Stan stood around a corner, just down the hall from the nurses’ station, where he could watch her discreetly. She was so pretty. He couldn’t believe how nice Harley had been to him in the elevator. Maybe he’d been wrong about her. Maybe she wasn’t like every other woman he’d ever known. She’d been so kind and friendly, not like the rest of these stuck-up bitches. She looked him in the eye when she talked to him. He wished he’d thought of something witty to say, but it was okay because she liked him anyway. She liked him just the way he was.
How could he have been so wrong about his beautiful Harley? He gushed at the thought of the things he was going to do to her. They needed time alone, just the two of them. He might not even use her to blackmail the cartel after all; he might just keep her for himself. Luis had been an asshole, anyway. Good riddance. That King guy probably did the world a favor. Stan scowled as he thought ahead. He might have to get rid of that other bitch first. No great loss, of course, but he hadn’t expected to need to dispose of her so soon. Last night’s debut had gone better than expected, and his satisfied customers had done their job by discreetly spreading the word. Nobody wanted to lose their new fuck toy, so they had sworn they’d be careful in spreading the word about Stan’s basement playroom. Stan wasn’t worried. He was invincible.
He had every intention of being the best kept secret in town for as long as it lasted. He had already gotten a couple of discreet text inquiries from individuals who were interested in paying big bucks to use Kat in a snuff film. He was intrigued but knew he wasn’t quite finished with her yet. But eventually, sure. She was turning out to be a fucking goldmine.
His business model was flawless: no names, just a cover charge for unfettered access to what was in the basement. The more, the merrier. He had placed a discreet camera in a corner of the basement ceiling and had monitored the night’s action from an app on his phone. He had watched it all on the big screen in his living room while the men came and went at their own pace all night, sometimes in groups, sometimes alone. It had been eye-opening, to say the least. He had been right about one thing: his clientele was definitely a special group with unique needs. He was a fucking genius.
Stan took his phone out and opened the app. He had left her chained to the wall that morning. Her eyes were still glazed and she was clawing at her skin. He scowled. Withdrawal. That was a complication he hadn’t considered, although he could certainly use it to his benefit to keep her compliant. She hadn’t been particularly enthusiastic last night, true, but that had suited his customers fine. But he couldn’t have her getting out of hand; he’d have to secure a stash to keep her managed properly. Either way, it was all about power and he, as it turned out, was a very powerful man.
Stan wondered what it would be like to have that kind of power over Harley. He’d need to find out more about her so he could plan properly. Getting her addicted to cocaine or meth would be easy enough; then she’d never want to leave him. Hell, if he managed her addiction just right, she’d be begging him for his attention. He wondered what it would be like to have two women at his disposal—every man’s fantasy. Maybe he’d just keep them both.
It was then that he noticed the big, burly man leaving a patient’s room. Harley had been in and out of that room all morning, so that was as good a place to start as any. Once the man was gone, Stan moved quickly. When he reached the doorway of the room, he could hear a soft snore coming from the woman in the bed.
He took a quick look up and down the hallway and made sure no prying eyes were watching him as he tiptoed in. These nurses are so fuckin’ arrogant. They think they’re the doctors and that I’m below them. All except for my sweet Harley. She’s the most caring nurse in the world; that’s why he knew checking this particular room would be a good idea.
His steps were light as he crossed the small space to the bed. The sleeping woman looked like she’d been in a street brawl, with a black eye and everything. He glanced back at the door, then rifled through the white plastic Patient Belongings bag on the side table. He couldn’t believe his luck when he saw the white business card with Harley’s name and contact information lying on top of the woman’s clothes.
It was almost too good to be true, but he knew it for what it was: a sign. Fate had placed that card right there for him to find because Harley belonged with him. All of his plans were coming to fruition. He really was unstoppable.
His fingers trembled as he took a picture of the card with his phone and quickly tucked it back into the bag. He tiptoed back out of the room, checked up and down the hall, and made quick strides to get out of the area before anyone saw him. The nurses were so intrusive and always so quick to question him. He could always say he was emptying the trash, but he didn’t want to draw attention to himself. His head was spinning with ideas and they all had to do with his new love, Harley.
Things were finally beginning to look up for ol’ Stanny boy. It had been a good night and an even better day. He finally had a reason to live. The thought of soon being all alone with Harley stole his breath. Stan knew a man with a clear vision for the future was unstoppable. He had a lot to think about, but he’d wait until he got home to sift through the depraved ideas swimming around in his head.
He wished he could think of an excuse to get off work early, but he forced himself to remain disciplined and finish his shift. He needed to not do anything out of the ordinary. In the meantime, Harley would be there waiting when he was ready to take her, and the bitch in his basement sure wasn’t going anywhere.
Patience, Stan. Patience.