Han Som Hatar Människan - Part 5: “The Claws Of Perdition”
At the end of the second week, Abigail got an unexpected phone call. It was Christian. She answered the call with a puzzled look on her face.
“Hello, Abigail. Is it a good time to talk?” Christian answered from the other side. She had already almost forgotten the sound of his voice. Actually, the sound of whoever’s voice, except that of Niklas.
“Yeah, sure. Niklas just got in the shower, so there’s no danger of him freaking out.” She said as she moved into a room as far away from the bathroom as possible.
“I’m starting to miss that fucked up bastard. In fact, I called to see if it’s possible to come over and see him some time, as long as you’re not on the other end of the world, of course.”
“Sure, why not? He might freak out a bit at first, but as long as your visit is already a fact there’s not much he can do about it. I’ll just keep it a secret until you have arrived.”
“Thanks, Abigail. Is he holding on?”
“Yeah, I keep him running. He seems better. He ran out of drugs and I put a limit on his alcohol, so he’s actually being a sweetheart as of recent.”
“Well, that’s strange to hear. And what about you? Are you holding on? It’s hard keeping a clean mind around Niklas, especially for someone as tiny as you.”
“I’m not as tiny as you think, Chris. Besides, if my observations are correct, I – the squishy little girl, have been handling the hate machine much better than all of you guys taken together, despite being big grown men.” Abigail said ironically.
“Indeed. I’ll send you the address. You just tell me when can I expect you.”
“Some time tomorrow. I just don’t know when I’ll leave and how far you guys are.”
“Not that far, but far enough.”
“Alright. Then I’ll see you guys tomorrow, hopefully. Take care, Abigail.”
“You take care too, pretty face.” She closed the call and just a few seconds later the door opened to reveal an almost naked and wet Kvarforth in only a bathroom towel around his waist. She was caught a little off-guard, but quickly came back to her senses – one of her strong sides.
“I heard you talking on the phone. Who was it?” Niklas asked lightly.
“Wrong number. The guy was searching for some Betty. I spent five minutes explaining there’s no Betty here.”
“If you’re done explaining there’s no Betty here, how about you come and explain some stuff to me in bed?” Niklas put on his signature perverted smirk on and put his hands on Abigail’s ass.
“Feeling playful, aren’t we? You just came out of the shower.”
“Indeed. I need someone to preserve the heat, otherwise I could get cold.” He said false-dramatically and winked.
“You never get enough, do you?”
“It makes a good replacement for the drugs.” Kvarforth whispered in her ear and licked her earlobe slowly.
The next day Niklas had just come back from his new job and as usually, he required for Abigail to be dressed in latex and on high heels. They were just messing around in bed when the doorbell rang. Abigail suspected it could be Christian, so she thanked herself for not taking off her clothes yet.
“Who the fuck could it be?” Niklas whined at the sound of the doorbell.
“I’ll go see, you just stay here.” Abigail quickly pecked his lips. She rolled out of bed and picked up a black shirt of his, which was lying on the ground. On further consideration, Christian had caught them naked not only once, so she didn’t mind being seen like that. She ran to the door as fast as her insane heels allowed and opened the door just to find Christian standing there with hands in his pockets, as expected.
“Whoa.” He smirked at the sight. “If I’m in the middle of something I can wait.”
“Just a minute later and you would have been in the middle of something. It’s just…Niklas’ dirty fetishes. Those heels are killing me, I don’t recommend them.”
“Never really considered putting them on.” The blond man snickered. “How’s the battle beast doing?”
“Well, he just came back from work and now he wants his part, obviously.”
“Work? You managed to make him get a job?” The young man’s jaw almost dropped to the ground.
“Yeah, well, I can be very convincing. Come in, let’s surprise the hate machine. And if you’re a faint of heart, he could be naked, so my apologies.”
“It wouldn’t be a first.” He said as he followed the girl inside.
“We have got a guest, sweetness.” Abigail announced with her hands on her hips as she entered the bedroom.
“What the…?” Niklas started with surprise. “So it was you who cock-blocked me?” He laughed.
“Didn’t mean to ruin your business.” Christian smirked.
“This is a set-up, isn’t it? You told him where we are.” The singer pointed his finger at the girl.
“He is your friend, Niklas. He wanted to see you. Don’t you appreciate that? Besides, I’m sure he hasn’t and won’t tell anybody. Right, Chris?” Abigail defended him and he shook his head.
“You know how much I hate you, right?” Kvarforth gave the girl a corner smile.
“Well, I don’t remember saying how much I love you as well, so it doesn’t bother me. I guess it’s mutual.” She crossed her arms and lift her chin up proudly.
“You’re irreplaceable.” Niklas shook his head with a smile.
“I’ll let you boys have a chat. Anything to drink?”
“A coffee with whiskey without the coffee for me.” Christian replied.
“Same for me.” Niklas snickered as he put on his boxers. Abigail smirked.
“So it is. And by the way, keep your eyes open, pretty face. He likes putting his hands in places.” The girl winked.
