An entire week had passed since Sabina had put Lionel’s training on hold. During that time, she hadn’t brought it up once. Whenever Lionel mentioned it, she would tell him that she would let him know when they would resume his training. Only, she never did.
One night, Lionel was lying wide-awake while Sabina slept peacefully beside him with her back to him. He was thinking about all the events between his last lesson with Sabina and this very moment.
The poor soul was feeling rather deprived and had reached his limit. So, he turned on his side and slid close to her without waking her. Then he proceeded to wrap his arm around her waist and she didn’t stir. He licked his lips in anticipation and slowly leaned in to kiss the nape of her neck. When his lips met her skin, Sabina wriggled at the sensation. He continued and she giggled. It must be my stubble, Lionel thought. But, he continued slowly regardless.
He wasn’t sure whether he wanted to wake her or let her sleep. In his fit of terrible desire, he didn’t really care. All he wanted was satisfaction and he was willing to get that satisfaction by any means necessary. So he grabbed Sabina’s breast and began to massage it ever so gently.
Sabina’s breath hitched and a moan soon followed. Lionel continued to caress her as he kissed her neck. As the seconds and minutes passed, Sabina’s responses grew more and more intense as Lionel’s touch went from gentle to rough. Lionel couldn’t help but marvel at how she could still be asleep at a moment like this, but he continued nonetheless. Although he couldn’t see Sabina in the dark, he could feel that she wanted more even in her subconscious state.
It was then that he lowered his hand to her stomach and began to caress it in delicate circles. This seemed to calm Sabina a little, but she was still hot and bothered. He continued to rub small circles as he lowered his hand even more. It came to rest just above her womanhood. He teased her; tickling and tugging as he heard her panting. Then she thrust her hips back against him and he had to bite back a moan because it felt so very good, but he had to wait just a little longer.
Lionel continued to tease her and that elicited a desperate whine from Sabina. As much as he loved to tease her, he hated to see her suffer even more. So, he granted her tacit wish.
His hand had barely brushed against her womanhood when he felt a firm grip around his wrist. He froze, but kept a level head.
“L-Lionel?” came Sabina’s quivering voice.
“…Yes?” he replied.
“What’re you doing?” she asked as her hand that held Lionel’s wrist began to tremble.
“Oh, Sabina,” he said with a sigh as he sat up and retrieved his hand. He felt her sit up and turn to look at him in the dark. “I-I wanted-,”
“I told you that I’d let you know!” she hissed.
“I know, but I’ve reached my limit!” Silence floated between the two for a moment. Then Lionel continued saying, “I’ve waited patiently like you asked. I haven’t pleasured myself, let alone tried! Y-You gave me a taste of what it’s like to please you and I want more.”
Sabina stared in shock. She couldn’t believe her ears. Was this what her deprivation was driving her beloved to think and causing him to do what he did? “…W-What are you trying to say, Lionel?” she asked.
“I love you, Sabina,” he said, cupping her face in his hands after some fumbling. “Pleasing you pleases me.”
“…Y-You love me that much?” she stammered.
“And you want to please me?”
“…I live to please you.”
Sabina swallowed the lump in her throat. She could feel the passion in Lionel’s gaze even though she couldn’t see his face. She sighed then said in a voice no louder than a whisper, “Then, please me you will…Please, continue where you left off.”
Lionel obliged and began to kiss her, but he quickly pulled away and began to fumble for something in the dark.
“W-What’s wrong?” Sabina asked.
“Nothing, love. I just-,” He found what he was looking for and tugged. Then the light from the bedside lamp came on. “There we go.”
Sabina covered her eyes at the bright light that now filled the room. “Why’d you turn on the light?” she whined.
“Because I want to see your face as I make you become undone.”
Sabina’s eyes grew large upon hearing him say something so…forward. The Lionel she knew was gentle and subtle; never brash or forward. But, she seemed to like the way he carried himself. She wanted to respond to him, but she couldn’t think of anything to say. So, she laid back on the pillows, closed her eyes, and waited for Lionel to make his first move.
