeah, she would somehow survive this misery and she would find a way out in the end.

A brief outcry escaped her when she changed her position and turned around--to see Kathy, one of the employees of this place, standing in her room in the company of a man. Both were looking at her. She hadn´t heard them enter because of the loud music, and the way they were standing there with the door of the room closed behind them it looked as if they had been inside and watching her for maybe quite a while.

Erica calmed down and turned the music off.

Kathy smiled at her kindly and said: "Well, Erica, it´s good to see that you´re keeping yourself in shape. May I introduce this gentleman to you. This is Mr. Burke who might be interested in purchasing you. Dan, this is Erica."

"Nice to meet you, Erica," the man said and neared her.

She was still puzzling about all the polite treatment she received--this was not what she had expected to experience after being put into the state of a slave without any rights. Somehow she didn’t really know how to react to it. She had never before talked to a stranger who was about to buy her. Despite all the distress, the comicality of the situation didn’t escape her."Hello Mr Burke," she replied with a smile that she hoped was not looking all to bold.

He shook her hand. To her he did not look like the nightmare of an owner who might make her life a living Hell: Actually, he was good looking, maybe four inches taller than her, dark hair and eyes, neatly, if somewhat conservatively, dressed. His handshake felt firm and confident. Erica thought this might be her greatest chance…this man looked like the most bearable owner she could imagine."Now what do you think, Dan," Kathy asked, "Doesn’t Erica look as if she´d been created for your needs?""Oh, no doubt about that. She is perfect." the man replied, while his eyes were rambling over her body.

She felt a tad bit less at ease. There was something in the eyes of the man that made her shudder. And the way he was looking at her…obviously it was something sexual he wanted her for. Having her as his private sex slave, probably. Yeah, that must have been what Kathy meant with his "needs". But she wasn’t surprised: She was young, female, and beautiful--it ended with something sexual for slaves like her in most cases. Mr. Burke might still be better than most other guys who could buy her for these purposes. She decided to try it with honesty."Mr. Burke, I understand the situation, you can…buy me…whether or not I like it. Let me tell you that I would like it. But…excuse me, I´m a little frightened…can you tell me what you´d buy me for?""Well, Erica, you don’t need to worry about that…it will be easy for you…If I decide in favor of you, all your worries will be over soon."His reassuring words somehow appalled her. She tried to read the true meaning in his eyes, but he escaped her look; he was staring at her breasts again. She saw the tip of his tongue licking his upper lip.

"Why will my worries be over?" she bluntly asked, and her voice sounded louder and more demanding than she had intended.

Instead of the man, Kathy answered.

"Erica," Kathy said to her in a stern voice, "You will stop asking questions now. If Mr. Burke wants to go on talking to you, he will ask the questions."

"Erica, please lie yourself down on the bed, close your eyes, and don’t move or talk," Burke adressed her politely but firmly.Now something close to panic came over her. There was something very sick going on, she could exactly feel it. She had no clue as to what this guy intended to do to her, but she knew she wouldn’t like it. But she didn’t have any options but to play the game and wait for a chance. Till then the only thing she could do was complying. She walked over to the bed and with a fraction of her mind she noticed that her t-shirt was sticking at her with all the sweat she had been spilling during her exercises. She laid down onto the bed."No, please turn on your back," she heard his voice. She complied again, and when she lying on her back, her eyes shut, she perceived him standing very close. She heard his breaths. But nothing else for what seemed a long time. Almost physically she could feel his eyes wandering over her body. Then she heard his voice again, and it was indeed coming only inces from her face.

"Can you try to breath very slow? You know, like an actress who´s playing dead? And please open your mouth just a bit."

What a sick pervert, she thought, and her angst increased. But she obeyed, although it was hard for her to do since she still was a bit under her breath after the workout.

"Beautiful…" she heard his deep voice muttering after a while.She whinced when suddenly she felt his fingertips at her right cheek.

