The Vampire Council: Case File:1 by Steve Cunningham Page A

desk, Rita can feel her heartbeat increase dramatically as her breathing quickens. Dirk stares at the fear in her eyes. He smirk appears on his face. He loves the power to strike fear into people.
    Located to the right of the computer on the front desk is a brass bell in which regular customers use to get the attention of the worker behind the desk. Dirk looks at the bell then proceeds to pick it up. Holding it in his right hand he gives it a closer inspection looking all around it. With his left hand he reaches into his inner jacket pocket. Rita lets out a little squeak of noise. She panics as she knows that Dirk keeps a gun within his jacket at all times. Dirk holds his hand in his jacket as he looks past the bell and now again into Rita’s terrified eyes. He pulls his hand out with speed. Dirk begins to laugh out loud within his head at the sight of Rita jumping out of her skin at fear for her life. From his pocket Dirk had pulled out a handkerchief. He pulls the bell to his mouth as he exhales his breath onto it then proceed to polish it with his handkerchief before placing it in front of himself on the desk.
    ‘Keep your items on your desk clean and organised. People might respect you more.’ Dirk pretends to be helping Rita but they both know he was just messing with her. Dirk folds his handkerchief before putting it back into his inner pocket.
    ‘I’m sorry sir. I’ll clean it all right away.’ Rita’s voice quivers with fear.
    ‘See that you do,’ Dirk straightens out his cuffs not looking at Rita, ‘is Jacqueline in her office?’
    Rita opens a programme on the computer which is used to log who enters and leaves the hotel at all times. Rita begins to scroll through the log for the day so far. Dirk pulls out a pocket watch from his breast pocket on the left hand side of his jacket. As the watch case pings open Dirk lets out a huge sigh to emphasise his annoyance that Rita was taking too long for his liking. Rita’s finger begins to scroll the wheel on the mouse quicker. Within seconds she spots that Jacqueline had not left the hotel yet today.
    ‘I believe she is sir.’ Rita quickly enters Dirks name and his time of entry to the hotel before closing the programme. She turns to face Dirk but with static movement as fear still courses through her veins.
    Dirk closes the pocket watch and places it back into his breast pocket. ‘Maybe if you knew how to work faster and more efficiently you wouldn’t be such a low rank, getting punished on a regular basis.’ Dirk leans over the desk and begins to whisper into Rita’s ear. ‘Speaking of punishment,’ Dirk pauses. Rita’s breathing becomes sporadic as a tear rolls down her cheek. ‘I expect to see you at mine again later. But this time stop the screaming.’ Dirk lifts his head back to look deep into Rita’s eyes to watch the tears appear. With his hands he wipes the tears from her cheeks before he grips hard on her ears. ‘It makes it harder to enjoy fucking you.’ He lets go of her ears. Gives out a chuckle at the sight of her teary eyes before walking away towards Jacqueline’s office.
    Rita slumps to the floor behind the desk. She scrunches herself beneath it to hide. The force willing her to hold back her emotion as much as possible finally breaks. She begins to cry hysterically. She straightens out her legs as she uses her left arm and hand to guard her vagina. And with her right arm she covers and guards her breasts. Her mind fills with the images, the pain and the disgust she felt of the many previous times Dirk had raped her.
     
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    ‘The fuck Jacqueline?’ Dirk bursts through Jacqueline’s office door and storms towards her desk. Jacqueline sat on her chair behind the desk calmly looks away from her monitor to focus on Dirk.
    ‘A simple hello would’ve sufficed. Or better still to knock on my door before entering.’ Jacqueline isn’t scared to talk to Dirk in this way