However, Lionel never moved to touch her. Sabina opened her eyes and caught him staring at her. “What?” she asked.
Lionel smiled and said, “You’re just so beautiful and—I can’t help but smile every time that I see you like this.”
“…L-Like what?” Sabina asked as she shifted nervously with a voice to match her unease.
“Lionel, please,” Sabina breathed. “…D-Don’t say anymore.” If he were to say anymore than he already did, she would surely climax from his words alone. “P-Please…Just-,”
He leaned forward and said, “I’m way ahead of you.” Then he silenced her with a kiss; soft and sensual. He then trailed his kisses down her neck and to the small of her chest. He would’ve done more, but the material of her nightgown was in the way. Lionel looked at Sabina for permission, which she gave and he hiked up her nightgown and slipped it over her head. Then he was able to continue his ministrations, which Sabina relished as she arched into his touch and rubbed his head encouragingly.
Lionel hadn’t planned any of this out. His intent was to play things by ear. From where he stood – or lay, he was doing a good job pleasing his lady, but he wanted to go further. If he was going to please Sabina, he wanted to do it well. He wanted to test her boundaries as well as his own.
He continued his trail of kisses down Sabina’s stomach and stopped at the hem of her panties. He looked up at her with a devilish look in his eyes and a smirk on his face. Sabina looked at him, anticipating his next move. Then Lionel did the unthinkable. He grabbed the hem with his teeth and began to tug, causing Sabina to gasp since she wasn’t expecting him to do such a thing. When he got the panties off her, he tossed them aside carelessly. When he went to position himself between Sabina’s legs, she closed them tightly.
Lionel wasn’t sure if this was because she was being feisty or if it was because she was really shy. That didn’t stop him from looking up at her as if to say, “Really?” She opened her legs for him then he nestled himself between them. He stared for a moment before looking Sabina in the eyes and blowing some cool air on her delicate flower. Sabina flinched like he thought she would. Then he took his finger and traced the outline of her flower, which was in full bloom.
Sabina was panting in anticipation. What’s he doing? she thought. Why is he toying with me? He knows I hate being teased!
Lionel wanted a rise out of her and she seemed willing enough to give him one. He just needed to add more pressure. So, he stuck two fingers inside of her, eliciting a combination of a gasp and moan. “L-Lionel!” Sabina gasped.
“You like this?” he asked as he began to pump his digits in and out.
“I-It feels so good,” she whimpered.
He wasn’t sure, but it seemed like Sabina was more sensitive now than she’d ever been before. He shrugged it off thinking she must’ve been just as desperate for him as he was for her. Well, he thought, you’re gonna like this even more.
Without a warning, he placed his lips on her love button and began to suck. Sabina’s jaw dropped upon seeing this unfold before her eyes. She also let out a strangled moan as she thrust her hips forward, trying to get even more of a rise from Lionel’s surprisingly skilled mouth. Lionel took this as encouragement to get even bolder. A few moments later, he removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue and was taking Sabina for all she was worth.
Sabina was enraptured in this newfound level of pleasure she’d never experienced before. Never did she think that Lionel would do something like this. She was writhing, moaning, and clawing at the sheets as she tried to contain herself, but she just couldn’t do so. It felt too good. She entangled her fingers in Lionel’s brown hair and began to grind against his face. Lionel, trying to keep control of the situation, took Sabina’s wrists and pinned them down at her sides.
Sabina struggled against him, but it was no use. Lionel was going to decide her fate this time. “Lionel, please,” she begged. He simply looked up at her and continued to lick, suck, and occasionally nibble as he held her glassy gaze.
All Sabina could do was stare back at her husband as he devoured her, sending surges of pleasure through her body. She felt the pressure building and began to convulse and moan. Lionel smiled against her. “Come for me, Sabina,” he said.
“N~No!” she moaned. “Not yet!”
“Come on, love. I want you to.”
If she wouldn’t come willingly, Lionel figured he’d have to make her. He then stuck his fingers back inside of her and curled them upwards while he sucked her as a babe sucked from his mother’s breast. Sabina involuntarily arched her back as she fought the urge to climax to try and stay high on the passion just a little while longer. But Lionel was relentless. Each flick of his tongue and stroke of his fingers was driving her closer and closer to the edge.
