Page 23 of Milk
He also commanded one of the guards to have Henderson’s body processed. I didn’t know what that meant, but I thought of Breaking Bad and how they disappeared bodies by dissolving them in acid. I shuddered at the thought.
A few minutes later, we arrived at Carter’s bedroom. He signaled the last guard still with us to leave us alone, as he pushed the door open for me.
“After you,” he said, like a gentleman.
His room was both a bedroom and an office, decorated in a style that seemed a mix between the bedroom of a child obsessed with cows and a Texan-style rancher lodge. The wooden beams across the ceiling were decorated with horns, cattle collars, and branding irons. The whole place was rustic, but polished and varnished to give it a neat and organized glow. Carter’s desk was there too, facing the large glass window and a wooden balcony that oversaw the pastures of Sunshine Sanctuary. Far in the distance, I could see a grey line - the opaque fence surrounding the property.
“Don’t worry about being seen by anyone, this is one-way, bullet-proof glass,” Carter said, tapping on the window after I entered. “You’re safe here.”
“Safe from who?” I asked, covering my breasts and my pussy with my hand.
“From anyone that tries to touch you.”
“W-what about you? Am I safe from you here?”
“You have nothing to fear from me,” Carter said and, to prove it, he approached me and reached behind my collar. He pulled something from it. I squinted to see some sort of battery.
“This is a taser. It’s implanted in all collars. I’m taking it out. To show you that I trust you. You told me you’ll be good, and I’ll take your word for it,” Carter said simply. “I need you to take a leap of faith too. Take my word; even if you don’t believe me about anything else, believe that I won’t hurt you.”
I took a deep breath and nodded. I understood. I believed him. It was crazy of me, I had just seen him murder a man and yet, something about the way he spoke had me convinced. He wouldn’t hurt me.
A moment later, there were two knocks on the door. Before Carter could respond to them, Susan entered. She was carrying a tray with a small bowl with two pills and a glass of water.
“Susan,” Carter greeted.
“I heard what happened ‘downstairs’. I’ve brought her a pill to prevent any unwanted fertilization, a pain pill, and I think we should also give her a bath,” Susan reported.
Carter took the tray off her hands and nodded. “I’ll handle it, Susan. Thank you.”
Susan looked a little surprised. She looked ready to argue with Carter. I hadn’t even thought about the possibility of Henderson getting me pregnant. The thought was revolting. Susan shrugged, deciding that arguing with Carter wasn’t worth it. After another second, she left.
“Here, my calf, take these pills,” Carter said, offering me the two small pills and the glass of water.
“Is that like … Plan-B?”
“You can say that. But it’s made in-house, by Susan.”
“In-house?”
“Susan dabbles in both synthetic and bio-pharmacy,” he explained.
“I thought she was your secretary.”
“To the rest of the world, maybe. She’s a brilliant woman. She has a PhD in Biotechnology and her thesis was on Genetic Engineering.”
“Wow, I had no idea.”
“Most people don’t,” Carter said. “Now, the pill.”
He didn’t have to say it again. I took it, drinking the water to wash it down. As I did, Carter looked at me, serious, but nodding in approval.
Clearly, he cared for me. He wasn’t just aiming to kill me. But what did he want with me? As if he heard my thoughts, Carter turned to me and gestured towards a large door. He pushed it open to reveal a massive bathtub made of black and white marble.
“You are filthy. You need a bath. Come,” he commanded.
I obeyed.
Carter took off his suit and rolled up his sleeves to reveal surprisingly toned and sexy forearms. He filled the tub with warm water. Pulling a chair to sit next to it, he felt the temperature of the water with his hand. He motioned for me to get in and I did as I was told. My body sent some water over the ledge of the tub, where there was a small grate cleverly concealed between sheets of marble. Instead of spilling messily across his bathroom floor, the water simply disappeared. He grabbed a sponge, shampoo and a small soft brush on a stick, and bid me in closer so he could wash me.
