Page 5 of Condemned to You

Staring at the departure board to find which flight that would whisk me away from the life I’d known for the last 45years had me feeling lost. Looking down at the passport, I opened it up and read the name again as though this wasn’t really happening to me right now. No longer was I Emilio Pugliese. Anything and everything I’d think of would need to be erased so that I could take on this new identity – at least until I figured something out.

Walking up to the ticket desk, I smiled at the woman who greeted me. “Book me the next flight out of here.”

She seemed confused. “Just anywhere?”

“I’m in an adventurous mood.”

“Okay,” she replied seeming excited.

There was nothing exciting about what was happening. She mumbled off some things but I couldn’t get myself to even pay attention. All I could think about was Bethany. If she thought I was dead. How I was praying that she wouldn’t take her own life just for me. Deep down I knew Bethany would follow through on that threat, and the feeling of grief hit me as though it was happening in real time.

“Mr. Albertsson[CJ6] , your total is $1,900.”

I looked to the woman and placed down enough hundred dollar bills. As she handed me my boarding pass, I thanked her. I took a deep breathe.

New name. New location. New life. Here I go.

Chapter Five

The sound of the sensual music hummed in my ears as my eyes watched Athena crawling naked toward me. Her dark brown hair twisted in a braid, dragging on the floor around her hands. I’d done everything I could the last three months to get Bethany off my mind, but it was nearly impossible. My tastes in the bedroom had grown darker in spite of it. As she made her way to me, the grip of the chain I held in my hand tightened as I itched to wrap it around her neck. The feel of her hair around my toes sent a tingle of excitement through me. I stood above her looking down as she waited for her command. She knew not to speak unless she was spoken to or move unless I commanded it to be so.

“Kneel,” I commanded as I walked behind her.

My erection sprang up toward her round face. Watching her eyes light up in excitement did nothing to me. Athena was the opposite of Bethany which was deliberate. Dark hair, curvy hips, and dark eyes – whatever it took for me to forget my Barbie bombshell. However, despite my attempts of putting my dick into various women, the only way I could finish was the memory of Bethany. It didn’t even need to be sexual. The thought of her hair blowing in the wind, or the heartwarming look she would give me, or even picturing her long legs would send me over the edge. I missed her.

I curled the chains around her neck and squeezed a bit until her breath was shallower than the orgasm that escaped her mouth just moments ago. Athena had been my escape the last three months, and she had allowed me to use her body any way I pleased.

Bending down, I got close to her ear as I lightly tugged on the chain and whispered in her ear, “You want more you filthy whore?” Lowering my mouth further down and biting down on her cheek, watching her body react so tenderly.

She tilted her head back so that we locked eyes. Her throat muscles slightly moved as she swallowed and her stare held a deep hunger to be ravished.

A smirk crossed her face. “Make this a birthday I won’t forget.”

My heart tightened and just like that my dick went limp. Fuck. That wasn’t what I needed to hear today.

“It’s your fuckin’ birthday?” I spat out.

Athena nodded, “It is.”

Letting go of the chains, I stepped back and looked for my pants. “Get the fuck out.”

Stunned she looked at me, “Www… why? Have I upset you?”

Suddenly her Icelandic accent irritated me. “You should be spending your birthday with your husband.” I pulled out a packet of cigarettes and lit one up.

“He’s working. Why can’t you make my birthday wish come true?” She got to her feet and walked toward me.

I put my hand out motioning for her to stop getting closer. “No,” I said as I puffed out smoke from my mouth. “Out of all the days in the year, you had to be born today.”

“Why are you being so cruel?” She replied, stunned by my comment.

Making my way out to my little balcony, the cold air hit my skin. When I landed here, I thought the cold would bother me. But the windy city of Chicago made the cold weather here in Iceland feel like a chilly breeze. Maybe because my blood was boiled most of the time so my body was letting out heat and I barely felt the cold nipping at me. After finishing my smoke, I went back inside and poured myself a drink. Thankfully Athena left without much fuss.

Grabbing my phone off the counter, I made my weekly call. The conversation started as usual.

“Bless me Father for I have sinned.”

“There’s no sin too great for the Lord to forgive my child,” the familiar voice responded.