Sabina’s strength was failing and she couldn’t take anymore much longer. She tried to hold on for just a little bit more, but she finally caved. “L-Lionel!” she squealed as she closed her eyes and reached her climax. She felt light; as if she were floating on a cloud. She didn’t know how long it would last, but she wanted to stay like this forever.
She had barely come down from her high when she gasped upon feeling something enter her. When she opened her eyes, she saw Lionel on top of her. She looked at him knowingly and said, “You just couldn’t wait, could you?”
“I-I’m sorry,” he replied through gritted teeth. He’d been deprived for so long, so could she really blame him? Then he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Tell me what you want me to do.”
The heat of his breath sent shivers down Sabina’s spine. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Then she whispered, in a low sultry voice, “Start slow…then do what comes naturally.”
Lionel pulled away just enough to look into her eyes and asked, “Do you trust me?”
“Would I have let you come this far if I didn’t?”
Lionel had a million responses he could have used at that moment, but he saw no point in delaying his beloved’s pleasure, so he did as she asked. He made slow, delicate thrusts as Sabina began to grind against him. If she kept moving like that, she’d send him over the edge, so he started to pick up the pace because he wanted to maintain some level of control in this situation.
He then unhooked her legs from around his waist and turned her on her side, draping her leg over his shoulder. Sabina moaned as she gripped at the sheets thus, encouraging Lionel to do even more. When he grew tired of their current position, he took her leg off his shoulder and pulled her into the sitting position as he cradled her in his arms, causing Sabina to squeal at this new position. However, it didn’t take long for her to adjust because, she was grinding and moaning like mad as she dug her nails into Lionel’s shoulders and raked them down his arms.
Lionel hissed in response to this pain, but this pain went well with the pleasure he was experiencing. He began to suck on Sabina’s neck; hard enough to leave a bruise. Then without a warning, Sabina arched her back and reached her second climax as her inner walls clenched around Lionel, coaxing him to come as well. He resisted because he hadn’t had his fill just yet. So he pulled out of Sabina, laid her down, and flipped her so her back was to him. Then he plunged deep inside her with a grunt. He stilled in an attempt to keep his composure because Sabina was so tight.
When he’d caught his second wind, he had to start slowly; eliciting a few soft moans from Sabina. Then he eventually picked up the pace and got rougher. It seemed the rougher her got, the louder Sabina’s voice became. He slapped her on the buttocks to try and put some space between her moans, causing Sabina to yelp. She’d never seen this side of Lionel before, but she liked it; loved it. He smacked her again and she let out a whine as she raised her rear.
“Lionel,” she moaned as she looked over her shoulder and bucked her hips back against him. “Hit me again…I like it.”
Lionel held her lustful gaze for a moment before he obliged, causing Sabina to moan even louder than before. She grabbed a pillow and sunk her teeth in it as she was fast approaching yet another climax.
Suddenly, Lionel got the urge to pull something. So, he reached for Sabina’s hair and tugged. He got a low growl in response. Then he tugged hard enough to make Sabina get on all fours. “Ah!” she grunted, releasing the pillow from her mouth. “Lionel~!”
He continued to thrust deep and hard until he felt his own climax coming on. So, he pulled Sabina up so she was on her knees with her back flush against his chest, still keeping a firm grip on her hair. He then began to tease her love button, making her mewl with pleasure. Then he said in a rough voice, “Now will I be your one and only?”
“Yes,” Sabina moaned.
“Are you sure?” he asked, softly biting her neck.
“Yes, Lionel…I-I’m sure,” she said between shaky breaths.
Lionel still wasn’t convinced, so he pulled her hair and said in a gruff voice, “Positive?”
“Yes!” Sabina cried. “Yes, I’m sure!”
