Mesmer, page 19
She was laid out on her bed, her hand working inside her underwear, which we both knew was useless. Alice stopped the second she was aware of me, sitting up fast before she scrambled to stand up beside her bed.
“Snap out of it, I need you awake.” I pushed the command hard, feeling the other compulsions woven into her psyche, but I saw her muscles twitch. “Tell me, is there a printer or a scanner in this house somewhere?”
Her glazed eyes lifted to focus on me, and I could see the desperation in them, and the panic as she shook her head. “No, sir.”
“FUCK!” I shouted, and she flinched, but I gritted my teeth and took a slow breath before I unmuted the phone. “Hey, I can’t find a printer here. Are you sure this is something I need to sign?”
“Unfortunately, I need you to fill out the security form with new verification questions, and then I need you to sign it, scan it, and send it back to me along with a copy of your driver’s license and passport identification.” The woman sighed. “I am terribly sorry to interrupt your vacation, but it’s the only way we can free up your accounts for normal use.”
“Fine,” I snapped. “One second.”
Muting the phone again, I tried to rein in my rage as I looked at Alice again.
“You want to come, don’t you?” I asked, and her entire face lit up.
“Yes, please, please, sir. I’ll do whatever you want I—”
“I know,” I interrupted her, waving my hand through the air to shut her up. “You find me the closest place that has a printer and a scanner I can use, and I’ll get you off.”
“I—” She whined, shifting from foot to foot. “I need your permission to use the phone. I’m only allowed to use it to order groceries.”
“Fine. You can use the phone to look this up for me. Do not call anyone else, understand?”
“Yes, sir!” Alice rushed past me, moving faster than I’d ever seen her move, but an orgasm is a pretty motivating thing when the only person who can give you one is standing in front of you. I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the nagging feeling of guilt at the back of my head as I promised myself I wouldn’t fuck her.
Tapping the mute button, I held it back to my ear. “I’m going to have to go somewhere to print this shit and scan it back to you. Can you email it all to me?”
“Of course. Would you like us to use the email we have on file?”
“Yeah. Just… shit… just do it fast, okay? I’ll go right now to get it handled.” Groaning, I leaned against the doorframe to Alice’s room and stared at the ceiling. The fucking twins were going to die for this. As soon as my money was safe, I was going to use a chunk of it to make sure I found someone who could erase them both off the face of the planet.
“I just sent it all over, Mr. Gavinski. I know how frustrating this is, but the security measures are in place to protect your assets.” She sounded so sincere, but I doubted any of it was real. “I do have a bit of good news, the woman who attempted to empty your accounts has been arrested, and we will encourage the authorities to prosecute her to the full extent of the law.”
“Thanks,” I answered, but I knew it was just some collectable who had been forced to do it. She’d probably kill herself in prison, if they hadn’t already told her to do it before then.
Assholes.
“Well, I will keep watch on my email for the documents. I apologize once again for the inconvenience, Mr. Gavinski.”
“Yeah, thanks. I’ll send it all over soon.” Without waiting for more bullshit, I hung up the phone, grumbling to myself as I waited for Alice.
I didn’t have to wait long, though. She came running back down the hall with the phone in her hand and a piece of paper in the other.
“Here you go, sir. This place is open for another forty-five minutes, and they have everything you need.” She offered the paper and as I took it, she reached for my pants, but I slapped her hand away.
“Don’t fucking touch me.”
Her hands dropped to her sides, and I felt the urge to make her scream rising. It would be so easy to shove her against the wall, to rip her panties off and fuck her ass dry. She’d cry, she’d probably bleed, and I was hard as a fucking rock just thinking about it.
But I didn’t have time for it… and there was Hannah.
Hannah. My Hannah.
Cracking my neck, I pointed at her bed. “Lie down.”
She bounded over, fucking smiling, and I wanted to slap it off her face as I shut the door. “Cover your face with the pillow, and you better be fucking quiet. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, and then muffled herself with the pillow. At least with it over her face I couldn’t see her smiling.
