Let's Play a Game (1)

XI - Double Blind

My heart beats slower and slower as I stare at the bullet lodged in Enzo's head. I expect him to start moving again but he doesn't. I bring my hand up to his cheek not realizing it's covered in blood. It smears but it doesn't protect against the feeling of his cold skin. He's dead, he's really dead.

I feel a hand on my shoulder but don't think anything of it. When I shake it off it clamps down on me and starts to pull me up. The world comes back in full force. I can hear people moving again and I can feel the blood pooling around me, on my legs and my arms. Dante struggles to pull me up from the ground. I'm dead weight, I don't want to leave his body.

I don't see Vincent approaching quickly until he wraps his arms around me and I'm thrown over his shoulder. Blood immediately stains his immaculate suit as I push against his back, trying to get away.  "Let me go!" I say desperately.

"Don't make this difficult Jessica!" Vincent snarls and tightens his grip on me.

Dante follows closely after, up the stairs and to what I assume is a guest bedroom. Vincent moves into the bathroom and sets me down on the toilet. Dante closes the door behind him and gives me a sad look.

"It's going to be ok-" Dante starts but I cut him off quickly.

"No, no you two just stood there and watched him die...you two let it all happen."

"It has to be done!" Dante argues and I feel sick to my stomach. I look over to Vincent and he's taken off his suit jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. He kicks off his shoes next.

Without another word he comes over and grabs me by the wrists, practically flinging me into the shower. I don't react quick enough and cold water hits my back. I flinch away from the water and involuntarily into Vincent. He holds me under the focet, his arm snaked around my waist, and adjusts the temperature with his other hand.

"The bloody bodies I normally deal with are dead, so I suggest you calm down." He whispers into my ear. I look up to Dante and he must see the fear in my eyes. I work for a killer, I'm in the arms of a killer.

I go to push against him, but my arms are locked against his chest. "Please." I beg. My lower lip quivers and all I can do is shake.

"Tell my father I'll be down for dinner in a second." Vincent says and turns to Dante. Dante hesitates, staring at Vincent then to me. He doesn't question him though, and leaves without another word.

"You're going to kill me." I squeak out and shake harder. "Please make it quick..." my heart starts beating out of my chest again.

He takes a step away from me and grabs my chin. "Don't make me." Im staring into his eyes, trying to find something, absolutely anything. There's a strange look in his eyes that I can't quiet place, but then again I've never known a murderer. I guess I have this entire time.

"Arms up." He instructs. I don't dare disobey and I raise my arms above my head. He grabs the end of my dress and pulls it over my head to reveal the red lace set that Sara got me. The string up my ass is covering nothing. My nipples peak through the lace bra. Most embarrassing is the frilly garter. I can't help but try to cover myself as he lowers me to the shower floor.

He adjusts the water temperate one more time before kneeling in front of me. He's soaked from the shower. It wouldn't matter anyway. His shirt is covered in blood. He's need to change anyway. "I'm going to send someone up to help you clean up. I'll have them bring up some tea as well. Have you eaten?"

I go to protest, but when I look in his eyes, I realize I have nowhere to go. I moved out my apartment and all my stuff is at Enzo's house. I'm complicit in his murder I can't go back there. I didn't really eat but I couldn't choke down water right now if I tried.

When I don't respond Vincent just nods. "Just the tea then."

He goes to get up then pauses. He reaches towards me and grabs the garter, forcing me to uncross my legs. These panties are so small he can see my bare pussy. He slips it down my though and off my leg, tossing it to the side. "You're not his pretty little prize anymore."

He leaves with that and I'm left under the shower head, blood washing off and down the drain. I'm having trouble telling if Vincent just helped me or hurt me. Maybe both.

I don't hear the knock at the door. A servant enters with a smile. Silently she finds a wash cloth and grabs my arm. I close my eyes and lean back, the scrubbing motion is calming. It gives me something to focus on. She helps me take off my jewelry and unclasp my bra too.

She's done before I know it and she turns off the water. "Get dried off. There's some clothes on the bed. I'll go get you some tea."

She holds out a towel and I take it. She must have washed my hair at some point because it smells nice.

When I come out there's only a t-shirt, probably Vincent's because of the size, and a pair of panties just as skimpy as the pair I'm wearing. Is this a joke? But what other choice do I have?

I slip on the panties then the T-shirt on quickly. What is happening with my life? What's going to happen to me next? I sit down on the bed and stare at my hands. In my eyes they're still drenched in blood. I let Enzo die, maybe if I hadn't been such a hot head he would be alive. Maybe if I'd shut my mouth for once. What would have been enough to save him?

As I stare I spot some blood still stuck under my finger nails. My legs move mechanically and I start scrubbing at them under the focet. No matter how hard I scrub I can't get the last of it. My fingers feel raw but not raw enough to make me stop until a hand grabs mine.

The grip around my wrist is tight as another hand reaches in front of me to turn the water off. Im too afraid to look up. A towel wraps around my hands.

"Go to bed." Vincent says and pulls the towel away. I see a red stain, not Enzo's blood but mine.

He lets me go and I'm just hoping he can't see my ass. Maybe I can be spared that dignity. He comes in and he brings some tea and a box with him. Has it been that long that the dinner party is over?

"Happy late birthday." He says as I get into bed and he sits on the edge. "Open it."

I finally look up at him and he motions to the box. I grab it, just holding it for a few seconds. What is he planning?

When I unwrap it I see it's a diamond necklace in a tear-shape with matching diamond earrings. They're beautiful but not something I would ever wear or have occasion to wear. Even if I did I'd never want something like this. He's pampering me for what? What an odd gift. "Thank you, it's beautiful." I close the box and push it away.

I go to fidget with my engagment ring then realize it's not there anymore. I grab the tea quickly to keep my hands calm.

I don't hear Vincent say a word as I sip the tea. I think he's just watching me at this point, waiting for me to say something wrong.

"Please." I whisper, looking down at my lap.

"Please, what?" He grabs my chin, more forcefully this time so I have to meet his eyes.

"Please make it painless." I get out. He just stares at me. After a few seconds he takes the tea from me and he gets up. "Get some sleep."

I see him stand and start to walk away. By the time I see him in the doorway he's blurry. I feel so tired all of the sudden and everything goes pitch black.