"Shhhh…" he made, "Don’t worry, Erica…I will never hurt you."Indeed, his touch wasn´t rough. He moved his fingeres over her face, played with her hair, traced along the lines of her lips, then moved down her neck, and over her breasts--but he left his hand over the shirt. Now she almost found back a bit of her trust in him…he was no doubt strange, but apparently strange in a soft way. She felt his breath very close her neck…he seemed to be inhaling her scent."Okay," she finally heard him say, "You can open your eyes again and stand up."

Erica rose and saw him speaking to Kathy.

"Erica is wonderful…most probably I will pick on her. But let me take a look at Jenny, though."Both left her room and she heard the steal bars of the door closing.

***



Dan was aroused as seldom before in his life. What delicate pleasures he would get out of this body! He realized that at his former visits he had made a big mistake by forgoing to meet the girls before they were killed. He had resigned the perfect foreplay.

"You were right, Kathy," he said, "This is indeed great fun! I should have tried it earlier."

"You see?" she smiled broadly while she opened the door to Jenny´s room, "It can be so much fun to change one´s ways. Maybe you like to also try out other things you´ve never done before…there is still a lot for you to discover at The House of Necro.""Yeah, you´re right, Kathy," he agreed.

They found Jenny sitting on her bed. She stared at them with an anxious look on her face and she had her legs pulled to her chest, her arms wrapped around the shins.

Dan felt much more at ease this time than at his first conversation with a potential corpse.

"Hello Janny," he greeted her while he neared the bed.

"Hello…" she replied with a faint voice."Will you plese stand up, Jenny?" Kathy told her, "This is Mr. Burke and he might be interested to purchase you. Let him take a look at you."

"Yes, Kathy," the girl replied submissively and stood up.

He looked her over when she was standing in front of him. Her white blouse wasn´t very tight fitting, but it still displayed a pair of impressive bumps, her naked legs under the hem of the dark skirt looked very appetizingly to him: Well shaped and not too thin. Looking at her knees, he saw she was slightly trembling. She had turned her face to the ground--whether in embarrassment, fear, or humbleness he didn’t know. He seized her chin and softly pulled her face up."Please let me look at your face, Jenny…you don’t have to be afraid," he kindly told her.Her eyes were big and wet when she looked at him. The corners of her mouth were wincing slightly. He realized that her obvious fear caused a very ambiguous reaction in him: On the one hand it made him feel almost tenderly for her, he wanted to console her and make her feel better. On the other hand it made him incredibly horny.

He suddenly realized one thing: This girl was not born to be a slave. She wouldn’t stand it. If he decided to buy her and use her for his pleasure, he would not even do her any harm--he would instead bring a merciful end to her suffering.Yes, that’s what he would do."You are very afraid, ain´t you?" he asked her softly.

She nodded, and he saw tears shoting into her eyes.

"You don’t have to. Tell me: If there was a way you could get out of slavery--would you go that way even if it cost you a little price?"She looked at him, surprise and doubts on her face.

"Yes! Sure," she finally said, "I would do everything!"

"That is fine, Jenny…I guess, I can help you. Do you trust me?"She looked at him again, still doubts in her eyes, but after a moment of hesitation she said: "Yes, Sir…but what do I have to do for it?""You won´t have to do anything at all, Jenny. I will buy you and then I will end your state of slavery. Your misery will be over in less than an hour from now," he turned to Kathy, who´d been waiting behind him, "Yes, I made up my mind, I take Jenny."

"Very well, Dan. Jenny, you´re a lucky girl!" she addressed the girl with a bright smile. Turning to the door she pressed a button of the communication unit that was attached there. "Jim? There is a delivery from room four…No, everythings fine.""Jenny," she then addressed the girl, "In a minute Jim will be here and bring you to a last, little medical examination. It won´t take long, and then we´ll give you into the hands of Mr. Burke."

Dan stroked Jennies cheak, looked into her hopeful eyes, and said, "Well then, Jenny, I will see you in just a couple of minutes."


