My heart pounded in my chest as frustration and anger coursed through me. "Calm down, Jessica, think," I told myself sternly, trying to regain control of the chaotic situation. With a plan forming in my mind, I swiftly repacked my carryall, the one I had brought from Brooks. My bag always contained essentials - a gun, a pocket knife, and a Taser, prepared for any dangerous circumstances. Though lacking latex gloves, I made do with my trusty leather gloves, a habit of mine.
I knew time was of the essence; once Victor arrived at the suite, the place would be swarming with guards. Whatever I needed to do, it had to be fast. I approached the side window, hoping to find a solution. But alas, the window was tightly shut, leaving no option to dispose of a body that way. The balcony seemed plausible, but the risk of exposure in broad daylight was too great.
Carrying my purse, my hands trembled as I retrieved the gun, seeking out my mother's whereabouts amidst the echoing curses that confirmed she was still there. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding, and pushed the door open, the gun now pointed firmly at her. There she stood, dressed in an elegant long coat, as if ready to leave.
"Jessica, darling, what are you doing pointing a gun at your mother?" she pleaded, fear etched across her face.
"You and I are going for a walk," I replied, my voice tense, yet resolute.
"I'm not going anywhere with you, you've gone insane!" she protested, but before she could react further, I activated the Taser, causing her to crumple to the floor, unable to resist its electric charge.
Though a part of me desired retribution, I knew I couldn't kill her in cold blood. Instead, I dragged her unconscious body out of Victor's suite, taking care to grab her handbag and my carryall, and avoiding the elevator, I maneuvered us down the stairs, step by step, to the ground floor. My eyes darted around, keeping an eye out for any of Victor's guards in the sparse hotel lobby.
Supporting her against the wall, I donned a pair of dark shades on her and wrapped her jacket snugly around her shoulders. I replicated the same with our bags, ensuring she looked the part of a companion, albeit one with questionable sobriety.
As we stumbled out together, I discreetly put on another pair of sunglasses, attempting to maintain a low profile and avoid any unwanted attention. With one of her arms draped over my shoulders, we moved as though we were two inebriated individuals, trying to blend into the bustling city streets.
Keeping my head down, I continued walking until we were a block away from the hotel. There, I hailed a cab, assisting her inside when she began to stir. Swiftly, I pressed the Taser to her side once more, providing cover for any potential noises by pretending to browse through social media apps. Her body trembled with the Taser's effect, and she collapsed onto my lap as the driver glanced back curiously.
Maintaining my composure, I feigned nonchalance, hoping the driver wouldn't suspect anything amiss.
I directed the driver to an abandoned park close to a river about 3 kilometers outside of town. As the cab driver started to grumble, I quickly retrieved a handful of cash and tossed it into his lap, urging him to comply with my instructions. With a sigh, he continued to drive, following my lead.
"Turn in here," I said, pointing to the entrance of the secluded park when we reached the more isolated area.
Confused, the driver questioned, "Lady, where exactly did you want to go? This is an abandoned park, and there's nothing here for miles..."
In response, I brandished my gun, aiming it at the back of his head, causing him to freeze in fear.
"You are going to do as I say, or I am going to kill you," I asserted, trying to keep my emotions in check.
"Lady, please, I have a family..." he pleaded, his voice trembling.
"Just follow my instructions, and you'll be allowed to walk away safely," I assured him, trying to keep my voice steady.
With trepidation, he asked, "What do you want me to do?"
"You are going to fuck my mother," I said.
"W-what?" He stuttered.
"I've made myself clear," I stated, instructing him to step out of the car and open the back door on my mother's side. "If you try to run I will kill you," I added. He nodded and raised his hands, complying as he got down and opened the back door. "Don't hesitate, get on with it," I urged. Carefully, he positioned my mother on her back and gently eased her out of the door as he unzipped and lowered his pants. The man appeared to be no older than fifty or possibly in his late forties and was pretty endowed. He cradled my mother behind and slipped into her, darting his eyes from her to me as he started to buck against her.
"Mmm…" my mother groaned, possibly enjoying it - the bloody slut.
I observed as the man became carried away, his movements growing hurried and confident, accompanied by grunts of pleasure. Strangely, I found myself strangely aroused, watching as my mother got plundered by the stranger.
"Enough!" I commanded. The man froze, swallowing hard in response. "Step back, close the door, and come around to my side," I instructed. He nodded and followed my orders, opening the door on my side. I pulled off my panties opening myself to him, "fuck me," I ordered.
The man didn't hesitate, he rushed to cup my ass and filled me up, 'Oh he was quite adequate,' I thought to myself why should the bitch get all the fun. "Harder!" I ordered and he rammed into me, panting and moaning aloud now. He felt good.
When he started to quiver embracing release I yelled at him not to come, sweat trickled down his eyebrows as he tried to comply but soon enough he started to empty himself inside me. I kicked him back, causing him to stagger backward then I raised my gun and shot him straight in the head.
He fell backward to the ground dead still with a hard-on. I got out and straddled him, facing the car to keep my eye on my mother as I rode him till I came undone. It was so satisfying and sad that I had to kill him.
Then I went back inside the car and pulled my mother back into a sitting position.
"Did you like that mother? Cause that would be the last man we would both be sharing!" I screamed in her face, trying to slap her awake.
She was drooling all over herself, the nasty old bitch. I brought out my knife and tore off her dress.
"Are you awake? Can you hear me, Patricia?"
"Jess, please…" she slurred.
"Are you seriously begging me right now? Are you seriously begging me you bitch!" I screamed in a mix of anguish, hate, and rage. I plunged the knife into her stomach, thrusting repeatedly as I screamed at her. "You've completely upended my life! Taking Victor away from me, and forcing me into a demeaning role, when I could have achieved so much more. It breaks my heart that you destroyed the baby I conceived out of love for him, all while betraying me with Archer! Defend yourself you fucking whore!" Tears streamed down my face as I choked on my words. "All I ever wanted was a simple, normal family, and you've cruelly snatched that away from me, again and again! You heartless fucking bitch!"
By the time I realized she was dead, the car was soaked with blood and her guts were spilling out now. My heart started to race but not from adrenaline but fear. I have killed Patricia. Victor Donovan's wife. I started to cry and stabbed her the more, plunging the knife into her chest and face until she was nothing but butchered meat.
As I stumbled out of the car, a wave of panic and desperation washed over me. With trembling hands, I carefully pulled her lifeless body out and looked around, searching for anything that could help me conceal what had just happened. My gaze fell on the trunk of the cab, and I hoped to find something there that could aid me.
Rummaging through the trunk, my heart pounding in my chest, I eventually found a length of rope. My mind raced, and in a haze of fear, I wrapped the trunk's carpet around her body, weighting it down with rocks to ensure it would sink. With shaking hands, I securely tied the rope around the makeshift bundle.
As I approached the edge of the nearby river, my heart weighed heavy with guilt and sorrow. With a deep breath, I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next. But time was of the essence, and I knew I had to act. I gently nudged the weighted bundle into the icy water, watching as it disappeared beneath the surface.
Taking a deep breath. I went back to the body of the dead cab driver, standing over it for about a minute before snatching up my mother's bag and mine from the car. Turning away, I walked deeper into the woods. I'm going to find a way to clean up and then Victor is next.