Miami Chill by John D. Patten

Author:John D. Patten [Patten, John D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-06-25T23:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-THREE

A PUDDLE OF red liquid lay on the splintered floorboards. I watched a crimson droplet fall in slow motion as it splashed.

Then another.

So beautiful.

Each time another one landed, it made an exquisite echo-like sound—plop!—accompanied by a burst of red dots leaping into the air. It was enchanting. Sublime, even.

I wondered where the red liquid was coming from. Then, I became curious as to where I was and what kind of art exhibit I was watching.

The harsh truth hit me when my consciousness moved up a level. The red liquid was dripping from me. I was in a chair, my head having fallen to the side. I righted myself, a wave of nausea passing over and through me and then away.

Awareness of my situation crystallized as I looked at Nikolai about three feet in front of me, that damned half-smile ever beaming.

I looked down. My wrists and forearms were both secured with duct tape to the plastic armrests of a cheap gray office swivel chair. My feet were bound to the chair’s stand, my legs splayed open. Nikolai sat in a similar chair facing me.

“Nice going, Jakob,” I said.

He whipped the belt over my face again right-to-left this time, never breaking the half-smile.

“No need for insult,” he said.

“That is your name, isn’t it?” I said.

“I am no chaynyik.”

“You’re no what?”

“How you say in English? Tranny. Shemale.” He leaned forward so I could smell his lemon-scented breath. “Chick with dick.”

“Huh?”

He whacked the belt left-to-right. I felt consciousness slipping away again, but I reached up and grabbed it back. I told myself to try working on the duct tape. It seemed to be a pro job. The more I twisted it, the harder it seemed to bind me.

Then I laughed.

“Are you sure?” I said. “Your skin is so soft and lush. I bet you can go two weeks without shaving before somebody says ‘You’ve got a little dirt on your face there, Nikki baby.’”

Another whip right-to-left, the half-smile gone.

“Ooh, struck a nerve there, did I?” I said. “What, are you a transphobe, Nikki? Tut-tut-tut. That’s not very politically correct of you. Or is it that you’re offended that maybe I guessed your tiny little secret? Ah, that’s it, isn’t it? You like to put on dresses and walk the streets in a wig and makeup, don’t you?”

Left-to-right again. My face must be the size of a watermelon by now.

Then, I went speechless, consciousness falling away.

I’m not sure if I passed out or not. It felt like a hundred years before anyone said anything.

“You know why you are not dead yet?” Nikolai said, his voice embedded inside an odd echo chamber.

“Because you really like me?” I said, my voice echoing the same way.

“Because Jakob wishes to see you.”

“Oh, goody. It’s about time. I was getting tired of this mystery. What’s the deal with pronouncing the j with a y-sound, anyway? I never got that.”

“You are funny, no? Ha-ha-ha. Funny funny funny. Hm, what shall we do until Jakob arrives?”

My senses returned again. This time, I looked around.

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