“I’m aware of that.” Christian assured her and she walked out of the room.
“So, did you start missing me a lot already?” Niklas smirked.
“I wanted to make sure that you’re still alive. And that she is still alive.”
“She’s taking good care of me. I, on the other hand, think I’m being really unthankful, even though I try to do things to make her happy. I wouldn’t hurt her, if that’s what you’re implying.”
“I’m implying that you’re an unpredictable motherfucker, especially with women.” The door opened and both of the men shut up.
“There’s your whiskey, gents. I’m leaving you.” She passed them two glasses and a whole bottle of whiskey and walked out again.
“Isn’t that a good woman? Brings you a full bottle of whiskey in her latex costume and high heels? You shouldn’t worry about her. She’s her own man. I don’t know any more if I’m the one playing with her or if she’s the one playing with me. It all started with just sex and now I’m here in her home, depending on her…vulnerable…”
“You’re never vulnerable, unless it’s the drugs laid on the table. You just realize that she is actually bringing you to a better place.”
“She is like a light in the end of the tunnel…a dark tunnel…and my tunnel is very dark, kid. I know it sounds strange coming from me, but I would be lost in my own tunnel if it wasn’t her ray of light. I don’t even know if I’m in love with her or if she’s just my baby sitter that I like a lot, but she gives me everything I need. She gives me the hate and pain I need and at the same time she appears to love me just the same. She hates me just as much as she finds me to be a weakness of hers. I don’t even know if she would love me back or if she is simply satisfying her own twisted needs. She told me everything about her life, Chris. She is dying and she is just living the life she never had. I guess I just fit in her own twisted world. Maybe she just enjoys taking care of me because I’m as sick as she is. I don’t even know how sick she is, she is so silent. She treats me like the trash I am, yet she tries to fix me and somehow this is precisely what I need.” Kvarforth explained calmly, but maniacally as if he couldn’t understand his own thoughts.
“I don’t know how much of these are ramblings of your insanity or not, but I don’t really believe my ears right now.”
“I can’t believe my own self that I am saying all of this, but I do mean it. She did turn out to be one of the few that are actually worth my time. She is worth even more.”
“She really is a gem. Just be careful not to scratch its’ smooth surface. Is she really dying?”
“She said so. And if that’s true, I can’t bear the thought that someday I will find her lying on the floor and that would be the end of her. That would be the end of my salvation as well, since nobody so far has managed to pull me out of the mud. Without her, I will sink in completely.”
“Why don’t you get over your ego and tell her everything you told me? You don’t know how much time you have to spend with her. Would you rather she finds out what you really feel for her or send her into the grave with the memory of you being a stuck-up prideful prick?”
“Even if I do, what would that change? That won’t delay her death.”
“No, it won’t, but you reap what you’ve sown. If you tell her what you feel she will too and this will make things much easier for both of you. And I know it might sound like a terrible idea to you, but why don’t you make her a child?” Christian offered and Niklas was left speechless.
“Kid, you know I hate life and I destroy it. I don’t create it!” The singer answered regretfully.
“Just listen to my point, if you please. This way you will have a memory of her to keep you going. Knowing that something important depends on you, this will get you through the day. This way it will be like you’re looking after her in the body of someone else. Besides, it would be a waste to the world if she dies without reproducing.” Chris smiled.
“You like her, don’t you?” Niklas’ raspy voice echoed in the room with this perverse tone of his in it. “I can’t blame you if you do. I mean, look at her, who wouldn’t.”
“That’s not the point here. I’m not taking her away from you, but that’s why I wish you could give her what she wants until she can still enjoy it. That’s the least you owe her for putting up with you.” Christian replied a little disturbed.
“If my senses are correct, she already has it. She is strong enough to get whatever she wants. She went out and took it. Otherwise she wouldn’t be sitting so peacefully here with me every day.” The smirk of perversion crawled across the older man’s lips again.
“I sincerely hope so.” The door opened and Abigail stormed in with an empty glass.
“May I have some whiskey? Thank you.” She grabbed the bottle without waiting for an approval and filled up her glass. Niklas looked down on her with some mysterious smile.
“Hey, Abigail, why don’t you join us?” He invited her as she had already turned her back.
“And sit quietly in a corner while you two are talking business? No, thank you, I’d rather clean the whole house, while walking in those fucking heels.” She replied calmly.
“Oh, come on. We won’t talk business.” He begged with a smile and patted a space between him and Christian. She put a finger on her chin thoughtfully and exhaled.
“On the other hand there’s whiskey here, so why not.” She raised her hands and jumped on the empty space between them. “You haven’t ran away from us yet, Christian?” She flipped his blond hair back with the back of her hand.
“Are you drunk already?” The blond man asked timidly with suspicion.
“Of course not! Okay, seriously, why do you think I came to abuse your whiskey if there was something left of my own?” Abigail laughed drunkenly.
Later that evening, the three of them were quite drunk, so they were only lying lifelessly on the bed and laughing at the nonsense that they were speaking. Suddenly, Niklas’ drunken voice pierced the short silence that had fallen upon the room.
