Page 9 of Rugger: The Huntress

Invisible weights fell onto the floor as I climbed in bed, feeling light as a feather. I pulled back the first layer of linen and then slid underneath the black sheets beneath it. The panties I’d just covered my pussy with, I pushed down my thighs. My legs parted as the throbbing between them began. Anticipation hiked my breath in my chest.

I placed the .22 at my center, closing my eyes in the process. Four pounds of pressure awakened the motor. Vibration stiffened my limbs and caused me to freeze in place before I finally relaxed against my sheets.

Lionel Bradford.

He was supposed to bring my body the pleasure it was yearning for. Since he hadn’t, images of his corpse would take me to that faraway place.

Four.

My eyes popped open.

Fifty-five.

The numbers caused them to widen. In exactly one hour, my presence would be required and I couldn’t miss the meeting with my peers. Iwouldn’tmiss it.

As I rose from the pillow, the alarm clock beside me sounded. I placed a hand over it to silence the noise.

4:55pm.

Though it was unnecessary, the alarm was an added precaution. My body had acclimated itself with the changes of the day according to every hour in the twenty-four hour cycle. My internal clock was always accurate.

I was up and in the bathroom relieving my bladder within seconds. My wardrobe was the next stop. I pondered for a few minutes, unsure of what to wear.

Bzzzz.

Bzzzz.

Vibration erupted, causing me to freeze in place. I wasn’t sure where I’d last had my cell, but I was certain it was near. In my opinion, it was a fucking nuisance, but for my family’s sake I kept one around.

Slowly, I trekked through the room full of clothes and into my bathroom where the phone buzzed on the counter. One look at the screen and I contemplated picking up. The video call was full of the women who made my world continue revolving. And, if there was any harm ever done to either of them, the second I found out would be the last time anyone’s world revolved. Right on its axis, it would stop and life would cease to exist.

I dragged my finger across the screen before picking the phone up and heading back into the closet. The women would certainly be a distraction, but a good one, nonetheless.

“Wednesday, say something. We see you picked up!” Roulette wouldn’t let my presence go unnoticed.

“Wednesday is still getting her panties wet. That’s an insult. Morticia is more of my speed.”

I propped the phone up on the shelf and continued my search.

“Hey,” Rome greeted me.

Gentle, Rugger.

“Hey, baby,” I responded, never looking up or turning around to face the camera.

She brought something out of us all we didn’t understand or try to understand. Rome was the baby of the bunch in every sense of the word.

“Not you looking at the funeral section like you can’t find anything to wear. Girl, if you don’t pick one of the same hundred shirts and some pants, I’m going to drop kick your ass through this fucking phone.”

With every piece in my closet being black, the choice should’ve been easy to make. But, it wasn’t.

“Roaman, can you pull bullet fragments from her mouth if I let some lead fly?” I questioned our oldest sister.

She sucked her teeth, “Rugger–”

“Don’t forget I was once your tutor,” Roulette reminded me.

“Classmate.”

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