WHORE: A novella of extreme sex and violence by Shaw Matt

Author:Shaw, Matt [Shaw, Matt]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2014-10-12T16:00:00+00:00

“You’re a nosy one, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologising. It’s fine. Can’t remember the last time someone wanted to know about me. Usually I’m nothing but a walking, talking fuck toy.”

“Don’t say that…”

“It’s true. It’s fine. It’s what I chose.”

“Why did you choose it?” he asked.

A question that hit from out of the blue. Another question too personal to answer with the truth. I had answered him the previous day: Told him I had gotten used to the money despite only initially getting into the industry to pay my way through my degree. Was he testing me or did he forget we’d already spoken about that? I diverted back to his previous question.

“After an appointment I strip the bed down and have a bath. I’ll check my emails for further bookings and I’ll start to get some dinner ready, I guess.”

The truth.

Sort of.

Other appointments saw me dragging the bodies from bedroom to bathroom. I’d have to keep stopping on the way because I’d get tired. Some of the men were light, some were heavy. I remember the first client - the one who suggested hiring me to teach his wife - he was definitely on the heavy side. I wouldn’t quit though. I couldn’t. I got him - and the others - into the bathroom and I managed to get them into the bath itself. Easiest way to contain the mess. Not that there was any mess when I killed the first man. Not for the first few days anyway. I left him in the bath for a while whilst I plucked up the courage to do what needed to be done. Didn’t see any clients. I just shut myself in the house for a few days convinced I was going to go to prison. That the police were going to come for me at any moment.

No one came though.

I drove his car from my drive and abandoned it miles away on a dirt track I found weaving through a wooded area. Just left it there with the keys in it after wiping down the surfaces with my scarf. I guessed that’s what was supposed to be done. I didn’t know for sure. Didn’t see any harm in following through with the action anyway.

“That’s it?” Jon asked.

I smiled.

“That’s it.”

“Oh.”

“What did you expect?”

He shrugged.

“I don’t know. I just thought there might have been a little more to…”

“…My life?”

He nodded.

i was puzzled by what he meant but didn’t ask him to explain further.

“I’m happy,” I told him.

“You are?”

I nodded. He smiled. Seemed genuinely happy by what I said. Without a word he downed his glass of water and stood up. He handed me the glass. I took it from him.

“Thank you.”

“Going somewhere?”

“Been an hour already,” he said.

He actually looked a little disappointed. I patted the side of the bed.

“It’s fine. Sit down.”

“What?”

“I said, sit.”

He did as I told him and sat back down.

“You’re sure?”

“I don’t have anything else planned for the day,” I told him, “and I probably owe you a little extra after yesterday.

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