Lionel smiled at this. Part of him liked hearing Sabina beg. “…Alright. Now, come for me, Sabina…”
“Come for me.” He began to rub her and thrust faster and faster until she couldn’t take anymore. She threw her head back on Lionel’s shoulder and came with a loud moan as a series of electric shocks coursed through her body. Lionel soon followed as he grabbed her hips, thrust deep inside, and grunted triumphantly. They stayed that way until they caught their breath a few moments later.
“So…did I pass?” Lionel asked between pants.
Sabina chuckled before she collapsed into the tousled mess of sheets, pillows, and comforter before her.
Lionel crawled on top of her and pressed, “Well? Did I pass or not?”
She opened one eye and smiled playfully before she flipped onto her back and caressed Lionel’s face. “You were splendid, my love,” she said, looking at him with loving eyes. “And I meant it when I said you are my one and only.”
Lionel couldn’t help but smile at this. He had finally surpassed Cyril at the art of pleasing Sabina. As far as he was concerned, he’d won the greatest prize in the world: the adoration of his wife, lover, and confidante. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. Suddenly, Sabina gasped. “What’s wrong, love?” he asked.
She looked down at Lionel’s member that was pressing against her leg and said, “Looks like someone can’t seem to get enough.” Lionel looked away with a blush. Then Sabina pushed him so that he was lying on his back. He began to protest, but she silenced him with a kiss before saying, “I’ll take care of it.”
On another evening, Alfred lay in Rose’s bed waiting for Faye. The black and crimson room became their established meeting place. He hummed a random tune as he waited to pass the time.
It wasn’t long before he heard two raps on the door. Alfred got up, went to the door, and rapped twice in response to be met by three more raps. Then he opened the door with a smile and a giggling Faye jumped into his arms. “Hello to you, too, Faye,” he said, closing and locking the door behind her. Then he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed where they nestled close together. “You’re full of energy tonight. Why is that?”
“Nothing special. I was just excited to see you!” Faye replied.
The two shared a laugh before a moment of silence passed between them. Alfred subconsciously stroked Faye’s arm with his finger as he thought about something he’d been wrestling with after their third meeting. Then he said, “Faye?”
He paused, contemplating whether or not to continue. “This has been bothering me for quite some time, now…”
Faye looked at him curiously as she wondered what was going on in his head. What could he possibly want to know? she thought. I hope he’s not…proposing! “What’s wrong?” she asked, sitting up to look down at him.
Alfred sighed. “…How do you feel about me?”
“P-Pardon?” Faye stammered, surprised by this question.
“How do you feel about me?”
“…I—I don’t know,” she said, looking away from him.
Alfred was not amused. So, she wants to play this game? he thought. Alright, then. Let’s play. “I don’t believe you,” he said without hesitation.
“Alfred!” Faye cried as she looked at him in shock.
“I don’t believe that you don’t know how you feel about me, Faye.”
“But, I don’t,” she insisted, donning the best innocent look she could muster.
“Then, that seems to be the same as telling me you don’t love me.”
“Look me in the eye and tell me that you don’t love me.”
“Come on, Faye. Look at me and tell me you don’t love me.”
“Alright!” She took a deep breath and looked Alfred in the eyes. “I love you, Alfred.”
Alfred wore a blank face. All he did was nod his head and say, “I knew it.”
“You knew?! B-But, how-?”
“May I say something first?” he asked. Faye nodded. “I love you, too, Faye. I loved you from the moment I first saw you.”
“Then…why didn’t you ask Cyril-,”
“Because he’d bought you and I wasn’t sure what his intent with you was…” Faye rolled her eyes and looked away from him with a shake of her head. Alfred gently turned her face toward him. “I needed to be sure, Faye. When I found out you were his love interest, I saw no point in pursuing you…Then you sought me out. That’s when you got my attention.”
Faye pondered everything Alfred was telling her. The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. She knew Cyril was unpredictable, so she was able to understand why Alfred never pursued her. “Oh, Alfred,” she said, hugging him tightly. “It’s so good to know that you feel the same!”
“Likewise,” he replied once she released him from her embrace as he looked at her adoringly. “…But, one thing still troubles me.”
“And what’s that, love?” she asked, caressing his face.
