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Scene #33
Feeding Time Dale struggled to keep up with Thomas' giant gait,
and felt like a rag doll as he dragged her along in his icy grip.
They were heading into the seedy side of the city, the side she
hadn't been to but had come to know about. From her short time in
London she knew that it was a place that was best avoided; lots of
clubs and brothels, tattoo parlors and junkies. They made a sharp
turn at a small lane on the left, and then quickly left again into
a doorway that Dale didn't even see. As they stepped inside, Dale's
eyes had to adjust to the dimly red-lit hallway. Candles flickered
in red glass votives, balanced precariously on ornate, metal
sconces. She began to feel off balance and disoriented. The music
pumped behind the closed door ahead, the bass line rattling her
body with every pulse. A tall, obsidian-skinned man guarded the
entrance to what Dale guessed was a night-club of some sort. Thomas
and the man exchanged a barely perceptible nod, and the door
opened.
As she stared ahead her eyes nearly fell out and her
jaw nearly dropped off. The music was beyond loud; it felt as if it
her insides were vibrating and she had to cover her ears. It was
unlike anything she'd heard before; droning, trance like and
pulsing in a slow, hypnotic beat. As she looked around, her head
swimming and her pulse racing she took in the scene before her.
People. Lots of people. Goths and freaks; pierced, tattooed and
implanted; rubber, PVC and leather. She made the mistake of looking
directly at one of the crowd and when he caught her gaze, he smiled
the most horrific smile baring his pointed teeth and flashing his
cat-like eyes. Who were these people? Why did they come here and
why did Thomas know about this place?
Thomas gave her a wary
glance, as if he knew what she was thinking. As they moved through
the crowd they headed for the back of the room and another door
Dale could see. As Thomas effortlessly made them a clear path
through the throbbing crowd, the music suddenly picked up in tempo;
hysteria followed. Dale got separated from Thomas in the heaving
organism and panicked. She didn't know what to do, so she just let
the crowd take her into its rhythm. She was OK until she realised
she was moving up and down beside a man with a forked tongue who
had begun licking her arm and tracing his hands up her thighs.
Before he could go any further Thomas appeared behind him; quiet
and calm, and simply moved him aside, like he was no more than a
small child. Putting his arm around her, he then drew her close
while his other arm outstretched as if to part the crowd -which it
did. They arrived at a door in no time, and once again were greeted
by a guard. This time it was a rough looking man, with a beard and
long, tangled hair. Another knowing glance and the door opened in
an instant. As the door closed behind them, the music was reduced
to a muffled beat, which she could still physically feel, vibrating
through the soles of her feet. They moved in silence along the
corridor, which flickered this time with fluorescent lights over
head. The corridor was lined with doors that had no numbers or
markings to signify what lay behind each one. Thomas led Dale until
they reached the second last door on the left. He made a token
knock before opening the door and walking in.
Inside were two
chairs and on one sat a young woman. Her long hair was jet black,
her face, painted like a doll's. A tightly strung, black bustier
forced her small breasts into mountains and her lace up stilettos
angled her tiny feet sur les pointes. Dale was irrepressibly
envious of her pretty face and the alabaster flesh that overflowed
at her chest. Dale and Thomas stood side by side at the doorway and
Thomas turned his head to look at Dale, seemingly embarrassed, but
not saying a word.
He walked up to the girl and sat in the
chair next to her, his legs either side of her. The girl looked at
Thomas and then at Dale, then back to Thomas. She shook her long,
black hair away from her neck on the side where he sat; revealing a
delightful arc of creamy, smooth skin. Thomas looked at Dale once
more, and this time his eyes flashed with anger and his nostrils
flared as he lent in and buried his face in her neck. All Dale
could see was the back of Thomas' head, but she cringed as she
watched the girl's. It grimaced at first, as she winced in pain but
then eased into a look of pure and honest ecstasy, her head rolling
back on her neck and her arms falling to her sides. Thomas's hand
came up to support her neck and head as he held fast. It was silent
for a long time and Dale could not turn away. She felt shock,
disgust, fear and arousal, all at once. She was now burning with
jealousy as Thomas cradled the girl's body so intimately and yet
she couldn't look away. She could feel her body reacting to the
scene and was so overcome she nearly lost her balance. Dale stepped
back until she found the wall to hold her up.
When Thomas was
finished; he tore away from her in irritation. The girl's head
rolled back on her motionless body. Thomas looked at her in disgust
as he wiped his mouth and kicked violently at the chair he vacated.
She couldn't take her eyes off the vicious blight on her neck.
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