Not going to fuck her. Not going to fuck her.
There was already a damp spot on her underwear, but I ignored it as I shoved them to the side and cupped her smooth cunt. I didn’t even slide a finger inside her, I just pushed pleasure. Watched it coil under her skin, as she moaned quietly and squeaked underneath the pillow while she writhed. The first orgasm hit… and I heard her start crying.
Alice pressed the pillow harder over her face, her fingers clenched tight in the fabric, and I actually felt a little bad for her.
Who knows how long it’s been since she got off?
I let her breathe for a second, and then forced another orgasm. Her knees came up, bending towards her chest, and then her feet came back to the bed so she could lift her hips, arch her back. Liquid heat smeared against my fingers, and I knew I’d need to wash my hands before I touched Hannah again.
“You want another one?” I asked as soon as she started breathing somewhat normally again.
A muffled, “Yes! Please!” came through the pillow, and I sighed and checked the clock on my phone before I shoved three fingers inside her and made her come again. It was too easy, and it felt nothing like making Hannah come.
Mechanical. Boring.
I waited for her to ride it out, let her grind on my hand as she moaned softly and whined into the fabric pressed over her mouth. Then I took my hand away and wiped my fingers on her sheets.
“Thanks for finding the information,” I said and stood.
Alice took the pillow off and sat up, her cheeks bright red, eyes watery, and she bit down on her lip as she stifled another quiet cry. “Will you—”
“Do that again?” I interrupted and shook my head. “No. I’m with Hannah. That was just… a thank you, or something. Okay?”
She nodded, her face crumpling as she tried not to cry again. I turned away from her and went to the door, but I paused and looked back at her.
“You will not mention this to Hannah. At all. If she’s hungry, make her dinner. I’ll be back soon. Got it?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, and then she sat up straighter. “Um, sir?”
“What?” I snapped, and she flinched.
“Just… thank you for not hurting me. And thank you for letting me think, I haven’t… I just… thank you.” She looked down at her bed and sniffled. “That’s all I wanted to say.”
“You’re welcome.” I didn’t give her a chance to say anything else as I yanked open her door and shut it behind me.
Is that how all the collectables at the Acambo feel?
Shaking my head, I went directly to the kitchen, set the paper and my phone on the counter, and washed my hands thoroughly. Twice.
I didn’t have the mental space to think about the women I had at the hotel, but I’d figure it out. Later. Maybe if I figured that out, I’d feel more worthy of Hannah. I’d just have to talk to her about… you know… handing out orgasms like they were handshakes.
“Fuck, this is way too complicated.”
Shoving all of that bullshit to the back of my mind, I hurried through getting dressed, grabbed the documents I needed, and then stepped into the bathroom to see my angel surrounded by bubbles.
“You look comfy,” I said, walking over to stare down at her. She smiled up at me and stretched, her tits lifting out of the white foam like the best kind of peep show. “And delectable.”
“Want to join me?” she asked, grinning, and I groaned as my dick was still straining inside the jeans I’d forced over my erection.
“Wish I could, but I have to go scan some fucking documents to fix this account issue. I’ll be back soon though, okay?”
“Okay.” She pouted, and I couldn’t help but smile because it was my Hannah being sad to be away from me. No compulsions, no mesmer tricks—just her. I couldn’t resist leaning down to kiss her, taking control as our tongues clashed, and I felt the buzz of her moan against my lips. But I had to pull back, had to get this done so she was safe. That was the most important. One more too-tempting taste of her mouth, and then I broke the kiss.
“I won’t be long.” I pressed a quick peck to her forehead. “I love you.”
As I stood up, I realized what I’d said, and the broad grin on Hannah’s face made the inner-shock a little easier to take.
“I love you too, Tomik.”
“Yeah…” I nodded, laughing a bit under my breath as I walked backward to the door. “Soon. I’ll be back soon, and then I’m going to fuck you again.”