“What about Cyril?”
The question floated between the two for what seemed like forever. “…I-I’m not really sure,” Faye finally said. “You see, Cyril’s been acting strange as of late.”
“Oh?” Alfred said, raising a perplexed eyebrow.
“Yes. He seems…depressed, but I’m not sure. Some days he’s all over me and can’t get enough of me, then other days, he doesn’t want anything to do with me. He doesn’t want me anywhere near him. Then he goes back to wanting me again.”
“He’s never hurt you, has he?” Alfred asked, grabbing Faye’s arm tightly. Yes, Cyril was his master, but he would kill the man if he ever hurt the woman he loved. “He hasn’t struck you or forced himself on you, has he?”
“No,” Faye replied with a shake of her head. She dismissed telling Alfred about the things Cyril did before they became lovers because it was irrelevant. “He’s just rough with his words.”
“Alright.” He released her arm, but still kept that protective gleam in his eye. “What do you think is the cause of his…moodiness?”
“It’s probably Sabina,” she scoffed. “It always has gone back to Sabina.”
Alfred picked up something from the tone of Faye’s voice. “Am I sensing…some jealousy here?”
“What? No, no, no.”
“Are you sure? Because that’s what it sounds like to me.”
“No, Alfred, no,” Faye assured him as she placed her hands on his chest. “It’s nothing. Sure, I may have been jealous in the past, but not anymore now that I have you.”
“…Why were you jealous of Sabina?”
“Uh…” This man sure asks a lot of questions…Eh, no harm in answering him, though. “I had developed feelings for Cyril back then…Strong feelings.”
“How strong?” Alfred asked as he sat up.
“…I thought I was in love with him,” she admitted.
“Anyway, he had claimed to love me, but he still pursued Sabina. He even told me that she was always his first choice in an argument. I was always the runner up. Then he said that I was his first choice from the moment he saw me at Bernard’s…and I believed him.”
“Now, ever since I gave him an ultimatum and he fell out of Sabina’s good graces, I guess he’s been feeling rather lovesick. He’s been going all out trying to win her back, but nothing’s worked. He tries to seek solace in me, but…I’m not Sabina therefore I can’t give him what he wants – or needs.”
“Do you have any feelings for him now?”
“No,” she said without hesitation despite the lump that was trying to form in her throat. “I only have pity for him. But, I do love you.”
“That’s wonderful to know,” Alfred said as he began to nuzzle her neck.
“Ah,” she sighed, tilting her head to give Alfred more access. “Perhaps, I’ll convince him to sell her and her baby as well,” she said to herself.
Alfred stopped his nuzzling, pulled away from her neck, and stared at Faye blankly. “Wh-What?”
“Huh? Oh, I must’ve been thinking out loud.”
“Yes, but what did you say?”
“Oh, I was just thinking about getting Cyril to sell Sabina and her little boy as well,” she said as she played with his sideburns.
“W-W-Wait. What do you mean by ‘as well’?” Alfred was really confused.
“Oh, well, I convinced Cyril to sell Hope not too long ago.” She noticed Alfred’s eyes grow large. “What? You didn’t know?” she asked as she caressed his face.
“Th-That was you?” Alfred stammered, horrified by this terrible news. The woman he was falling in love with day by day was as cruel as a serpent and as cold as the winds of a violent blizzard. He pulled away from her and came to sit on the edge of the bed. “H-How could you?!” he said in disbelief as he squeezed the mattress.
Faye didn’t understand why he was getting so upset. “Alfred, what’s wrong?” she asked, laying a hand on his back.
He spun around and demanded, “What do you mean ‘what’s wrong’? You hurt Sabina – Someone near and dear to my heart…and still you expect me to love you?!”
She laughed nervously. “Alfred,” she said, “it’s me, Faye…I’m still the girl you fell for.”
“No,” he said in a dark tone of voice as he rose from the bed and pointed an accusing finger at her. “…You’re the evil witch I almost fell for. I’m done with you.”
Faye’s jaw dropped upon hearing him say that. He turned to leave, but before he could take the sixth step away from her, she said, “Stop.”
