Chapter 5: Five

“I really feel like you didn’t need me for this,” he said.

Elsa smiled as she wiped her hands on Mr. Bovver’s once white shirt. Now it was a shade darker than her lipstick. She bent over and kissed her former lover on the forehead, leaving behind an imprint of her affection. “Love you, my dear.”

Then she straightened up. The dress was coming off her back now that the knife had been removed, held only by her hand now as it fluttered towards the ground. She turned around, presenting her unclothed backside to Kramer. “Would you mind?”

She felt him walk behind her, his breath rolling down her shoulders as he tied the strings in a knot. His fingers brushing the skin of her back. She was perfectly aware of how much of her ass was on display as he finished up. She grabbed her coat and slipped it on.

“Now what?” he asked, still holding the knife. 

“What do you think?” She picked up her wine glass and took one final sip, downing the remainder of the liquid. “We need to surface and get out.” Elsa reached into her pocket and pulled out a small rectangular box. To anyone else, it would have looked like an elegant case for a pair of glasses. But she had perfect vision, and what she held was an explosive.

Kramer glanced at the door before turning back to her. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Let’s go,” she said, walking passed Bovver and reaching for the handle on the door. “They’re going to be armed. This is where your so-called talents come into play.” She watched his face harden, focusing on the task at hand. Perhaps he wouldn’t be a total failure. 

“What was your backup plan?” he asked, putting a hand on the handle and motioning for her to step back. “Why’d you kill him?”

She shrugged. “Was gonna fuck him till he had a heart attack.”

“Uh huh.” He pulled the handle and swung the door open. “And that pill? Delight?”

Elsa pushed passed him. They were in the kitchen, and the chef looked up with surprise. 

“Ah, Mrs. Chung. What are…?” But the words died in his mouth as Elsa had taken the knife from Kramer and slashed the chef’s jugular. A bowl of pasta landed on his body, soaking in the blood.

“C’mon,” she said. Her foot faltered; she felt her left leg go weak, and she reached out and grabbed Kramer to keep steady.

“What’s wrong?” He held her shoulder, but she brushed him off.

A throbbing started in her head, and she thought she could feel it pulsing deep within her belly. This was… it couldn’t be. “Nothing. I’m fine. We have to hurry.”

She pulled ahead, needing to be in front of him, not trusting her face to remain steady. It didn’t matter if Bovver’s men saw her like this, they’d be too dead to remember. But she knew what was happening: the pink flush blossoming on her cheeks and the brightening of the lights around them. 

Voices sounded ahead of them, coming from the sleeping quarters. There were three separate rooms: two with four beds each for the crew and one master bedroom for their captain. She knew how each bed smelled, how each bed felt.

“Where are we going?” Questions. So many questions.

Fuck, she swore internally. She wasn’t sure if her voice could keep up anymore. “There’s a notebook in his safe. We need that.” She cleared her throat. Pointing ahead, she described the layout. 

He nodded, pushed passed her, and she watched his broad backside as he strode into one of the cabins. She leaned against a wall, clutching her abdomen, feeling her heartbeat rising, as several muffled thuds and shouts followed Kramer’s entrance.

Elsa took a deep breath and walked into the second cabin. Three men sat around on two beds, playing cards. They glanced up, one of them even smiled as she walked in. She sat down between them, stroking one of their faces as she guided another’s hand to her waist. They were all blonde and pretty and were practiced lovers, but she had no time for that, despite how hot she was feeling and how hard her heart pounded for a pounding.

She pulled one into a kiss, wrapping her fingers around his neck as someone reached underneath her coat. The third man got between her legs, and the trap was set.

She snapped the neck of the one she was kissing.  Then she squeezed her thighs to keep the man there in place as her elbow connected with the last one’s nose. Then she flipped over on the bed; there was a sickening crunch as the body between her legs fell limp to the floor. She closed her hands around the neck of the third one and climbed onto his lap. She sat, murmuring to him as she watched his bloodied face turn red and as his hands flailed around.

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Realizing she didn’t know any of their names, she watched him go limp, recalling how they’d only ever call out her name during their night sessions. When she stood up, she realized the room was spinning, everything was spinning. There was no more doubt now; her drink had been spiked.

She spat on the ground, feeling the wetness growing inside of her, then she walked out of the room, leaving behind limp limbs and vacant faces of lovers long past. There wasn’t much time left before it consumed her.

Kramer was waiting in the hall, his hands renewed with blood. “So where’s this safe?”

Elsa motioned left with her head. “That room.”

As soon as they stepped in, the flowery scent of the interior reached inside her head and plucked every single memory she had of Mr. Bovver’s bedroom. The squeaking of the bed. The perfume he insisted on wearing every time. And the immaculate white color of his underwear. He had a rule where he only wore a single pair once and then threw it out. And he had a preference for reverse cowgirl; he claimed it was his favorite view.

“Have you been here before?” Kramer was feeling the walls. 

She rolled her eyes and then bit her lip when the room took another swirl. It was getting too hot. “Behind the painting.” She motioned towards the curtains, and he glanced at her funny. Like why would there be a window on a submarine? 

But he reached up and pulled the cloth apart, revealing… “That’s you,” he said, his voice breathless as he admired the brushstrokes, the curves. “You’re naked.”

“Everyone’s a critique.” Elsa reached up and tore the frame from the wall. She’d posed in a red scarf for Mr. Bovver on the first day they’d met; he wanted to immortalize her first impression. And then he’d brushed her skin with his hands, searching for everything he wanted for himself. 

“So you have been here before,” he said, reaching for the dials on the door that had been hiding underneath the painting. What was that in his voice? Judgment?

She smashed the frame against the floor; glass shattered. “Won’t have to ever again.” She rolled up the painting and stuffed it into her dress. “Mr. Kramer.”

He turned back, and she tossed him the small box. She watched him blink at it.

“Find a suitable place to put this after securing the notebook. A weak spot. Engine room, perhaps?”

He nodded as she showed him the switch. It was her watch. “Where are you headed?”

“We have to resurface, don’t we?” She needed to get away from him fast, anyhow. Standing upright was becoming too difficult, and he’d just seen her naked, even if it was only a painting. There were too many incentives and rising urges competing within her mind.

She left the room, stepped over the body in the kitchen, walked passed Mr. Bovver’s limp blonde hair, and stopped in front of a steel-plated door. The bottle in her pocket clinked as she walked, and she planned on having it tested afterward. How long had he been using it on her?

The plan was usually to fuck him anyway like she always did. Or did he use it for himself and figured she’d enjoy it too? She shook her head, blinking as pink threatened the corners of her vision. She knew it had been too easy to quit, and now she knew why the cravings had gone away. He’d been feeding her the pleasure all this time.

Elsa grabbed the wheel and turned; the door opened with a creak, revealing two men seated in front of monitors and important buttons. “Hello, boys.” She walked in with a smile, tasting the seduction clinging to her Delight enhanced breath. 

“Ma’am, shouldn’t you be with…” One of them started, but she was already upon them, sitting on his lap and roping her arms around his shoulder. The door had shut automatically behind her.

“The boss is asleep,” she said, batting her eyelashes. “And I wanted to give my boys here some fun too.” Her voice felt thick with desire.

They grinned at each other as she placed his hand on her lower back.

“Oh,” she said, grabbing his hand before he could tear off her coat. “How about we surface and take this back to my place?” She leaned in close when she saw the hesitation in his eyes. “I’ll let you do whatever you want,” she whispered right into his ear, wrapping her legs around his waist and resting her hands on his shoulder. Then she glanced at the other one and winked.

 

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