This choice: Seth: Being young and attractive is hard • Go Back...Chapter #3Seth: Being young and attractive is hard by: Rokaido   The sports car pulled through the autonomic gates and Lucy marvelled at her surroundings. Everything was so astonishingly expensive, including the car (which she knew was a Bugatti) and the castle of a house, located on a cliff overlooking the bluish-gray ocean. But what amazed her most of all was her date, Seth. He was still dressed in his Armani suit from work, where he was the CEO of one of the largest defense companies in the world. Not only was he insanely wealthy, but he was the most handsome man that Lucy had ever seen. Considering that she was a model and worked in an industry where most people were beautiful, this was saying a lot.
As soon as he parked the car, Seth stepped out and walked around to let Lucy out, opening the door for her. What a gentleman, she thought. Rich and handsome and courteous. She couldn’t believe her good luck.
Her date led her into his mansion, where she gawked some more at the sheer size and opulence of the rooms. Everything was tastefully decorated and Lucy got the impression that many of the paintings on the wall were as outrageously expensive as the car. She pretended to study one while he poured her a glass of merlot.
“Your house is amazing,” Lucy told him, not sure what else to say. Normally, she wasn’t shy at all around other people, but there was something about him that made her bashful.
“Thank you, my dear. But you haven’t seen anything yet,” he replied, flashing her a perfect smile. Once more she followed him, this time out onto a huge balcony where she could see the rolling waves of the ocean.
“Oh, my. It’s so beautiful out here,” she gasped, feeling the salty air stir her short black hair. Lucy took a minute to study the breathtaking sight before her. Then she noticed what was on the patio table: a small wooden box that looked like it belonged in an antiques shop. It intrigued her, just sitting there like that, although she didn’t touch it, of course. Seth saw where her attention was focused and he smiled. He motioned for her to sit down on one of the patio chairs and as she did, he opened the box. Inside were a half-dozen tiny people, looking up apprehensively at her.
“Are those Lilliputians?” Lucy already knew the answer.
“My own private stock,” he said, reaching in and taking out a young woman with braided hair. “I hope you’re not offended…”
Lucy shook her head. She had never really viewed Lilliputians as equals; in fact, there had been a few parties after photo-shoots where Lilliputians had attended…as hors d'oeuvres. It was fashionable amongst some members of Gulliverian society to kidnap the tiny people and use them for all kinds of terrible purposes. Was it illegal? Yes. Did Lucy actually care? No.
“Excellent! You see, most people don’t fully appreciate power. Not even most Brobdingnagians do. I, on the other hand, have become a connoisseur of power. Right, my dear?” Seth squeezed the minuscule Lilliputian woman in his hand and she howled in pain. Lucy continued to watch, morbidly fascinated.
“Right?” He repeated.
“R-right!” The Lilliputian agreed frantically.
“I like to toy with them. To gain their trust and then watch them die.”
Lucy’s heart hammered in her chest, not out of fear but out of sadistic delight. In his hand, the bug-sized woman began to tremble violently. With his free hand, Seth gently stroked her hair; then his grip began to tighten. A high-pitched squeal of pain erupted from the poor woman’s mouth and Lucy felt strangely aroused. Chewing on her lower lip, she leaned forward so that she could the Lilliputian as she screamed and tried to free herself. But Seth continued to squeeze, his powerful fingers constricting tighter and tighter until there was a wet crack. Dark blood seeped down his palm, running over his wrist and expensive Rolex watch. The tiny woman’s eyes bulged in their sockets and then glazed over as she died. Seth released her body, allowing it to splatter on the ground.
Lucy couldn’t help but grin as he took out a silk handkerchief and began to meticulously wipe the blood from his hand.
“That was so hot,” she said in a voice husky with lust.
“I agree.” Seth placed his hand on her knee, just below her skirt. Lucy expected him to push her skirt up, to feel the dampness already soaking her panties. But instead, he began to shout.
“Amanda,” he called out and Lucy wondered who “Amanda” was. A maid, maybe?
The ground shook and then she appeared. Not a maid, but a Brobdingnagian woman wearing a purple bikini, her dark brown hair pulled back from her face. Lucy wasn’t sure where she had come from; the private beach, perhaps. Not that it really mattered. What did matter was that she was strolling toward them, her eyes on the two Gulliverians. As she paused before the balcony, close enough that Lucy could detect the scent of her sunscreen, Seth laughed.
“I was wondering where you were,” he said to the giantess. She gave him a meek smile.
“Sorry I wasn’t here sooner, Seth,” the Brobdingnagian apologized.
Lucy felt rage bubbling up in her. “Who the hell is this?”
“This is Amanda. She’s my girlfriend.”
“Nice to meet you,” the giantess said.
“I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing,” Lucy hissed. “But I-,”
She was interrupted when the Brobdingnagian reached down and picked her up around the middle, lifting her from the balcony. One of Lucy’s stiletto high-heels fell free as she hung in mid-air, the giantess’ face looming high above her. Fear had taken hold and she quivered as Amanda placed her other hand on the balcony, allowing Seth to step onto her palm. Once he was seated comfortably, she carried them both away from the mansion and toward the small strip of beach.
To Lucy’s relief, the giantess placed her on the sand. She immediately turned on Seth, who was also now standing on the ground.
“I want you to take me home! Now! I never want to see you again, you asshole,” Lucy growled. Seth ignored her, glancing up at Amanda instead.
“Amanda, would you be so kind as to take care of her?”
The giantess frowned. “But Seth, I always feel bad about doing that.”
“It would make me so happy, my love.”
“Oh, okay,” Amanda replied reluctantly. She stood back up to her skyscraper-sized height, her immense body hiding the late afternoon sun. Lucy didn’t have time to even think before the giantess raised one gargantuan foot over her. She saw the massive wrinkled sole above her and then suddenly, it came down onto her body, knocking her over. Her mouth filled with sand and she tried to spit it out as the unimaginable pressure descended on her body. Amanda was only putting a small amount of weight on her, but it was enough to make her wheeze in pain.
Seth, meanwhile, had climbed onto the top of his girlfriend’s huge foot and was now crouched near her pink-painted toes, watching Lucy with interest. To Lucy’s terror, she saw the inhuman cruelty in his eyes.
“Like I said, I like to gain my victims’ trust…” Seth was grinning madly.
“Seth, please,” Lucy begged. But he just glanced up at Amanda and drew a line across his throat with one finger, the classic cutthroat gesture.
“I’m really sorry about this,” the Brobdingnagian said almost sadly. Lucy couldn’t even see her face, only her toes as she leaned forward, applying more pressure. The agony was instantaneous, like having a multi-ton boulder dropped upon her entire body. She would have screamed except she couldn’t draw a breath as her lungs were compressed. A series of sharp cracks, like someone snapping dry twigs, filled her ears and she somehow knew that it was her bones shattering. Lucy’s last image was of Seth, smiling viciously. Then her body flattened, her viscera spilling out from beneath the giantess’ foot in appalling patterns.
***
After Lucy was dead and her body (or whatever remained of it) was buried, Seth stretched out on Amanda’s bare belly. She was upset about the whole thing, as she usually was, but he had calmed her with promises of tender lovemaking. Such a sweet, caring person she was. It aroused him so much when she destroyed people for his pleasure.
Amanda smiled at him as he began to kiss the warm flesh beneath him, working his way toward her navel. His cell phone vibrated and he sighed, taking it from his pocket. There were a few missed calls and he wondered if he should call them back or just wait until later.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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