Alfred looked over his shoulder and said, “What?”
She was breathing as evenly as she could to try and contain her rage. “Don’t you dare walk out on me,” she hissed through gritted teeth.
Alfred turned around wearing an amused smirk on his face. “…Or what?”
“I’ll tell Cyril that you raped me!”
He crossed his arms as he looked her up and down. Then he scoffed, “Yeah, right. I’m sure you will.”
“I-I’ll do it! I swear I will!” she exclaimed, jumping from the bed.
Alfred gave her a sympathetic look. He’d had so much love for her it was unreal, but now it was all for naught. “Keep telling yourself that, Faye,” he said softly as he turned on his heel and gave a lazy wave.
“Alfred, I swear if you w-,”
He turned when he reached the door and said, “You and I both know that you love me way too much to rat me out, kitten…Or was it my nice, big cock that you love so much?” Once again, her jaw dropped. “Ta-ta.”
Then he was gone, leaving Faye alone with her thoughts. She dropped to her knees and began to weep, letting all of the events leading up to that very moment sink in. She was lamenting her loss of a chance at potential true love. But, didn’t she already have that with Cyril? No – Things were too complicated or were they? She was so confused. How could I have been so stupid?! she thought as she banged her fist against the floor. Why couldn’t I have just kept my mouth shut?
The poor thing was sobbing. She needed comfort. She needed to be wrapped in someone’s – anyone’s arms. She stopped her weeping instantly as a certain someone came to mind…Cyril. He could comfort her; and comfort her well, indeed. That’s who she wanted to see; the one she absolutely needed to see. He was her drug of choice. It didn’t matter how many times he took advantage of her, abused her, or rejected her. As a dog returns to its vomit, she kept going back to him. A true glutton for punishment, she was. So, she picked herself up and prepared to go see Cyril.
Alfred was running down the halls, heading for Sabina’s room. He needed to tell her about Faye before he made his exit. When he reached the door, he began to knock like mad.
Inside the room, Lionel and Sabina awoke with a start, wondering who would disturb them at that ungodly hour. Lionel approached the door with caution and placed his ear to it. “Sabina, please open up! It’s Alfred!” he heard the poor man say. He immediately opened the door, pulled Alfred inside, flung the door shut, and locked it.
Alfred was completely thrown off guard by this unusual greeting, but was even more thrown off by the familiar stranger who stood before him. “Wh-Who are you and where is Sabina?”
“Alfred, it’s me…Lionel.” Alfred’s eyes grew large. “You don’t recognize me?”
“…I knew I recognized you!” He pulled Lionel into a tight embrace then released him to hold him at arm’s length and look him over. “You’re alive? But, how-?”
“It’s a long story.”
“Well, you’re going to have to-,”
“I hate to interrupt this beautiful reunion,” Sabina interrupted, “but would you mind telling me why the hell you came banging on our door at this ungodly hour?!”
“M-My apologies, Sabina,” Alfred said with a nervous chuckle. “I-I came to inform you about some news before I quit.”
“Wait, you’re going to quit?” said Lionel. “Why?”
“I’ll explain in a moment…Sabina, brace yourself.”
“I’m sure I can handle it,” she replied flatly.
I pray so, thought Alfred. “Lionel, hold your wife.”
“Just do it.” Lionel obeyed and went to the bed to hold Sabina in his arms. “Now, it was just brought to my attention who was responsible for selling Hope.”
“Well, of course we know who was responsible,” Sabina spat. “It was that bastard, Cyril!”
“Yes and no, my dear. Although Cyril may have been the one to physically sell her, he was not the mastermind behind the situation.”
Sabina stopped furrowing her brow. “W-What do you mean? Cyril was a pawn?”
“Lionel.” Lionel held Sabina even tighter.
“Who was it, dammit?!” she growled.
“…It was Faye.”
Silence filled the air. It got so quiet that the only sound that could be heard was the tick of the clock on the nightstand. Sabina’s eyes grew wide and she felt as if her heart had stopped. Lionel was just as shocked as she was, but he had to keep his composure. “W-What?” she stammered.
