Once I finish throwing all my clothes in, I tie off the bag and leave it next to the door so I can take it out when we leave.
Elsie chooses that exact moment to walk through the staff door. Fucking great. She looks us both up and down, blinking a few times in confusion.
“I don’t even want to know,” she moans, handing Kalen a couple of earrings and shaking her head. She turns to leave and I grab her arm. “No one is to know about this, not even Amelie. We were never here.”
She boldly snatches her arm from my grip. Clearly, I’ve lost my authority around these people. I need to fix that or people will think I’ve gone soft.
“I wouldn’t even know where to start explaining this weirdness,” she muses, shaking her head again.
Kalen is awfully quiet.
I turn back to him and he holds up a silver sleeper.
“Up on the bench, big dick.”
“You’re just taking my word for it then?”
“Nope,” he exclaims, popping the damn ‘p’ obnoxiously. “I can see it through your boxers, and I’m impressed.”
“You’re fucking weird,” I say, jumping up onto the bench. Kalen pulls out a lighter and sterilises a thick ass sewing needle. Once he deems it sterile, he places it down on the bench, which renders his sterilisation void. I swear he’s a fucking idiot.
Next, he picks up a large piece of ice and holds it to my nipple. I hiss out at the contact and he just pushes it harder. My poor nipple will probably fall off due to frostbite. I slap his hand away and he laughs, retrieving his needle and a plastic set of tweezers.
He pulls on my nipple and lines up the needle. “On three…one…two?—”
And he shoves the needle through.
“Motherfucker! Where was three?”
He laughs like a hyena on crack.
“I need more damn alcohol,” I complain.
A small amount of blood drips from around the needle that’s stuffed through my nipple. I hold my hand out for the earring. No way am I letting him near my blood.
He hands it over, and I grit my teeth as I push the silver ring through as I pull the needle out.
I jump down from the metal bench, and Kalen takes a minute to admire his handiwork. I shake my head at him.
He leaves our mess where it is and we both head for the door, grabbing the garbage bag on our way out.
“I’ll let you know when I get more information.”
He nods and yawns. “Sounds good, I think I’ll go and give Amelie a wakeup call.”
“Unless you want to be the cheese in a meat sandwich, I think you’re shit out of luck.”
“How do you know she’s with the twins?”
“I know everything.”
He looks confused. “Fucking magic,” he claims again and walks off mumbling to himself.
I make my way back to collect my tools and check that the clean up crew have done their jobs correctly the first time. Just to be sure I don’t need to add to the body count.
Chapter Six
Amelie
