The Eyes Have It

Will opened the door to his house and was greeted by his dogs. Jumping and barking. Excited at their masters return. Julie had just kissed him goodbye outside his car. It was dusk now, the purples and pinks hazy in the sky. Will knew two things. He needed whisky and a shower. He poured some Jameson in a glass and took it with him to the bathroom. Along the way he kicked off his shoes, pulled off his shirt and jeans. He stood naked in his bathroom waiting for the water to heat up. He looked at himself in the mirror. His fingers traced the welts on his chest left by Hannibal's riding crop. He wondered if Julie's looked the same as his. He thought of her snowy white skin, bruised and defiled. He thought of the imprint of his fingers on her hips and the pattern of his teeth on her thighs. Will shook himself from his day dream and swallowed the rest of his whiskey. A shower had never felt so good to him. He leaned against the back wall of his shower and thought about the previous night. He felt conflicted. On one hand, he felt more masculine and confident. Julie was the woman he had been lusting after for so long and it would not have had the confidence to sleep with her the first time had it not been for Hannibal's unorthodox therapy. On the other, he felt a tinge of jealousy for having to share her and he felt fear of loosing her. He ran his hands through his hair and leaned his head back against the cool tile. The sound of his phone ringing in the living room shook him from his thoughts. He turned off the water and grabbed a towel. Running through down the hallway he grabbed his phone from his desk. The caller ID said "Unknown".

     "Hello..."

     "....Will.........help me."

Will's blood went cold hearing Julie's voice, shaking and weak.