“Sounds good to me,” she purred, stretching in the water again, and I turned away before I dove into the water with her—damn the consequences.
Yeah. Definitely going to kill the twins. Painfully.
21
Hannah
“Are you hungry?” Alice asked as she entered the living room.
“Yeah, but I’m going to wait until Tomik gets back.”
“Well, what are you in the mood for? I can get it started so it’s ready,” she answered with a smile, and it made me turn all the way around on the couch to look at her.
*Well, well, someone’s awake.* Greta was back inside, but I knew that didn’t mean anything. She seemed to be changing, getting stronger, and it made me nervous. Although, on this Greta was right. I could see it too.
I focused on Alice and smiled back. “You seem… better.”
“He woke me up. It’s nice.” She shrugged. “Nice to be able to think, you know?”
*Yep.*
“Yeah, I understand.” Toying with the arm of the couch, I tried to think of how to phrase the question in my head, but it seemed strange to ask it.
The concern I felt could just be more of Greta’s bullshit, still, I wanted to know the truth.
“Do you… want to be here, Alice?”
Her face fell for a second, and then the smile was back. “I’m very happy to work here.”
*Mesmer’d. She won’t give you a real answer, Hannah.*
“Are you sure? You could leave, I can talk—”
“No!” Alice shouted, and then she started trembling. “I… I don’t want to. I’m very happy to work here.”
*Totally mesmer’d. That’s probably all she can say, Hannah. When Tomik gets bored with you, you’ll be just like that.* Greta lounged back in the chair she’d made appear—a big black recliner, and she pulled the lever to prop her feet up. *It will just be a matter of time.*
Shut up.
“I’m sorry, Alice. You can make whatever sounds good to you, okay?” I smiled at her again, but she looked like she was about to cry. It made me feel terrible as she nodded and went to the kitchen.
I felt deflated as I turned back to the book in my lap, remembering the way Tomik had said ‘I love you’ before he left and holding onto it like a shield against Greta’s constant negativity.
“Hannah?” Alice called softly, and I turned to look at her again. “Tomik is nice. For one of them anyway. You’re really lucky he’s the one that found you.”
Before I could even reply, she’d disappeared through the door, and I could only stare at the place she’d been, but at least I was smiling again.
He’s nice, I repeated in my head.
*Not nice. Bad man. Mesmer. I don’t know why you don’t listen.*
You heard her! He’s a nice mesmer, he’s fighting it!
Greta rolled her eyes. *He’s only been nice to her because he’s been fucking you. That’s all.*
Whatever. Go away.
*Not. Gonna. Happen.*
I was contemplating figuring out how to work the television just to drown her out when the front door opened. Jumping up, I rushed to it.
“You’re back!” I called out, but immediately skidded to a stop when I saw two men in the entryway, one of them closing the door behind him.
*Hannah, run.* Greta stood up in my head, no more chair, no more snark. *Run!*
I started to back up, but then they faced me. Twins. I remembered twins.
“Stop right there, Hannah.” The closest one commanded, and I felt my muscles go stiff no matter how hard I tried to move.
“It’s like she was expecting us, Roman. Already mostly naked.” He smiled and tilted his chin toward me. “Drop the robe.”
*They’re going to kill you.* Greta said, suddenly outside of me, standing to my right, but she wasn’t helping. She wasn’t able to stop the command.
I felt tears in my eyes as my hands went to the tie at my waist and pulled it away. Like a puppet, I had no control over my movements as I let the robe fall to the floor. Instantly cold, all I wanted to do was cover myself, but when I lifted my arms, he shook his head.
“Nope. Don’t cover yourself. We’ve been looking forward to this.”
“We don’t have time to play with her here, Mitchell. We just need to get her passport and shit and then get her in the car.” Roman grinned, looking me up and down. “Then we can have some fun with her.”
“Please… don’t,” I whispered, but it just made them laugh.
*Don’t beg. They like that,* Greta growled, staring at the twins with all the venom and hate she normally aimed at Tomik.
