"I'm going to guess the answer to that is no," I said slowly.
"Thanksgiving turkey?" She looked like shewantedto be hopeful but knew I wasn't falling for any of it.
"Meatball meat before it becomes meatballs?" Someday the idea wouldn't turn my stomach. Today wasn't that day. The idea that I'd eaten another person was still disgusting and nauseating. To think of them in here was even more sickening.
Knowing what I knew now, didn't make her any less attractive.
"Sometimes," she said carefully. "No one you ate."
I twisted my mouth at her choice of words.
"So this was, what? A torture chamber?" In spite of myself, I crouched down beside it, curious.
"That's exactly what it is," she said. "It's only for the worst of the worst. The ones who let their victims suffer? They get to suffer themselves."
She wasn't even slightly apologetic. Not regretful. She was stating facts, that was all.
"How does it work?" I stood again and half sat on the lid.
"Are you asking me to show you?" she asked teasingly.
I held up my hands. "Only on someone who deserves it." Hopefully she didn't include me on that list.
She walked over to me, hips swinging tantalizingly.
"I've had to drug most the people I've brought here," she said, looking into the box. "They wake up bound and gagged. Then I turn on the tap and let nature take its course."
She leaned over to twist it, letting a splash land on a metal plate. Each drop more jarring than the last.
I screwed my eyes shut. "I shouldn't find that hot." No, I really shouldn't. But I did. "Then what?" I forced my eyes open. I couldn't hide from who she was. Didn't want to. I wanted to know her. To understand her.
"Then I dispose of them," she said easily. "It's been a couple of weeks since I've had company in there." She trailed her fingertips across the corner.
"Do you want to?" I found myself asking. "Is this something you need?" What would I do if she did? I had no idea.
She cocked her head and thought about that.
"I don't know that it's something Ineed. I don't get pleasure out of their suffering, it's just something that needs to happen. If they have a soul, it might think again in their next life." She picked up something from a table near the box and held it in her fingers. A ball gag.
"Is that how you stop them from screaming?" I asked.
"Yes." She held it up in front of her face. "Do you want to put it on me?" She held up the sides and turned around so her back was to me.
Tentatively, I stepped forward took the sides from her fingers and brought them around to the back of her head. Fastened them in place, making sure they weren't too tight.
She turned back around, one eyebrow raised slightly.
"That looks good on you," I said.
Seeing her gagged like that made me rock hard in a heartbeat. As if I wasn't half-hard already, just being near her.
"Take your clothes off." I liked sharing her the other night, but while we had a few minutes alone, I wanted her to myself.
Her eyes smiling, she gripped the hem of her tank top and drew it up over her head. It barely hit the floor when she was unhooking her bra and tossing it down too. Her breasts swung freely as she undid her jeans and shimmied out of them. She kicked them off, along with her shoes.
When only her panties remained, she pushed them down slowly until they joined the rest of her clothes on the floor.
"So fucking beautiful," I whispered. I took her hand, turned her around and pressed her until she was bent over the top of thebox. I pushed her legs open with my hand and slid my fingers into her already wet pussy.
