Sis amplexibus Amor alios mututa memini et amoris in mutationes memini.
May you be embraced by a love beyond recall that alters others
and a love within recall that alters you.
“I apologize for disturbing you.” The woman’s voice became a whisper as she collapsed into his apartment.
“My God. Are you alright?” He’d never seen anyone faint before. He shut the door. “I’ll … get you a glass of water.” He started towards the kitchen. “Or should I call for help. Security will know what to do.” He reached for his phone.
“Don’t bother asshole.”
A sharp blow to his shoulder sent Harris tumbling over his couch. One of his arms whacked his coffee table as he landed.
“What the fuck?” He looked up at the cloaked figure standing over him.
The figure lifted the hem and placed one booted foot under Harris’s chin, not quite on his throat. The woman quickly pulled off the veiled hood of the chador.
“Listen you fat fuck I’m not here to play games with you.” The face was covered by a tight black ski mask the mouth bulged out awkwardly. Only the eyes showed and they were outlined in a mottled black and green.
The voice was female.
“Becky?” Harris couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to do this.
“Shut the fuck up.” The woman pulled off the rest of the chador. She wore a dark blue jumpsuit. From a pocket she pulled a length of thin rope.
“Sit up.” She took her foot off his chest.
He reached to rub where she had been grinding into his collar bone.
“Don’t bother. You aren’t pretty enough to worry.” she gabbed his hands and began to tie them behind his back. “Your pictures in the paper make you look a lot handsomer than you are.”
“Oh don’t you Miss me.”
The face leaned into his. “I’m sorry to disappoint you.” As she spoke the voice changed, deepened before it became distorted. “I’m all man. You got that fat ass Harris.” He looped the rope around Harris left wrist and pulled that arm behind Harris’s back.
Harris lurched forward, stood up and knocked the guy off balance. The man was not much bigger than Andy. Before he could move he felt a searing shock on his right thigh. He fell back to the couch dazed.
“Hurts doesn’t it.” The man reached under his mask and extracted the speaker of the voice distorter. “Amazing what science can do.”
The man waved a cellphone in Harris face. “Looks like a cellphone but hurts like hell.” He touched Harris lightly on the shoulder.
The jolt wasn’t as strong as the first one.
“Don’t worry this is non-lethal unless you have a pacemaker but packs enough to punch to keep you pacified. People drop like flies. I sneak up behind them. A little touch and down they go.”
“You’re the Stalker?”
“Clever man.” he grabbed Harris by the chin and give his head a sharp twist. “Now what did the bitch Detective tell you about me?”
“Lets dial this up just a bit.” he tapped a key and shocked Harris again.
This time the shock singed his tee-shirt.
“Nothing.” He rubbed his shoulder where had been shocked. “She played that recording of you. That’s all and told me to be careful.”
“Ooo to be afraid of little me. Let’s get this out of the way.” He yanked Harris’s tee shirt off, pulled the rope from under him and this time tied his hands behind his back.
“Did she tell you anything about the case. About me.”
“No. Just that the guy I … who I stopped at the park … wasn’t you.”
“True. He didn’t have one of these, did he?”
He took a battery pack out of his back pocket.
“On its own it just jolts.” He plugged the battery pack into the taser. “With a power boost it will do more. Even kill. You have been the nearest connection to me the police have.”
“Connection?” He pulled at the ropes. “You took the risk to get those pictures of me. Great way to stay out of the way of the police.”
“Pictures of you and your famous movie star friends. You a Nobody, getting noticed.”
“Right, I am a nobody. I didn’t ask to ….”
“I know. No one asks. Like those poor assholes on their way home from work, from school. So innocent and bam I get them. They’ll never forget me. Even if they never know I am.”
“Play time.” Harris called to Andy.
“This’ll be fun.” Andy replied.
“What the fuck!” the man was stunned. “Who is that?” He looked around the apartment and noticed Andy for the first time. “Get over here.”
Andy remained silent.
Harris racked his brain for what order to give next. If only Andy could walk? If only Andy could make phone calls he could get a message to Rick.
“I said get over here. You little friend seems scared or something. You want me to hurt you?”
“Yeah I’d like that?” Andy giggled.
The man walked over to Andy and smacked him.
“Is that the best you can do. I can take it a lot harder than that.”
“What the fuck.” he punched Andy in the stomach.
“You like to play rough do you.”
Those had to be the pre-programmed phrases for s and m play he’d seen listed in the manual.
“Fuck it’s a goddamn doll.” The man gave Andy a dismissive shove.
