Chapter 3
The boy stared, eyes never blinking as he dropped two more drops into the concoction. He could hear it hissing and saw fumes rising out of the beaker.
Now that should be about it. Just needs a little of this and that for the final touch...
The concoction consisted of the Atlas aphrodisiac, along with many other natural aphrodisiacs. Extracts from Turnera Diffusa, Piper Methysticum, Eryngium Maritimum...As for the final touch, modified strychnine from the Strychnos nux vomica and concentrated Atlas. The whole concoction had finally been perfected. So deadly...It only affected men but the boy had already been immunised by injecting himself with the last of the antidote. No doubt this was one of the most brilliant of the boy's creations, but also one of the sickest. No, most perverted would be the correct way to put it. So very interesting the boy thought. He had to test it though. The effects, known to him, were only hypothetical. He needed to see the real deal, a live specimen, though the specimen would not be alive for long. The boy laughed softly to himself. Ah, the irony of it...
*
"So, how's school?" Si Heng asked.
How does he look so great even when he's got spaghetti sauce all over his mouth and talking at the same time?
Debbie sighed as she looked on.
"Hello? Earth to Debbie?" Si Heng said, raising his voice a little as he waved his hands in front of her eyes.
"Er, yeah what?" Debbie's train of thoughts halted abruptly.
"Penny for your thoughts? You were like...In space?" Si Heng smiled.
"Oh nothing, just admiring the view."
Si Heng raised an eyebrow. The only scenery around them was the litter-laden road and a wilted potted plant beside their table.
"Uh huh...The view you say? What exactly?"
Debbie's face reddened slightly as she realised her wrong choice of words.
"Oh shutup and eat your food." Her face turned a deeper shade of red as she realised her second mistake.
"In case you haven't noticed...We've finished our food. What's wrong with you today?" A mixture of concern and amusement spread across Si Heng's face.
Debbie just stared downwards, pondering her next response just in case she made another blunder. Thankfully, the waiter came to collect the bill.
"Signore. La fattura, per favore." the waiter requested in Italian.
Debbie intervened, recognising this as her escape route.
"Sì! Sì! Qui..." Debbie answered in her rusty Italian as she fumbled with her wallet before producing a credit card.
"Grazie Signora!" The waiter replied as he accepted it and made payment through it before returning it.
Si Heng had always been impressed with Debbie's linguistic skills. Her English was best but the rest...Chinese, Italian, French, German, Korean...No doubt she was never good in any of the other languages she knew but comprehension to a conversational extent was enough. Then realisation hit him. He had just let a woman pay for his meal! What an outrage of his dignity! He looked up and raised his hand, in an attempt to stop the waiter. But he stopped in midair as he realised that he could not speak Italian. So this was not his element...Debbie was looking at him across the table, smiling as if she were enjoying every minute of his incapability of speech. Ah, she won this time but he would forestall her the next.
Debbie silently breathed a sigh of relief as she observed Si Heng. He seemed to have momentarily forgotten about her strange behaviour. Did he? Well at least he stopped probing. She would never have confessed to Si Heng or at least, not yet. She had to leave fast though before Si Heng regained track of the conversation.
"Erm I have to go now. Some Lester Gibe wants to see me regarding some advertising stuff."
"Haha. Gibe? What sort of last name is that? Gibe as in Mock? Now that's a good one. And what? Advertising? Whoa...Going global now are we? You go girl! I have to go soon anyway. Training in the evening and I've to study anyway. See you around."
"Yeah, see you around I guess."
Si Heng turned to leave. Debbie gazed after him until he became a tiny pinprick in the distance. She was actually keen to end their rendezvous earlier...She couldn't believe it...
I guess my fear of confession is far greater than I anticipated...
She had to confess one day anyway. This was what Chloe, her sole confidante told her. And deep down inside, she knew it.
*
Jack Stillmore looked at his watch. Eleven fifty. Great, his shift ended at midnight and there was approximately, ten minutes left. He shivered as he clutched his jacket closer to his body. Working in a morgue meant being subjected to a frigid climate. Not to mention he worked six days a week nine to five with Sundays off. He was grateful he had not turned into a human ice cube after his first week. He glanced downwards at his body.
What perfect physique...What chance does a little cold stand against me? Against my firm chest? Or my bulging abs?
