Page 50 of Rugger: The Huntress

You’re the greatest, my love.

Finally, my temperature lowered. The chill of my home was recognizable. It pebbled my bare chest and lifted my skin with fine bumps.

I had another sip, staring into the nothingness in front of me. The smell of the fragrance across the room had saliva pooling in my mouth. It was significant to me. To my occupation. To my world.

I craved the scent of death that it masked like a felon on the way to withdraw money that wasn’t rightfully his from the bank.I craved the joy. The comfort. The certainty that death brought along.

“Mm.”

I closed my eyes and drew the glass closer to my lips.

Soon.I reminded myself.

There was an entire network of people needing to end the life of someone who had wronged them and no longer belonged earthside. It would be sooner than later that I was met with the stench that made the hair on my arms curl backward.

By the seventh sip, my curiosity for the contents of the bag had been piqued. I ambled across the room, slowly, as the fragrance became stronger and stronger. It had almost dried completely.

The crumbled note that had absorbed it rested in my palm.

Sonnie.

Thoughts of the man with poor handwriting and persistence that would make almost any woman fold lingered. For a few seconds, I stood, taking him in, again, as visuals reminded me of the other things he possessed that would make a woman fold twice.

My eyes roamed the console, landing on the black bag once again. Then, on the note in my hand. The decision was a rather easy one, though I understood calling a man whose life wouldn’t be ending by the end of our exchange was completely beyond my scope of normalcy.

Nevertheless, I began to unravel the paper after sitting my drink down. My adrenaline pumped a hundred miles per minute. Chartering unknown territory shouldn’t have been so invigorating, but I found it pleasurable.

Defeat deflated my chest as I flattened the paper in my palm. Bleeding blue ink blurred the numbers beyond recognition. I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth and rested my skin against the console, taking a second to gather myself.

Squinted eyes proved even 20/20 vision couldn’t distinguish one number from the other. Not even his name was recognizable. With a roll of my eyes, I tossed the paper in the small trash next to the console, grabbed my drink, looped my arm in the handles of the black bag, and trudged up the stairs toward my bedroom.

11:27p

My back pressed against the pillow underneath me. The rose toy was far more enticing than the others. It reminded me of the withered ones in my bedroom. They were weeks old and their death had been the most rewarding to watch.

Each day, they stiffened a bit more. Lost a little more of their beautiful coat. And, soon became unresponsive without any signs of life. Revival wasn’t possible. Their time on earth had expired. They were prepared to revisit the soil but I wasn’t quite ready to part ways.

Okay.

I breathed out, releasing the sexual energy stirring in the pit of my stomach.

Whew.

I spread my legs and placed the freshly cleaned toy between my thighs. Right on my clit is where I rested the deep circle.

Okay.

I pushed the power button and regretted it instantly.

Oh fuck.

The muscles of my vagina clenched. My stomach caved in. The breath I was attempting to release was caught in my throat. My limbs stiffened. My eyes tried escaping my face.

“Shit!”

I pushed the power button I’d held down to start the machine.

“Fuck.”

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