Imprisoned Love

When Tiffany learned of Eric’s suicide she was stunned. She never would’ve pegged him as the type to take his own life. Not that macho, arrogant bastard. Nonetheless, she attended his funeral and let his mother cry on her shoulder. “I just can’t believe it,” she sobbed hysterically. “How did he get them in the first place? Where did they come from?” “Where did what come from, Mrs. Nickerson?” “The pills. The little round pink pills he took. A couple of them fell to the floor, they said. They were some form of sleeping pill, yet there was no pill bottle present in the apartment. Eric wasn’t seeing any doctors that I knew of. Did he say anything to you about seeing a doctor?” she asked Tiffany hopefully. Tiffany shook her head. “No, ma’am. He seemed in good health when I last saw him, so I think he must’ve gotten them from a friend.” “Some friend,” Eric’s mother muttered bitterly. Aside from Eric’s surprising, sudden suicide and funeral, the next two weeks were the best weeks of Tiffany’s life. Tiffany met Vicki’s family and liked them very much. Vicki treated her so well that she began to wonder if she had imagined her scary behavior in jail. They had wonderful talks, went places together, did things together and had great sex. The only thing that disturbed Tiffany was Vicki’s persistence about having her and the kids move in. Although things were going well and Vicki had met and hit it off with the kids, Tiffany wanted to wait as far as taking such a big leap. Vicki had assured her that she could move right back out if she decided she wasn’t happy, but somehow she doubted that, and often wondered just how Vicki would react if she decided she wanted to break it off completely. Did Vicki really truly love her, or was it all about obsession and lust for her? Her subconscious warned her not to move in just yet and to take things slow. Eventually, she told her friends and family about her relationship with Vicki, but she left out the part about them knowing each other in jail. She knew they’d not only think she was crazy, but that they’d worry terribly for her if she told them it was the same person who had threatened and abused her in jail. For Vicki, the wait was hard. She was determined to win Tiffany over eventually and get her to move in with her where she could then set her plans for revenge into motion. She had believed Tiffany when she swore she didn’t say anything about their fun and games in jail, but somehow, they had been discovered and Vicki had gotten into more trouble than she was willing to admit to Tiffany. She’d received both a verbal and written warning, permanently marring her record and preventing her from ever moving up in ranks to sergeant or something other than just a regular officer. Once she had Tiffany under her roof where she wanted her, she could then administer proper punishment. She did have some feelings for the girl, but she could never love her the way Tiffany spoke of love in a relationship. Meanwhile, until she could get her under her roof where she could control her easier, she would at least enjoy the girl’s body and plucking her loved ones from her one by one. Sooner or later there’d be no one left to turn to but her. “Yes, my sweet little Tiffy,” she said aloud to herself one evening, “I’ll be all you’ll have along with your cute little rugrats since the one thing I never hurt is children.” When the fun was over and Tiffany was finally dead herself, then perhaps she’d seek out a serious relationship if she could find someone just as good-looking. She checked the address one last time, snatched up her keys, and headed out into the warm, balmy darkness. She had to do a little homework by investigating the daycare center in order to learn Regina’s last name and then where she lived. She pulled up to her corner house once she located it, then pulled on her clear plastic gloves. Cautiously she exited her vehicle and looked around her. She saw no one. She approached the front door and heard the faint sounds of music playing from somewhere in the house before she rang the doorbell. After a minute with no one coming to the door, she rang it again. The music stopped. “Who is it?” a female voice finally asked. “Hello, Regina. It’s Vicki, Tiffany’s girlfriend.” “Just a minute,” she called from the other side of the door as she undid the deadbolt. When the door opened, Vicki could see that the girl had been taking a shower or a bath as she was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her. Her hair was wrapped in one as well. “Come on in,” she told Vicki. “Is anything wrong?” “Oh no, not at all. It’s just that I need to discuss something very important with you.” “Ok, want something to drink first?” “No thanks,” Vicki said with a smile, keeping her gloved hands hidden in the pockets of her black leather jacket. Regina eyed the tall dark-haired woman from head to toe. “Wow. You’re just as pretty as she said you were, not that you’re my type. I like them ultra feminine with light eyes and hair,” she told Vicki. “Anyway, I was taking a bath, so pardon my appearance.” “That’s quite alright. Sorry to catch you at a bad time, but with Tiffany’s birthday coming up, I wanted to discuss a little surprise I had in mind.” “Oh, yeah?” asked Regina, wondering why she hadn’t just called her instead. “Can we discuss it in the bathroom? I mean, I want to get my hair brushed out before it dries up all funny.” “Sure,” said Vicki, following her into the bathroom. If the tub was still full of water, then things would work out perfectly. Once they entered the spacious bathroom, Vicki could see that not only was it indeed still full of bubbly water, but a radio was sitting on the counter that was by the tub. Its cord would reach just nicely. Regina yanked off the towel that was on her head and threw it on the floor, letting her dull dirty blond hair spill out onto her shoulders. “Ok, so what’s the surprise?” she asked, turning to face Vicki. “This,” Vicki said, pulling her pistol from her pocket. For a moment Regina simply froze as if she’d turned to an ice sculpture. Vicki smiled with pleasure and amusement as she watched the girl’s reaction and waited for it to finally register within her brain that someone was aiming a gun at her. “Wha-what the hell’s going on? What are you doing?” she stammered when it finally did. “Take the towel off and drop it on the floor,” Vicki demanded sternly, yet calmly. “What!” “You heard me.” “What are you going to do, whip out a strap-on and fuck me with it?” Vicki laughed. “Girl, you’re going to wish to hell I did do something like that in the end.” Regina trembled with fear and thought her pounding heart would burst within her. Think! she told herself, unable to believe what was happening. Instead, she panicked and attempted to dodge past Vicki who stood in the doorway. Vicki shoved her back with what seemed like only a fraction of her strength. “Drop the towel or die!” she screamed at her. With shaky fingers, Regina removed the towel and let it fall to the floor. “P-please,” she breathed out raggedly, “just rape me or do whatever it is you want to do to me, then go. I won’t tell anyone. I’d be way too embarrassed.” Vicki chuckled wickedly, yet retained her cool, calm demeanor. Her smoldering dark eyes held Regina’s fearful blue ones. Although Regina’s knees threatened to buckle at any moment, she tried again to get by Vicki, but it was no use. Hell, this woman could probably break both her father and her brother in half in seconds! Tears began to spill over her eyelids and stream down her cheeks. Vicki, careful not to put any bruises on Regina that may look questionable later on, backed the girl up towards the tub. She didn’t need to shove her very hard to get her to tumble into it. In fact, she couldn’t have gone in with a better splash than she did, for her head smacked into the back wall, rendering her unconscious in an instant. “Why thank you, ma’am,” Vicki said. “I won’t have to electrocute you after all. You can just slip and fall like anyone else might and drown yourself while you’re at it.” She knelt down and gently held the girl’s head under the water. “By the time you would have come to, you’ll be long gone.” Vicki stood up with a satisfied smile. She stared at the girl for a few minutes before turning to leave, locking the door from the inside on her way out.