Killing Time by SE Chardou

phone call.
    He knelt down in front of me and only then did I notice the black cuffs in his hand. They weren’t like the law enforcement issued ones that had been placed on my wrists earlier that night but they were just as foreboding. I didn’t want to be involved in any of this but how far was I willing to go to find out what happened to my sister? How deeply into this depraved world was I willing to enter before I’d had enough and decided it wasn’t worth it? Trésor was dead and no amount of investigation would bring her back but if someone had killed her, I would make him or her pay.
    I didn’t say anything as he cuffed my wrists. My hands were placed in my lap but I was more or less helpless at this point. They clicked into place and as if sensing my unanswered question, Rory showed me a formidable looking key. They weren’t play cuffs after all but the real deal and I couldn’t just shrug out of them.
    “You can get up now,” he commanded.
    “What do you think you are doing? I’m not my sister, you know. Like you told your brother, I’m not some fucking novice and vanilla sex is fine for me. I don’t need extra kinks thrown in to orgasm, you know.”
    “Unfortunately, I think you do. However, you are free to go back and tattletale to your fiancé if you like. I’ll send him the video of you getting off at my club. Do you think he would like that as a pleasant email in-box surprise on Monday morning?”
    I glared into Rory’s blue-green eyes. “You wouldn’t.”
    “Yes, I would. Did it ever occur to you my brother was thinking of stealing you for himself? He always wanted Trésor but I was adamant she was mine. Now, here you come along, fresh meat and you’ve never been in the life. Your eyes, they’re so bright and innocent yet you’re also curious and I would like to ease this curiosity for you but you must allow me to do so.”
    The tears fell from my eyes before I could stop them. “Please, let me go. I won’t tell and I won’t investigate my sister’s death any further. I don’t want this and I cannot do this. It would be wrong for this to happen between you and me—we both know I am to marry another man. I don’t want to deal with the deception and I can’t fuck you . . . I just met you.”
    Rory wiped my tears with his thumbs before he placed his hands dangerously close to my neck. “You can do anything you set your mind to . . . humans are capable and fascinating creatures. Do you know Claudette?”
    I sniffled. “Who?”
    “Claudette? The French blonde who ate your pussy tonight at the club . . . no one calls her Claudette anymore as she is only known as ‘slave’ or ‘slut’ or ‘whore’ to Severin. She started off as a bartender in Club X-Tasy and became a little too curious for her own good. I tried to warn her but Seven got to her first and well, you have observed what she is like now.”
    “Is she . . . his toilet slave Grayson told me about?”
    “No. Alas Severin got rid of her or…rather she killed herself but he doesn’t keep one anymore. He prefers to use the regular kind of lavatory you and I use. He said it was fun for a while but just got too fucking tedious and disgusting. Plus he couldn’t deal with her touching him sexually after he turned her into . . . that . . . so what’s her use if she can’t please him for what he really needs her there for? My brother doesn’t need a toilet slave, he needs a healthy human mind he can fracture and shatter into a million pieces before he puts it back together again in some kind of weird Frankenstein-like way. Right now, he only has Claudette and Hans. You met Hans tonight as well as he serviced you too orally if I remember correctly.”
    “You were there the whole time?”
    Rory smiled. “Of course. Severin has all kinds of uses but he is better at this than I am. I can admit it because it’s true. He is the one who turned me on to the lifestyle but I am not hardcore like him. I have no use for a dedicated