"How long were you on this island of yours?" She asked.
"Five years."
"How long was it before that you um…….."
"Two years."
"That's a long time for a man that suffers like you do."
"Testily I commented, "Do you really think you have to remind me of that?"
"I'm sorry."
She didn't sound sorry though.
"Was she pretty?"
"Yes."
"Prettier than me?"
"No."
"What happened to her?"
I met her gaze point blank and said, "I killed her, after I'd raped her for several days."
Her eyes remained enigmatic in concern to hiding her thoughts from me. She wasn't shocked like I had expected her to be.
"You're lying." She said softly, her gaze never leaving mine.
I looked down to my hands busy at work on her lower back, "What makes you say that?"
"I just know. You shouldn't lie, it's a sin."
Time went by, "What really happened?" She asked.
"I'm not talking about it!" I said roughly.
She turned her head to the other side before asking, "Could you massage my bottom again. It feels really good what you're doing."
My hands returned and grimly I acknowledged that her bottom did feel really good.
"You are deliberately messing with me aren't you?" I said testily.
"Yes." Was her only response, but I could hear her smile in that single word.
"You're crazy!" I said shaking my head, as I moved back down to her thighs.
"That makes two of us then." She responded.
She had me there. Of the two of us I certainly wasn't the one in control anymore, she was. How had that happened?