Sacrificing Virgins Read Online Free PDF
Author: John Everson
Wellâ¦Iâm afraid this is the last time. Weâve gotta pull the plug and get someone in here whoâs here , Jayce. Iâm really sorry about this because youâre a nice guy and I know itâs been a lot to handle butâ¦umâ¦well listen, Iâll see you around, Iâm sureâ¦â
Soâ¦heâd apparently gotten himself fired fromâ¦wherever it was he worked. He would have called back and found that much out at least, but the phone said unlisted number on the call log.
Jayce closed the door and the kitchen windows. He was now cold inside and out. Stacking the partially empty takeout cartons one inside of the other, he cleared the kitchen counters of debris, wiping up the food and stains with a wet paper towel.
That was when he found the notepad by the kitchen phone. The edges of the top sheet were covered in scrawled notes, and doodles. Thai Bonsaiâ555-1223 read one note, which matched the name on the boxes heâd just thrown away. Saturday at 8 read another note, without further description. Who knew what heâd been planning for Saturday. Or even which Saturday.
Jean says quote is no read another. And Nothing lasts still another. As he searched for a memory to explain them, to find context, Jayce wondered if all the notes people scrawled by their phones were so oblique. At least to a stranger. And he was a stranger, at the moment. A stranger to his own life.
At the bottom of the sheet, hedged off in the corner by a triple crosshatched box, was another phone number, this one surrounded by a single explanatory note: She can help .
Jayce picked up the phone, and dialed the number. He didnât know what âsheâ could help with. But at the moment, heâd take any help he could get.
A cool female voice answered on the fourth ring. âHow can I help you,â she asked.
âIâm not really sure,â he said. âI canât really remember how this all startedâ¦â
He was surprised at her answer. âThatâs a great startâ¦â
The road seemed vaguely familiar as Jayce wound through the city following the directions the woman had given.
After a while, he realized it was more than familiar. He pulled through the narrow steel gates and drove into the parking lot of a building that teased the sky in a defiant thrust.
Jayce wondered if heâd taken the same parking space as heâd left earlier this morning. Shrugging and curious, he exited the car and walked towards the building where heâd awoken just hours before.
The parking lot was still empty, but for his car.
The door opened just a crack and Jayce could see the shadowed glint of a large brown eye through the narrow opening. âIt is you,â she said, and a chain clattered metallic against the door as it opened farther. âCome in,â she said.
Jayce stepped inside, but didnât immediately follow her after closing the door. The room was exactly as he remembered it from this morning, only now, there was a woman insideâ¦and that made everything about the space different. She wore only two thin strips of black lace lingerie above and below a tightly cinched corset. Jayce followed the bob of the dangling corset laces as she crossed the room and sank to the bed. She patted the mattress beside her and beckoned him over.
âCome here,â she said in the lowest melody of near-silence. He obeyed her, taking her all in as he came to stand beside her and then joined her on the bed. Her eyes watched him, wide and brown as a doeâs, lashes unblinking. A haze of lushly black hair cascaded over her shoulder, broken in its midnight by a thick strand that glowed as red as neon. As red as her glossed lips. As red as the balm that traced and overwrote the thin seam of her eyebrows.
She was a black cherry, lush and waiting for him. But why? And waiting for what? She had not been terribly surprised when heâd called, and seemed to recognize
Soâ¦heâd apparently gotten himself fired fromâ¦wherever it was he worked. He would have called back and found that much out at least, but the phone said unlisted number on the call log.
Jayce closed the door and the kitchen windows. He was now cold inside and out. Stacking the partially empty takeout cartons one inside of the other, he cleared the kitchen counters of debris, wiping up the food and stains with a wet paper towel.
That was when he found the notepad by the kitchen phone. The edges of the top sheet were covered in scrawled notes, and doodles. Thai Bonsaiâ555-1223 read one note, which matched the name on the boxes heâd just thrown away. Saturday at 8 read another note, without further description. Who knew what heâd been planning for Saturday. Or even which Saturday.
Jean says quote is no read another. And Nothing lasts still another. As he searched for a memory to explain them, to find context, Jayce wondered if all the notes people scrawled by their phones were so oblique. At least to a stranger. And he was a stranger, at the moment. A stranger to his own life.
At the bottom of the sheet, hedged off in the corner by a triple crosshatched box, was another phone number, this one surrounded by a single explanatory note: She can help .
Jayce picked up the phone, and dialed the number. He didnât know what âsheâ could help with. But at the moment, heâd take any help he could get.
A cool female voice answered on the fourth ring. âHow can I help you,â she asked.
âIâm not really sure,â he said. âI canât really remember how this all startedâ¦â
He was surprised at her answer. âThatâs a great startâ¦â
The road seemed vaguely familiar as Jayce wound through the city following the directions the woman had given.
After a while, he realized it was more than familiar. He pulled through the narrow steel gates and drove into the parking lot of a building that teased the sky in a defiant thrust.
Jayce wondered if heâd taken the same parking space as heâd left earlier this morning. Shrugging and curious, he exited the car and walked towards the building where heâd awoken just hours before.
The parking lot was still empty, but for his car.
The door opened just a crack and Jayce could see the shadowed glint of a large brown eye through the narrow opening. âIt is you,â she said, and a chain clattered metallic against the door as it opened farther. âCome in,â she said.
Jayce stepped inside, but didnât immediately follow her after closing the door. The room was exactly as he remembered it from this morning, only now, there was a woman insideâ¦and that made everything about the space different. She wore only two thin strips of black lace lingerie above and below a tightly cinched corset. Jayce followed the bob of the dangling corset laces as she crossed the room and sank to the bed. She patted the mattress beside her and beckoned him over.
âCome here,â she said in the lowest melody of near-silence. He obeyed her, taking her all in as he came to stand beside her and then joined her on the bed. Her eyes watched him, wide and brown as a doeâs, lashes unblinking. A haze of lushly black hair cascaded over her shoulder, broken in its midnight by a thick strand that glowed as red as neon. As red as her glossed lips. As red as the balm that traced and overwrote the thin seam of her eyebrows.
She was a black cherry, lush and waiting for him. But why? And waiting for what? She had not been terribly surprised when heâd called, and seemed to recognize