Part 64

Part 64

Please understand, there's long term effects of radioactive polonium-210 but nothing short term. In Dave's drink I added ketamine, when I noticed he started to slouch, and become lethargic I sat across from him with my dinner plate. "Dave, it's sad to see a handsome man like yourself be so ugly and unattractive. No real woman wants to be spoken too in the manner in which you spoke to me. Don't get me wrong, I like that you’re blunt and honest but not when it comes to courting someone; we want to be caressed, complimented, wined, and dined. You Sir, you don't know how to treat a woman and because that’s your biggest downfall, this woman will show you what happens when treat a woman like a whore.” Dave pulled himself to his feet, holding onto the table and chair, but not for long before he lost his strength and hit the floor. My biggest problem at this point is getting him to the cellar. I put another five milligrams of ketamine in a needleless syringe and forced it down his throat; I need to make sure he’s going to be out of it until I get him in the basement and secured.

I went upstairs to grab the comforter off the bed when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I crouched on the side of the bed with my gun aimed at the door, waiting for whomever to enter. There’s no way he’s up, he has so much ketamine in his system that if he does wake, walking is something he won’t be able to do let alone come up stairs. The door opens slightly, then I hear Eric’s voice. “Sweetheart it’s me.” Coming from behind the bed as he walks in. He tells me that he’ll help me move Dave to the cellar. I politely refused explained to him that I don’t need his help and would prefer if he were not here while I was dealing with my mark. His face twisted a tad, told me that he’ll leave, but he'll help me not because he thinks I need it, but because he doesn’t want me to get hurt taking him down the stairs. I was adamant on him leaving and he adamant on staying at least until Dave was secure. I agreed and lead him down the stairs. He attempted to talk to me but I just wasn’t in the mood for anything; I wanted to shower, I needed to eat, sleep needed to be in there at some point but talking, talking wasn't part of the plan.

Dave’s secured to a steel chair that's bolted to the ground. The chair had steel wrist and ankle cuffs attached so I'm relieved that he's not able to get out unless I let him go. To be on the safe side I checked him anyway to make sure he has nothing on him that would help him free himself from where he was definitely going to die. I grabbed Eric’s hand and guided him upstairs, “You lied to me, you left me with someone that I did not trust, you didn’t trust me enough to tell me or signal for me to follow you. You left me but you want me to be the mesmerized jail inmate or the loving wife but you’ve changed. You’re not the man I fell in love with, and I would rather you walk away never to return then to have to worry if you’re not going to keep another promise. To be honest, I would have rather stayed in prison, and had what we had then what we have now. I don’t believe you and I don’t trust you. Just like I don’t believe that Dave is my mark, I believe that you’re his and to save your skin you’re using me to do something you can’t; but I love you that much that I’m willing to kill him to save your life.” I walked up to him, reaching my arms around his neck, and hugging him. I kissed his neck, forced him to raise his head, kissed him as if there was nothing wrong, and he kissed me passionately while holding me tight.