Just Right (Part 21)
Wolfe: Taste of Darkness
JUST RIGHT | SERIAL FICTION | DARK FAIRY TALE | NOIR FICTION | CRIME FICTION
Her eyes never left the window, and mine never left her. How she didn’t see me. How she didn’t sense my presence. She was lost in her own world. Nothing around her registered. What she saw in the glass, I couldn’t say. But I watched her from my perch on the L, and I could see it — the night itself looking back at her.
I held her down when I fucked her. Stared down into the blacks of her eyes, irises wide in the night like inky black pools I couldn’t escape. She bent like a circus freak, as if she was made for pleasure not police work. Red had fought back. She battered me with her fists when I didn’t tie her to the bed. Cracked a tooth with her knee once. This whore, Gretel — whatever her name really was, whatever her game — she gave herself up the moment I reached over a tore her shirt open.
Fingers coiled around her throat, squeezing, panties shoved into her mouth, I bent her double and plunged in. She let out a moan that told me a truth I needed to…