The shove unbalanced Andy and the elf topped forward knocking the man over and landing on top of him
Harris stood while tugging at the rope around his wrists.
The man struggled under Andy. Turning over but not able to get Andy off him.
“Harder Andy.” Andy’s face was at the man’s chin. His hands began to open and close to pinch the man under him.
“You like that don’t you.” Andy said.
“Time to bite.” Harris’s wrists were getting looser. “Squeeze me.”
The doll’s mouth opened and closed on the man’s chin. The man twisted his head away. His mask was pulled off. ‘Squeeze me’ brought Andy’s arms closer together. The man’s face was covered with camouflage make up.
“Let’s jack.” This command jerked Andy’s forearms up and down rapidly about an inch.
“Optimus Prime.” Harris said. Those were the words he’d programmed for Andy to get an erection.
“Fuck me.” The man struggled trying to push the doll off him. Andy’s hips began to thrust.
With a grunt the man heaved Andy off him, and rammed the doll against the wall. He held the doll with one hand and tasered it it repeated with the other till Andy’s arms stopped moving. His fingers continued to twitch.
While he was occupied Harris dashed to the door. He had it partially opened before the guy grabbed him. Harris hit at his face with his elbow. Connected with a punch to the face. The man’s head was slippery with the camouflage paint.
The guy swung him back into the room and on to his stomach, shocking him on the back each time he tried to get up. Harris could smell his flesh burning.
He grabbed Harris by the hair.
“You like to play it rough. Well, I’m no wind up doll.”
Out of breath Harris sagged to the floor.
“That’s more like it. Get up.”
He pulled Harris to his feet.
“Let’s get out a breath of fresh air.” He pushed him the balcony. “That’s a fair drop I’d say.”
Harris nodded. If he appeared dazed by the taser he might lull the guy into a careless move.
The guy kicked the lounge to the balcony wall.
“Up you go.”
Harris stood on the chaise. He glanced over the edge.
His apartment door flew open. It was Detective Alverez and Agent Devros followed by apartment security.
“Hold it right there.” The man barked. “Or he’ll go over.”
“That’s what you think.” Harris leaned against the retaining wall and the chaise slid, knocking the man over. Harris clambered over him and into the living room.
“You’ll never get me.” The man shouted.
Harris turned around and the man was balanced on the balcony railing. Harris lurched forward and caught him by the calf as the man launched himself into the air.
They fell back. Harris hit his head. He lay still while his heart slowed and he caught his breath. An officer helped him to lie on the couch.
“Where is he?” He shook his head to clear it.
“Sir, it’s all under control. Please keep still.” A medic shone a light into his eyes. “You’ll be fine. Let me help you sit up. You’ve got bad electrical burns on your back.”
The police had his attacker handcuffed nearby. He was glaring at Harris as they started to take him to the door.
“Can you get me paper to write on and pen.” Harris asked Detective Alverez.
She took a pad out of her purse, tore off a page and handed it to Harris with her pen.
Harris wrote down the words of the curse as best as he could remember them. He trusted that intent was more important than accuracy. He rubbed blood from his head wound on it when.
“Can I talk to him?” He called to the policemen with his assailant.
They brought the man closer to him.
“Sis amplexibus Amor alios mututa memini et amoris in mutationes memini.” Harris said as he tucked the curse into the man’s pocket. As he spoke he began to tremble. Pain shot across his chest. A strong cinnamon scent made him gasp for air.
“What the fuck.” The guy looked around. “The faggot is giving me his phone number.” His face paled and he grabbed his stomach. “I think I’m going to throw up.”
“I hope the number does you good where you’re going.” Harris’s trembling increased. The pain in his chest was worse as he gasped for breath.
“He’s going into shock.” One of the medic shouted. He fit an oxygen mask over Harris face. “Relax. Take deep breaths. That’s better. Now rest on your side while we tend these burns.”
Harris nodded yes. He let himself be laid on his side. His body relaxed as he breathed in the oxygen.
The police took his assailant out. He felt safe.
“You’re a lucky man Mr. Stevens.” Detective Alverez stood where he could see her. “How did you get that signal into the building’s security system?”
“Signal?” Harris took the oxygen mask away.
“I was keeping my eye on the feed from your floor Mr. Stevens.” The building security explained. “I noticed that Muslim lady get on the elevator. She was alone. I thought that was mighty odd to begin with. They’re always in two or threes. She didn’t get off her at floor either but yours. When you asked her in I thought that’s odd but …. anyway a little while later the system burped and all the monitors were showing this fight scene. I thought maybe cable system had broken into our feed because the images was a lot clearer than ours. Anyway I recognized you and called the police.”
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