Posted by PK on October 24, 2001 at 17:12:30:
"Should I roast you whole or chop you up? I don't always offer, but you've been a good sport
and I' m an admirer..."
"Promise me you'll get them for me and you can do what you want."
Amanda shook her head. "I'm sure if you think about it you'll see the flaw in that offer. I can
do whatever I want anyway. Offering you a choice was a courtesy. If you don't choose I'll do
whatever I feel like, etcetera. We can have sex first if you want, but if that's not to your
taste..." she shrugged.
Carol thought about it. The huntress wasn't in a hurry, that was obvious. She was also right,
there was nothing she, Carol, could do to stop her doing whatever she wanted. Maybe she
should go for the sex. She wasn't gay, but what would it hurt? She wouldn't have time to
regret it...
"I don't know what you want," she said honestly. "I'll fuck you if you like. I don't know how to
do it with another woman so I probably won't be any good, but I suppose you can work with
that." She raised her eyebrows, inviting a response.
"I could indeed." Amanda smiled agreeably. "Or at least give it the old school try."
But you won't rape me, Carol thought. She knew it was true. "You won't try to fuck me unless
I cooperate, right?"
"I believe I indicated as much," Amanda said archly. "Against my principles." Then the corner
of her mouth quirked. "Against my principles, but between you and me it wouldn't be much
fun. Material there for a whole series of documentaries on sexual psychopaths on BBC2. You
still haven't told me how you'd like to go."
Carol knew she had a little leverage but not much. She had to finesse it. Enough to get her
out alive? Unlikely. Keeping Amanda interested was her best option. It might buy her
revenge, at the worst it could buy her time. In time, anything might happen. Maybe the
huntress would have a change of heart. Maybe pigs would fly.
"How do you usually do it?" she asked.
Amanda recalled having the exact same conversation with Rachel. ["Don't worry, you won't
go to waste" she had said. "I'm going to field dress you. That basically means I hang you up
by the heels and gut you. It won't hurt, I'll cut your throat first. It's quick that way, trust me.
Then I'll take the cuts I want and cook them. A nice open camp fire, I thought. Once I've had
my supper, I'll carry you back to the lodge and put you in the cold room. I'll be eating you for
quite some time."]
"Well, normally I'd string you up, slit your throat, gut you and cook your cunt and anything
else I fancy. Depends how hungry I am. Your 'filet', as the gourmets call it, has to be cooked
fresh. Like truffles, you know? Ever see a frozen truffle in Sainsbury's? They just don't keep.
It's the subtle aroma...don't get me started. The rest I'd save for later."
Carol squirmed a little in her seat. She could feel the grain of the wood against her lower
parts. "Not just tear my throat out with your teeth, then?" was all that came to mind.
Amanda laughed. "You won't believe this, but the thought had crossed my mind. The cat
thing. Primaeval chic." She shook her head. "It wouldn't work that well. Still, if you insist, I'll
do that. I did offer the choice and I don't go back on my word."
The sex option was looking more and more attractive. People would promise anything when
aroused. Well, probably not Amanda, who was barely human anyway, but...
"More tea?" Amanda asked solicitously. "Unless we're finished here?"
The panic came back unbidden. "I don't suppose you've got anything stronger?"
Amanda smote her forehead theatrically. No she didn't, she implied the gesture by a blink
and a slight movement. (Amplified attention, Carol's intuition noted without verbalising it in
those precise terms.) "Dreadfully sorry. Of course I have. Should have offered. Wine? Beer?
I do believe there's a bit of whisky somewhere. Cannabis? I've heard it helps the adjustment
process."