Looking at himself always brought him warmth, a sense of accomplishment. He had sculpted his allegedly perfect physique by working out at the gym three times a day for two hours each time for a whole year after which he slackened. He now worked out for two hours every night to maintain his body and stay in shape. But the warmth a sense of accomplishment provided had its limits. He was working in a morgue. Although he worked at the reception counter, providing assistance to visitors and guarding the entrance to the rooms that held the corpses. He always carried a Beretta 92FS semi-automatic pistol with him in his jacket but he knew he would probably never use it. The entrance to the morgue itself was heavily guarded. Three government agents who were professional, armed and dangerous. Stringent security checks were conducted before anyone was admitted into the morgue and authorisation had to be acquired prior to the visit.
The doors swung open. The guard's head turned instinctively towards the stimulus. It was a boy. No, a teenager upon closer inspection. Jack was bewildered. A teenager was hardly the correct person to swagger in at this hour. Jack decided that the guards outside probably were skiving off the job or insane to allow this nobody to strut in. He walked around the counter and in front of the boy, cutting off his access to the rooms that harboured the corpses.
"Excuse me? May I have a look at your authorisation slip? And I'm afraid your visit will be delayed as i need to conduct further interrogation and checks."
"Oh yeah sure. Whatever." the boy said casually as he knelt down and set his bag on the floor.
The boy rummaged through his plethora of belongings before producing a legitimate-looking document. Jack gave a curt nod and reached out to take it. His hand made contact with the document, just as he felt a sharp pain at his wrist. He dropped the paper and withdrew his arm for closer observation. He noticed a tiny pinprick on the underside of his hand almost at his wrist. A drop of blood was gathering.
"Ooopsy. Shouldn't have left syringes lying around..." the boy said, smiling weakly.
"Why you little...What was that?" the guard shouted.
"Not too loud now, you might wake the dead...You'll join them soon anyway."
Instinct and reflex kicked in as soon as the guard's brain processed the words. The guard reached into his jacket for his pistol.
"Not so fast." the boy said as he struck out at the centre of the guard's throat with two fingers.
The guard lost all sensation immediately.
"Pressure points...Wondrous aren't they? Don't worry, this paralysis is only temporal. It'll buy me enough time to do this."
The boy reached downwards and scratched the guard's cheek in one swift motion, leaving a scarlet line behind. The edge of the nail had been laden with tubocurarine that the boy had secreted. He sucked his finger.
"Hmm, not quite sweet enough...Anyway..."
He pushed the guard lightly and there was a thud as the guard hit the floor. The guard's eyes widened as he made an inarticulate choking noise.
"Don't bother talking. Tubocurarine. It's a muscle relaxant. You notice that its effects take place very rapidly. First the external body...And finally, your intercostal muscles. But I haven't administered enough to kill you. You probably be in a state of paralysis for forty minutes...Now...This is the highlight of tonight..."
The boy traced the scarlet line on the guard's cheek where blood was starting to coagulate.
"You asked me what was in the syringe? That was my new and improved aphrodisiac. It is very potent...Shouldn't take long now before you...experience it...You're gonna love it..."
The guard gave a silent scream, fear evident in his eyes. The boy noticed this and gave a dangerously sweet smile.
"Oh don't worry. I'm sure this will be most pleasurable for...your kind..."
The guard's breathing started to hasten. His heartbeats getting more rapid. Blood was rushing to lower midsection. Adrenaline was pumping throughout his body. The boy frowned, then decided. He walked forward and dropped a drop of the tubocurarine antidote into the guard's wound on his face. The guard's body seemed to tense but still lay still. The guard blinked. He could move his mouth as well.
"I should at least give you the privilege of speech...Before you...ejaculate..."
"You fucking son of a bitch! Release me!" the guard yelled.
"Be silent or I have something here that will make you lose your voice!" the boy snapped irritably as he waved his middle finger threateningly.
"Fuck off and-"
The guard was cut off in midsentence. His mouth had turned dry. He started...to moan. The guard's penis, was enlarging at an alarming rate. The guard was sweating profusely. The guard was getting harder.
"Oh god...Fuck...Ahh..." the guard said as he looked down at his engorged shaft beneath his jeans.
"Hmm interesting..." the boy said as he observed his experimental subject.
"Are you enjoying this?" the boy enquired.
"Shit...Hell yeah...No! Stop it! Ahh..." the guard replied incoherently.
