Maddy’s answers

You lay there, shaken and suddenly very exhausted. Maddy was very still, her eyes open, staring off into space and if not for the subtle rise and fall of her chest you would have thought she died from the marathon fucking. It troubled you a little, how zoned out of it she was, as you had never seen someone so totally disassociated from reality as the woman was in that moment.

Working up the courage, you reached out and touched her shoulder. That got a sharp gasp from her and she flinched as if struck. “Don’t,” she murmured. “Don’t touch me.”

“I just wanted to make sure you were ok,” you offered. “Are you ok?”

She was silent for an agonisingly long time and when she did finally answer, it wasn’t what you expected. “I did this all by myself. I opened this store, ran it, got it going. Me. Not my shithead brother, not with any help from the weirdos he pimped me out to when I was eighteen. I did it all, I’m a god damned respectable woman.”

“Ok,” you answered uneasily.

“I’ve been doing great,” she insisted. “I’ve avoided all this crazy, fucked sex shit and all these weird parties. Ten years away from it all. I’ve got a boyfriend who I want to marry, a dog. I want to buy a house, have kids, go to PTA meetings, white picket fence and all that, I want…” tears filled her eyes. “I want to be fucking normal.”

Your heart ached for her, and the last embers of lust began to dim. But you didn’t dare speak, didn’t dare touch her.

“So why,” she asked, her watery eyes finally shifting to you, “why is it that when you came in here, that I became the same submissive nympho slut that I used to be?”

“Maddy…”

“No, don’t start,” she inched further away from you. “You’re a Maywood right? Well your grandpa used to fuck me, at those parties. Along with all the weirdos who chanted gibberish, with the…the masks. I won’t go back to that. I hated myself when I was like that, only thinking about the next dick to suck and fuck, the next cunt to eat out…” her hand lightly caressed one of her tits, only to stop when she caught herself. “Just…just get out, leave me alone, ok? You’ve already had me.”

“I’ll leave,” you agreed, sitting up and away from her. “But I need to know about those parties. And not because I’m into that…but because I think your brother’s friends…I think they might be the ones hurting all the girls in the news. So please, tell me something, anything that might help me figure out what the fuck they’re doing and how to stop them.”

Maddy looked away, laughed bitterly. “You can’t, they’re too powerful.”

“I want to try.”

There was more silence, then, “They had the parties at a few different places. I can’t even remember all of them with how fucked up I was back then. But one of their favourite spots was in the old burnt down hospital.” She pointed to the door, not even looking at you. “Now please, get out…”