Chapter 4

Penny was confused. One moment she was inside a plastic bag waiting to die, and the next she was being carried like a sack of potatoes by a stranger. She didn’t say anything -discarded secretaries had nothing to say anyway- but she couldn’t help to be curious.

Sonia didn’t say a word either, but she was also dying of curiosity. She thought it would be better to arrive home before start asking questions. John, in turn, was a bit breathless. Although he was in average shape, this girl’s dead weight -no pun intended- was taking a toll on him. Luckily, it was just a short distance until the lift, and once there he put the girl on the floor. When the door opened in his floor, he tried to make the girl stand up, but she stayed limp, despite being conscious and looking at him. After one or two attempts, he took her in a fireman’s carry and walked to his apartment. Sonia opened the door and the three of them went inside. Tired, he dropped her on the hardwood floor and then sat on the sofa. Sonia sat next to him in silence. She knew that, whatever John was thinking, he would tell her in his own time.

“Water,” said John. Sonia stood up and went to the kitchen, returning with a glass of water. He drank it whole and then looked at the girl in the floor.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

The girl remained silent.

“I asked what is your name, slut!” he barked.

The girl kept looking at the floor and didn’t say a word.

John took one minute to think, and then repeated his question, slightly modified.

“What was your name, slut?”

The girl looked at his chest, avoiding his eyes, and answered “My name was Penny.”

“Why didn’t you answer before? He asked. He had guessed the answer, but wanted confirmation.

She simply said, “discarded sluts have no name.”

Sonia intervened. “Master, I do not mean to question you but, why did you bring it here?

“She’s not an ‘it’,” John said.

“Yes, it is,” insisted Sonia. “When it was discarded, it became a thing, an object. That’s the law.”

Why am I not surprised? thought John. “Well, since I’m your master and you’re my slave, from now on I order you to treat this girl as a ‘she’, am I clear?”

“Yes, Master,” said a chastised Sonia. Then he looked at the girl.

“Who discarded you and why?” he asked her.

“My boss replaced me with a new secretary.” She answered. He gestured her to continue, but she said nothing else.

After one minute, it was clear for him that this Jenny girl believed she was already dead, and tried to act the part. John sighed. Perhaps he should have left her at the garbage bin, but after killing Julie he had felt that he needed a gesture, something to ease his conscience after that. Perhaps he thought that saving this girl would bring his karma back or something like that, but it was clear he had been wrong.

He looked at the clock in the wall. It showed 11:38pm.

How things can change in less than one day, he thought. At this time last night, he was asleep in his own bed, in his own world, enjoying his orderly but somewhat boring existence. And now he was in another universe, had a threesome with two beautiful girls, slaved one of them and murdered the other -Not murdered, snuffed- he thought. And now he had in his home a living girl convinced that she was already dead. Suddenly he felt exhausted and hungry. He looked at Sonia and realized she hadn’t eaten, either.

“Sonia,” he looked at his slave. “Make us something to eat. A sandwich or something, and then we will go to bed. It has been a long day.”

Sonia smiled and said “Of course, Master. It will be ready in a jiffy.”

He looked at the girl and asked “Are you hungry?” She nodded. He continued, “If I give you food, will you eat it?” She shook her head. He closed his eyes. I will deal with this tomorrow, he thought. Sonia had to wake him up so he could eat his sandwich.

After eating, he gave a last look to the girl in the floor of the living room, shook his head and Sonia and him went to the bedroom. He noticed Sonia had changed the sheets, so he simply fell on the mattress and fell asleep, Sonia next to him.

The smell of coffee woke him up. Disoriented for a moment, he remembered everything. He kinda hoped it was only a bad dream, but the different decoration of the room told him it he had not been so lucky. He stood up and left the bedroom.

“Good morning, Master!” a smiling Sonia greeted him. “Just take a seat at the table and I will serve your breakfast!” He sat, his eyes looking at the back of a naked Sonia in the kitchen, but then he looked at the girl laying on the living room’s floor. It was clear she had not moved during the night.

“Here,” said Sonia, putting in front of him a plate with French toast and some bacon, orange juice and a cup of coffee. Then she kneeled in front of him, opened his robe and started to suck his cock. He smiled, knowing that “his” Sonia would never act as domestic as this Sonia. I could get used to this, he thought. But there are the other things, his smile waned. However, her expert mouth made him forget his predicament for a few minutes.