“Hannah?” Alice’s voice rang out, and I panicked.
“ALICE RUN!” I screamed, but Mitchell was already walking towards her voice. It was barely a second later when I heard him.
“Come join us.”
Roman took a step closer to me, closing the gap between us so that he could trace a finger down the side of my face, a sneer contorting his otherwise handsome features. “I don’t know what the fuck he sees in you. You’re just another slut.”
*We just have to wait. We’ll have an opportunity.*
In my peripheral vision, I saw Alice and Mitchell arrive, but I couldn’t look away from the anger in Roman’s eyes.
“Say it. Say that you’re just another useless slut.” His command slid into my throat like something slimy, but I couldn’t stop myself from speaking.
“I’m…” My muscles trembled as I tried to fight it, but it came out anyway. “I’m just another useless slut.”
“That’s right,” Roman replied, a sick smile passing over his lips. “Go get your passport and your ID and put on a dress and some shoes. No bra, no underwear. Quickly.”
He turned away from me to look at Alice, and I felt my body move like a robot. Stiff strings as I moved to obey. From behind me I could hear them talking to Alice, but their words faded as I entered the master bedroom.
Tomik’s suitcase was still open, and I knew he kept my documents in there too. Greta pointed at the front of it.
*Small zipper pocket. Hurry, we can look for a weapon.*
How the fuck am I going to hide a weapon in a dress?
*Creatively,* Greta snapped, pacing beside me as I got my driver’s license and passport out of the pocket.
Turning away from her, I laid the items on the bed to dig out a clean dress, but even the most modest one was less covering than I could have hoped for.
*Tomik’s fault.*
You’re not helping!
The sandals were easy to slip on, and at least I could run in them if I ever got the chance… but I knew I wouldn’t. That realization brought back the tears, and I hurried to the bathroom as I realized there was no command lurking in my brain to come right back to them. He’d only said quickly.
Scrambling for the make-up, I grabbed my lipstick and wrote on the mirror as fast as I could.
‘TWINS TOOK ME. I LOVE YOU.’
*Waste of fucking time. WEAPON!* Greta shouted.
Dropping the lipstick back in the bag, I searched the counter for anything that might be a weapon, but there wasn’t anything, and every second I lingered was another second they might find my message.
Don’t make this worse.
Biting down on my lip to try and stop the tears, I grabbed my documents and returned to the twins. I found them in the living room with Alice on her knees.
“We could have her fuck herself with a knife?” one of them suggested, and I felt sick as I watched Alice crying silently.
The other one turned to look at me, crooking a finger. “Come here, Hannah.”
It was pointless to fight it, so I didn’t bother. I just kept my gaze on the floor as I walked over to him.
“We are going to do so many things to you, slut.” He grabbed my face, squeezing my cheeks so that my lips squished together—and then he spat on me. I felt the droplets on my skin and tried not to cry, tried not to flinch, but he tightened his grip until I couldn’t help but whine. “She does make such pretty noises when she’s in pain, doesn’t she, Mitchell?”
“I like it better when she screams.”
“That’s nice too. We’ll do that once we’re in the air,” Roman replied as he let me go, and the twins turned to face Alice again. “What about a gun? I’m sure Tomik has one here somewhere.”
“Boring. I want something that’ll look good on camera.”
I looked around and saw the video camera on a tripod just behind the twins. Did they bring that with them?
*Does it matter?* Greta asked as she walked over to it.
“Oh! I know, we’ll have her hang herself,” Mitchell said, grinning as he pointed up at the exposed rafters in the ceiling. “Tell me, bitch, is there rope somewhere in this place?”
Alice nodded as she sobbed quietly. “Y-yes, sir.”
“Good, then after we leave, you’re going to toss it over this rafter, tie it off to something so it will hold, and then you’re gonna make yourself a noose. Set up the camera to record all of it. Make sure it’s all in frame. Then hang yourself.”
