I met Alex in the room I rented for her above the bar. The occasional crash of bottles punctuated the otherwise constant murmur from below. To hide the sounds of what we did, I played Opera. Today’s selection was Jean-Phillipe Rameau’s Hippolyte et Aricie. Deep in my heart, I hoped we’d hit the Trio de Parques.
As soon as the music started playing, I slapped her hard across the face. As she was reeling from the blow, I grabbed a handful of her hair, and forced her down onto the bed. I put my left foot on her head, forcing her face into the bed, and bound her hands behind her back.
I used my linoleum knife to cut her shirt off her body. I took her bra off. (I didn’t cut it off, because finding a decent one is damn hard, and there are limits to my sadism.) I pulled her shorts off, and cut her panties off.