The boy smiled. Everything was going according to his hypothesis. As each second passed, the guard's penis would become even more erect, until it was erected at its fullest.
The guard couldn't take it. His phallus was so hard it was hurting. He needed an ejaculation badly.
"Please...I need to cum..." the guard moaned, breathing heavily.
"I'm afraid it won't be so easy...You see...I added an...extra ingredient to the concoction - strychnine. Mind you, not chemical X. Strychinie causes muscle contractions...And in this case, I modified it to affect your pubococcygeus muscle. In case you were wondering, that's the muscle that controls the release of urine and seminal fluid. Many think that it can only be used to hold back urine but since both semen and urine share the same passage, it can be used to hold back semen. It's just that when one feels like he's going to ejaculate, he doesn't stop. He wants...the pleasure. So how does this feel? You must feel terrible...Feeling very aroused...You feel like ejaculating...And yet you can't...But it'll be over soon, I promise." the boy replied, laughing evilly.
"Oh god...This is killing me...Help...Please..." the guard continued.
The boy moved forward and removed the guard's jeans and underwear. The guard relaxed a little.
"That feels better doesn't it? But my little aphrodisiac is diligent. Just wait."
The guard's naked member stood up erect to its fullest, emanating heat. And yet, the strychnine did its job. The guard screamed for mercy, for solace. He screamed for god, for sex.
"Lust dear...Is very powerful..." the boy strode over to the guard's side. He leaned down and poured the remaining antidote onto the guard's cheek.
The guard regained movement. He writhed on the ground as he used one of his hands for leverage to support himself. He wrapped his other hand around his enormous erection and started to masturbate. His breathing slowed as he gave a few groans of relief. The boy looked on, apparently very entertained. He laughed once again.
"I wouldn't have done that if I were you...Masturbation...Only quickens the effect of my aphrodisiac...Not long now..."
The guard was jolted out of his trance. He fumbled for his gun. But it was too late. The pubococcygeus muscle shattered and gave way. The guard screamed in agony and pleasure as a mixture of seminal fluid and blood shot out of the tip of his erection repeatedly in quick succession. He moaned and groaned as he continued ejaculating. He was exhausted as he slumped backwards, gasping for air as his penis started shrinking.
"How was that?" the boy asked teasingly.
"That...that was the best fucking cum of my life..."
"Dang! Wrong answer! That was the last!" the boy replied brightly.
With that, he emptied a cylinder of several black particles onto his palm and blew into the guard's face.
"Oh yeah, for your information, that was anthrax. Happy dying!" the boy exclaimed before entering the room for corpses.
The guard's expression turned into one of fear and then anger as he heard the boy's words. He wielded his pistol in his hand and stood up, still half-naked. He took two steps forward, attempting to venture into the other room to take the boy's life. Left, right, his legs moved before he started gasping and collapsed. He clutched his chest, massaging it in between gasps. He started crawling forward. He barely reached the doors before he bled to death internally.
The boy turned back and checked on the guard's corpse.
"Hmmm...I guess I'll have to fix the aphrodisiac...It doesn't kill...Well, I'll think of something. Ha...The need for sex...Ends one's life...Oh well, have to clean up."
The boy exited the morgue and dragged the bodies of the three government agents into the morgue. He walked to the reception counter and checked the records for Pamela Isley's name. He found it and proceeded on into the room with corpses. He found Pamela lying on a table in just a few minutes. He took a out a syringe from his pocket and injected the contents into Pamela Isley. She began to stir.
"Rise and shine. Miss Isley."
Pamela rubbed her eyes and rose.
"Took you long enough." she snapped.
"I need your help Miss Isley. There are four bodies I need to leave frozen here."
Pamela agreed grudgingly and the both of them carried the four bodies inside together.
"Someone will notice. You can't hide them forever." Pamela pointed out.
"You know very well this is a morgue Miss Isley. A morgue. There are so many corpses...It will be a very long time before anyone will ever find their bodies. Now heave."
Finally, the four bodies were hidden in storage compartments of negative twenty-five degrees Celsius. Four in hundreds in the morgue.The boy dusted his hands.
"All done. Now you'll have to come with me. I've designed a few weapons for you. And you will need your cell implants back."
"Weapons? And the cell implants. You know they're vulnerable. They can be broken down. And...I don't want to relive being poisoned by myself again..." Pamela said as she shuddered.
"Don't worry. Like you said, Mother Nature always evolves. She always does..."
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