“I’m sorry, Sabina…but, Faye was the one to coerce Cyril into selling Hope.”
“H-How could she coerce him?” Sabina asked, wondering how a fourteen year old could possibly force a thirty-three year old man to do anything.
“She gave him an ultimatum…”
Alfred swallowed hard. “You and her…”
“Oh, God,” Sabina choked, burying her face in Lionel’s shoulder.
“If he wanted her, he had to sell Hope.”
“…H-How did you find this out?” Lionel asked.
“She told me,” Alfred replied.
A beat of silence.
“Where is she now?” asked Sabina.
“I-I left her in Rose’s room.”
“Take me to her!” Sabina growled as she fought to break free from Lionel’s grasp. “I’ll kill her!”
“No, Sabina. She’s not worth it!” Alfred tried to reason.
“What do you mean she’s not worth it?!” Sabina screamed. “She made that bastard choose between his daughter and her! And he chose that wretched whore over his daughter!” She began to sob as she stopped fighting Lionel. “He chose a whore…over his own daughter,” she bawled. “A whore! A dirty, wretched whore over his daughter.”
Lionel comforted her the best he could while Alfred looked on helplessly. She continued to weep until she fell asleep in her husband’s arms. He laid her down gently and kissed her temple, whispering, “I’ll take care of her for you.”
Then Alfred let out a sigh and said, “I should be going.”
“Wait,” said Lionel as he rose from the bed and approached his friend. “You said that you were going to quit…Why?”
“Faye has some scandalous information about me and I want to get out of dodge before she even has the chance to share it with Cyril. I’m going to submit my previously written letter of resignation and skip town.”
“She needs to pay for what she’s done.”
“And she will.”
“…That I don’t know, but she will pay for what she has done.”
Lionel paused for a moment. Before Alfred could turn to leave, he said, “Alfred, what if I told you that we could use your help?”
“Sabina and I need to escape. However, we’re both bent on revenge for the injustice on both of our ends, but more so on Sabina’s end in that she’s suffered the most. My plan was to kill Cyril, but considering what Faye’s done, I’ve extended that plan to her.”
“…What do you need me to do?” Alfred asked, unsure of what role he would play.
“You, my friend,” Lionel began as he wrapped an arm around Alfred’s shoulders, “are going to continue to play the role of the faithful butler as you keep watch for my golden opportunity.”
“I plan to catch the two before they get into a compromising position. That way, I get Cyril alone and eliminate him. Then Faye will discover the body and Sabina could have her fun if she so chooses.”
“Hm…very clever plan. Although, I don’t have anything personal against Cyril…” He saw the disappointment on Lionel’s face. “I will help you in your plan.”
“Thank you, Alfred!” Lionel exclaimed as he gave the man a bear hug. “You won’t regret it.”
“…I pray not,” he said to himself when Lionel released him.
“Why? What’s wrong?”
“I…I dared Faye to tell Cyril, not thinking that she actually would.”
“Do you trust your own judgment?”
“…Yes and no,” the man said as he began to pace.
“Why is that?”
“I was bluffing! I-I don’t know if she took me seriously or something else!”
Lionel laid a gentle hand on his friend’s shoulder and assured him saying, “Don’t worry, Alfred. I’m sure she won’t tell him anything.”
“How can you be so sure? You weren’t-,”
“I know, I know…but I tend to have good judgment when it comes to things like this.”
“Alright,” Alfred said with a sigh of relief. “Okay…I take your word for it, Lionel.”
“Just act as you normally would.”
“…Will do.” Alfred then headed for the door where he let himself out. “Good night,” he said before leaving.
“Good night, my friend,” said Lionel.
Then Alfred was gone.
Lionel walked over to the door and locked it. Then he turned and leaned against it as he stared at his wife, who lay asleep in their bed. He sighed and said a silent prayer of comfort for her, strength for him, her, and Alfred, and for baby Hope who was absent from them. Then he went and climbed into bed beside her, turned out the light, and took her in his arms, joining her in slumber only moments after closing his eyes.