***



Having left the room, Kathy laughted.

"Jesus! Dan, you should be an actor…you sure have talent!""Thank you, Kathy," he smiled, "But you´re doing that pretty well yourself."

"Well, now, have you decided about the other issues in question? I think, at your last stays you never wanted to watch the…medical examination…" she smirked, "Would you like to see it this time?""No. Defininitely not," he replied, "I only want to see her again after that is done."

"Okay. But you should really consider it for one of your next stays…many of our customers say it’s adding a lot to their pleasure if they´ve witnessed the moment the girl was turned into the thing they want to use. Do you have any special wishes about how the killing shall be done?""No…just do it painless; and don’t leave any marks on her, okay? I want her to look peaceful.""Sure, Dan…she won´t feel more than a tiny sting at her neck. How do you want to have her served? Undressed, or in any special clothes?""Just leave her in what she is wearing now…I find it very matching…and I´ll do the undressing on my own, later."Kathy smiled and gave him a wink.

"Final question: Have you decided about the room you´d like to use this night?"

The House of Necro offered a lot of different environments in which the customer could enjoy the corpse he had bought. At his first visit they had shown them all to him. The rooms were designed and equipped due to the different things, customes liked to do with the bodies. One of them was designed like a funeral home; if he decided for that he would find Jenny laid out in a splendid coffin, surrounded by bouquets of flowers. Another most popular room was dedigned as a section hall: White tiles covering the floor and walls, a section table, on that she would be lying, and all sorts of surgical instruments at hand. A more bizarre room was a kitchen, equipped with everything one might need to prepare a very large roast. Dan had once used the funeral room, but never one of the other two…he didn’t like to damage the bodies. For today he decided in favor of a completely normal living room."Please place her on a sofa, in a sitting position. I want her to look just as if she was sleeping, okay?"

"No problem, Dan. I´ll go now and take care that everything gets carried out due to your wishes. Why don’t you take another drink at the bar meanwhile? It shouldn’t take much more than twenty minutes till everything will be prepared for you."

***



Having another brandy, smoking a cigarette, Dan waited at the bar. He was excited as a child moments before the giving of Xmas presents. Hornier, though.

He imagined, that by now Jenny should be at the place where they…well, brought her into the state he wanted her in. Right now, her belly might be heaving and then sinking for the last time as she was doing her last breath. Leaving her in the in the ony state a girl looked perfect to him.He looked at the door of the hall--why did it take so long? Where was Kathy? He lit another cigarette.

Then she came.

"Well, Dan, everything is prepared for you. Would you like to meet Jenny now?" She smiled brightly at him, perfectly anticipating his excitement.

"Yes!" he wasn’t really in the mood for conversation now, "Let´s go!"She led him to the second floor, caring for conversation herself, making all sorts of little innuendo.

"Here we are, Dan," she finally said, unlocking a door and opening it, "I wish you a very pleasant time!"

"Er…yes…thank you. See you later, Kathy," he murmured, entering the room and closing the door behind himself.

He pressed a button and heard the noise of the door locking. He was alone and no one would disturbe him now till he left the room again.He turned around and looked over the room. Where was Jenny? The room was relatively large, about eight by eight yards. It looked like a normal, well furnished living room. He saw a large dining table with seats around it; nice paintings on the walls, and there was a tv set, it was turned on with the sound low; he saw flowers and burning candles. Curtains were covering the windows. And there was a coffee table, with two chairs and a sofa placed around it. The sofa was placed with its backside towards the door where he was still standing. There she was…he saw her blonde tuft over the seat back.Slowly he set in motion and walked around the sofa. It was perfect. It was just as he had imagined it: Jenny was sitting there, her legs crossed, her head tilted to the side with the left cheak resting on her shoulder, her curly mane fallen over her face, covering it like a curtain. Her hands were resting at her lap. She looked just like she had fallen asleep while watching tv.


To be continued...in your imagination.