Chapter Four

This… is… perfect! Miranda grinned as Jesse threw another one her drawings into the large fireplace.

Watching her things burn, was almost as good as watching Kimberly herself burn. Once her stuff was gone, Jesse would have nothing to remember her with. He’d forget her almost instantly.

She purred as she nestled her head into the crook of Jesse’s neck like a Kat.

“Don’t forget the wedding pictures, Jesse.” She grinned.

“I won’t…” He mumbled, his eyes fixated on the fire, entranced as he watched Kimberly’s things burn.

Miranda frowned, this wasn’t good.

“Jesse…” She pouted, kissing his jaw. “Hurry up and finish… I can’t stand to look at these wretched drawings any longer then I absolutely have to.”

Jesse nodded absently as he tossed another drawing into the fire. He took a breath as if to say something, but remained silent.

“Jesse, do you have something to say?” Miranda asked.

He took a deep breath, “I think… I think I miss her…” He whispered.

Anger flashed in Miranda’s blue eyes and she stood to her feet, storming out of the room.

Jesse didn’t even seem fazed, his dark eyes still focused on the fire. He picked up another picture, it was dated almost a year before Jesse even she existed. It was Kimberly, as this bright, beautiful angel.

He lifted it to toss it into the fire with all the others, but he stopped. He stared at the picture for a long moment before he folded it and slid it into his pocket, smiling a little.

Dekoda sat back in his chair, watching as one of his men dragged in a small woman. Her bright golden eyes looked towards him, clearly portraying her fear as she trembled before him.

He licked his bottom lip as his eyes moved down the length of her body.

“Come closer,” he said, motioning for her to join him.

The woman hesitated, but stepped towards him none the less, watching him carefully, waiting for him to make a move or do something.

“Closer.” He smirked.

When the red head was within reach, he looked up at her face, his hand on her hip as looked down at him.

“What’s your name?” He asked, biting his lip, trying not look at her chest.

“Kimberly…”

“Kimberly what?” He gently took her hand, kissing the palm.

“C-Carter.” She mumbled.

Dekoda smiled, pulling her onto his lap so that they were eye to eye.

“You…” He played with her hair, “are a terrible cook; I would die before I ever let you into the kitchen again.”

There was a long moment of silence, Kim couldn’t seem to find anything to say. It wasn’t like she could just deny that she was a bad cook. He had eaten her cooking, he knew how awful she was in that department.

“Then… what happens next?” She whispered, “You just kill me?”

Dekoda shook his head, tsking at her.

“I’ve heard of the Carter girls… you know…” His hand started at her ankle and slid up her leg. “I hear… that you’re both rather talented between the sheets.”

Kim gasped when she felt his fingers probing her between her thighs, her freckled cheeks burned red, but she didn’t tell him to stop.

“Everybody here, lives to serve me…” He explained, “I need someone to keep me warm at night.” Dekoda whispered into her ear.

Kim’s mouth hung open as his fingers moved deeper inside her.

“You… want me to sleep with you… simply because you tell me to?”

He nodded, “You have no where else to go. Your husband thinks your dead, not that he would greet you with open arms if he found out. Your father’s to busy to even pay attention to the fact that you’re missing. And everybody else abounded you.”

Kim swallowed, a tear trickling down her cheek.

Dekoda wiped it away with his free hand. “What do you say, Kimmy? Feel like becoming my new pet?”

A long moment passed, and Dekoda thought for a second that she hadn’t heard him, but then, she nodded.