“Hey, Abigail. I dare you to kiss Christian.” He announced and you could hear the perversion in his voice. Even drunk, Abigail questioned his motives.
“I don’t know what games you are playing, but I’m not playing along.” Abigail protested drunkenly as she propped up herself on her hands to look at Niklas.
“Just. Do it.” Kvarforth repeated and his tone would take no refusal.
“Oh, whatever, you fucking pervert.” The girl rolled over and straddled the confused young man. "Let's just give the pervert what he wants." She muttered as she lowered her lips to his. Of course, if that was Kvarforth's wish, then the younger man wouldn't even question it. She slowly slipped her tongue in his mouth and kissed him deeply.
"Slower." Niklas smirked devilishly as he looked closely. Abigail glared at him as she slowed down the pace of her tongue.
"Like that, you perv?" She hissed, looking at him one more time as the blond man writhed under her. She kissed Christian slowly and passionately again, earning a slight moan from him. "You like watching us kissing, don't you?" She teased and locked her lips with Christian's for the last time. "You liked that, you sick bastard?" She looked at Kvarforth as she pulled away and he had the typical devilish grin written on his face.
"Ask the kid." Niklas smirked and Abigail turned her sight back to the younger man.
"You can't imagine. I just hope I remember in the morning." He replied without waiting for the question and his eyes sparked. The girl chuckled.
In the morning the three of them woke up in the same bed. They hadn't moved from there at all and eventually had fallen asleep that way. Abigail was sleeping on her face between the two of them. She woke up first and looked at the men sleeping on both of her sides silently.
"And if that's not paradise..." She muttered to herself with a smirk. She woke both of them up and they whined sleepily.
"Damned be I." Niklas cursed.
"Hey, we didn't do anything, did we?" The girl asked a little scared. Not that she would mind a three-some with those two, but she'd rather it be in a sober state. However, Kvarforth wouldn't ever let this happen, unless he is in last night's perverted mood.
"Nah, we've still got our clothes on." Christian finally spoke. "And good news. Despite all the whiskey, I still remember the kissing session." He smiled.
"Oh, no." The girl exhaled ashamedly. "I should have taken the advantage of your drunk state and made you two kiss."
"You'll see that again pretty soon on stage. Am I right, you sick fuck?" Christian turned to Niklas.
"Pretty much." The singer chuckled. "God dammit, I couldn't even jack-off to this last night."
"First world problems." The bassist said ironically. "It was a lot of fun being drunk with you guys again, but I should get going." He announced and rolled off the bed.
"What's the rush? I was just planning a three-some." Niklas joked.
"Stop giving the kid false hopes." Abigail scolded him.
"Maybe some other time, if the offer is still available. Now I have to drive to work like a madman."
"Oh, I'm a working man now too. Well, not for long." Niklas stated proudly.
"You have told him everything, haven't you? I bet you've been talking every day." Niklas put his finger up threatingly.
"Yesterday was the first and last time we talked on the phone. Don't turn into a paranoid motherfucker again." Abigail explained as she rolled out of bed. Niklas followed and they escorted Christian to the door.
"When am I seeing you sick fuckers again?" Christian asked as he put his hands in his pockets.
"In two weeks. You're welcome to come over again whenever you like, as long as you don't tell anybody where we are." Niklas explained. Abigail raised her eyebrows in surprise of his kindness. "Abigail, why don't you give the kid a kiss goodbye?" The singer tried to hide the perversion in his voice, but they could still hear a trace of it. The girl raised her shoulders as she wasn't left with much of a choice. She walked up to the blond man and kissed him deeply as she held his blond hair out of the way. "That's right." Niklas purred.
"At least in those heels I'm as tall as you." The female stated innocently.
"Why so generous all of a sudden?" Christian turned to Niklas.
"Sharing is caring, motherfucker. Seems like I'm not that much of an egotistical bastard."
"Go take your medicine." The blond chuckled as they shook hands tightly.
"See you soon, pretty face." Abigail waved him goodbye softly.
"Take care, kid." Kvarforth smirked.
"Both of you too." The bassist said and turned his back. They waited at the door as he got in the car and drove off.
"Why did you do that to him?" Abigail scolded the singer softly as she leaned her back on the door frame and her eyes traced the fading car.
"I did him a favor, because he likes you. Do you think I would share my girl with anybody so light-handedly? That's the least I could do for him to get a taste of you." Niklas smirked and put a finger under her chin.
"That's unbelievably kind of you, but don't ruin it for him. He's still 19. Don't trick him into thinking that he can have something he can't."
"I am not. I am just giving him a taste of the forbidden fruit, just like I always do, simply because I know from experience that it is the sweetest. Besides, he’s a smart man. I know I don't seem like a generous person to you, but I can be a very passionate person. Passionate about my music, about my friends..."
"Are you trying to impress me right now?" The girl smirked.
"No, I am revealing my soul to you. I don't usually do that. Besides, I think I have already impressed you." Kvarforth smirked proudly and kissed Abigail deeply.
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