Until You

"Gag her, Joey," Vince snarled. "And then turn your back."

"Aw, Vince..."

"Do as I say, damn you!"

The little man did as ordered, then turned away, his shoulders hunched. Vince opened his zipper. Whimpers burst from Miranda's throat and he laughed.

"Not yet, darling." Smiling, he reached inside his pants and drew himself out. "See what I have for you?" he whispered, as his hands began to move along his own flesh. "Not now, we have to wait." He groaned as his touch on himself quickened. "But I promise, later, after—after..."

He groaned again, and Miranda shut her eyes as he ejaculated. There was a silence, and then a sigh, and she heard the zipper snicking shut.

"Miranda? Open your eyes and look at me."

She shook her head wildly from side to side, the gag biting into her mouth, the bile bitter in her throat.

Vince's fingers closed on her chin, hard. She gasped with pain and her eyes flew open.

"Remember the picture I sent you, bitch? The one with the knife shoved into your cunt?" His teeth drew back from his lips. "This time tomorrow, I'm going to make it real. Oh yeah, I'm going to put a blade right up where you live, little girl." He laughed and leaned closer, until she could smell his sweat. "But first, we're going to make you a star. That's what all you models dream of, isn't it, becoming stars? Well, tomorrow we'll do it. We'll make you a gen-u-ine video queen."

"Vince?" Joey said plaintively. "Can I look now?"

Vince sighed, let go of Miranda's chin, and straightened up.

"Yeah, you can look."

The little man turned around. His face was flushed.

"It's not fair," he whined. "Why do I have to wait? I could just do some stuff, get off like you did."

"De Lasserre doesn't want her spoiled, you know that."

De Lasserre. De Lasserre. Miranda moaned against the gag. The name tolled with the resonance of a funeral bell.

Vince winked. "An old friend of yours, right? He told me to take good care of you, loosen you up, get you ready." He chuckled. "And I will, I promise."

"He gets to fuck her first, right?"

"He's the boss, Joey. The boss always gets his first. We'll handle the video cameras and when he's done, we'll get our chance."

"Just so's I get to do her," Joey said petulantly.

"Right after me."

The little man shivered with pleasure. "And then the big finish," he whispered.

"That's right." Vince looked down at Miranda and smiled. "And what a finish it's going to be." He leaned closer. "You know what a snuff film is, darling?"

Miranda felt her flesh turn cold. Vince laughed.

"She knows, Joey. That's too bad. I was kind of looking forward to explaining it to her. I mean, people say snuff films aren't real, that the whole idea is just an urban legend..." He laughed again. "But they're not legends. They're real. And we're going to make one tomorrow. Well, not a film, exactly. A video. You're going to star on the internet, darling Miranda. Isn't that wonderful?"

Miranda screamed silently against the gag, her body arching off the bed in terror.

"Here's the part you'll really love, Miranda. I've heard you like animals. Is that true? I hope so, because when we finish the taping, we're going to take your body out to sea and feed you to the sharks."

"Jeez," Joey said, licking his lips, "you keep talkin' about it, I'm gonna come in my drawers."

Vince chuckled. He grabbed a blanket from the foot of the bed and drew it up over Miranda.