Lissa remained quiet and null --- almost expressionless as she listened to Anthony's story. He was going on and on, and quietly she absorbs every detail of the story that he was sharing in complete and almost in vivid details. Its as if she was listening to a psychiatric patient and she was the therapist.
But, everyone had a bit of evil inside them, right? Waiting and insinuating... almost suggesting and giving every person the right nudge to sin. And the thing is, she's not really the most innocent person in the world.
So who is she to judge, right? Or, maybe she's wrong... and she's just as messed up as he was.
"What happened after that?" Lissa slumped her shoulders, in deep thinking. Her thoughts and playful imagination was playing tricks on her, and it's either for the better or worst.
"Did you just simply let her pass the resignation paper after giving her the payment? Do you know what her current situation is? Do you have some sort of outside Intel to tell you whether she's spreading the news of your arrangement or not? How much did you actually offer for her to accept such conditions?"
Was the never ending questions she bombarded the man with.
But there's one more question that she's dying to ask.
"What's the worst of the worst thing that you've actually asked her to do?" Lissa looked at Anthony, studying his sobering features but still drunken mind. "...I mean, you know, when she was still your sex slave... what was the worst or most embarrassing --- lustful thing that she had done for you?"
His already clouded mind went into a deeper disarray after hearing Lissa's question. He thought about it deeply, trying to remember what it was. When he recalled the memory, a faint smile showed on his lips. He laid his head low, and shook his head in sheer amusement.
"Uhm..." He chuckled, then licked his lips while thinking how awkward it was. "...you really want to know?"
"Well, yeah! But... can I?" Lissa agreed and her head shook frantically like a dog, a little too excited that she gradually felt ashamed of how ecstatic she was to hear the gory details.
"It's pretty disturbing to say." He answered with a shy smile, his cheeks turning hot and pinkish. "Especially for a woman."
Because of his sudden bashfulness, Lissa's curiosity skyrocketed. If she was curious before, now she's completely intrigued. She grabbed Anthony by the shoulder and push him in and back, rocking him like a child. "Please!" She practically squealed as she begged. "Pretty please?! You've said it yourself, I'm not your type so it shouldn't matter if you offend me or not, right? RIGHT?!"
"I just don't want to offend you." He explained seriously. "I don't want to offend anyone. Even though you're open about your 'sexcapades' as you call it, you're still a woman. And women should be treated with respect." He said, replacing the word escapade with sexcapades instead --- referencing Lissa's own words.
Lissa can't help but feel disappointed. "Come on... I'm the one who wants to hear it, you can tell me everything for all I care. It'll sound music to my ears." She teased with a smirk.
Anthony tried to push off Lissa and her never ending childish behavior of rocking him, and pinching him, as well as the woman's continuous pleads of the juicy story that she wants to hear.
But Lissa simply won't budge. "Alright!" Was his loud and amused answer. "Fine, I'll tell you. Just stop rocking me, my head is already hurting."
Instantly, on cue she lets go off his arms and raised both of her hands. Another wide smile played on her lips, as she silently celebrates her success. She leaned in closer, making sure her ears was almost an inch close to his lips. "I'm all ears, boss!"
'Seriously, so childish.' He mentally told himself as he looked at her. "Don't think of me bad."
"Of course! I won't, I swear! Cross my heart!" Was Lissa's exasperated yell. She was saying everything she can so that Anthony will spare her the long wait, she's dying from the anticipation already. "You'll never know, if I'm intrigued enough I'll even offer my rocking' body to your sadistic tendencies." She teased.
Baffled by her words, Anthony simply answered what was asked of him. "I told her to finger herself---"
"That's it?!" Was Lissa's instantaneous reply, her eyes widening as if she wasn't pleased with whatever she heard. "That's boring! Even I finger myself sometimes. I even do it while I play with Jimmy."
Both of Anthony's brows raised as he gives Lissa a peculiar look. "Who's Jimmy?"
"My vibrator." She answered with a smile, then looked at Anthony with such a teasing smile that he can't help but contort his face.
He moved closer to her, only to put his fingers against Lissa's forehead and flicked it hard.
"Fuck, ow!" She whined loudly, caressing the aching part of her forehead that Anthony just abused. "That was so... uncalled for!" She hissed loudly, who knew a flick on the forehead would hurt like a bitch. "If I come to work tomorrow with a bruise on this part, I'm going to kick your ass."
"Well you deserved it!" He screamed with the same ferocious energy as she did. "You didn't even let me finish and told me disgusting stuff that you do to yourself. My goodness." Was his strict explanation. Though he was irritated, just to prove his point ---whatever that means ---he continued on with his story.
"So after the part where you rudely cut me off---" He said, sending daggers to the woman across him. "---I was fingering her at the time while I was doing her good from behind. Then I placed a vibrator against her clit until she fell on the floor and squirted----"
"Wow, that sounds amazing." Lissa butted in again.
"Rude." Anthony rolled his eyes but he was clearly amused. "After that, well..." Anthony stopped as the memory of how Tess looked flashed before his eyes. The smile on his face was lost and his insides, his emotions turned and his happiness was replaced with remorse, regret and guilt.
"...I told her to not leave the office until she cleaned it all up. And if she failed to do so, I'll never give her the cash that I've promised."
For nth time, Lissa's eyes widened. During times like these the rumor loving and gossiper inside her wakes up. Seemingly, asking her to pry and know more. As if she saw Tess as a competition. "Really? That's it?" She claimed, as if she could've done better.
"You just asked her to clean her own mess. What the fuck is wrong with that?"
Anthony breathed in deeply then exhaled from his mouth, as if trying to relax himself. Suddenly he had an urge to smoke, a hobby of his whenever he's stressed. "I did not ask her to just clean it." Was his serious answer. "I asked her to clean it using her tongue and lap on it like a dog."
He stopped and closed his eyes, the memory of how pitiful she was is gradually and slowly tormenting him. "And I watched it... I think... I think I even enjoyed watching her doing it."
'Oh, shit.' Lissa pressed her lips together, nodding as she goes on. She lifted one of her hand and placed her fingers just underneath her chin. She pouted her lips and pressed it together, making a popping sound. She was in deep thought, not even sparing a word and it made Anthony tense.
He couldn't read her features, couldn't figure out what she's feeling or what she'll do. He swallowed. Hard. "Lissa?"
He was taken back when Lissa suddenly looked at him with such intensity. It made him a bit weary and left him speechless. Her eyes was serious and her face remained expressionless. He couldn't even breathe as she stare into his eyes. "Hey, Curly..."
"You know..." Lissa whispered, then she broke off her stare from the man. "...it's just."
'It's just...what?!' 'What the hell is that?' 'I don't know what are you talking about!' Anthony panicked internally, and those were the questions that we wanted to ask Lissa, but he was left speechless, as if his tongue had been cut out.
Slowly, she opens her mouth to speak, and creepily stared at Anthony with those big doe eyes. It's as if she was recalling an important and unforgettable memory as well.
"...well, when I was in College, I also had also experienced drinking and tasting urine. It doesn't taste bad." She shrugged her shoulders while a smile slowly creep its way to her lips.
"I was tied in a char, then he told me to open my mouth. He said he had a surprise for me. He told me to close my eyes, and I did." She sighed then looked at her nails, as if the story she's telling was something so normal and mundane. She even looked bored. "Then when I did what I was told, streams of hot liquid filled my mouth. God, I didn't realize it was pee until it hit my tongue."
Now it was Anthony who had a blank expression on his face and was seemingly in deep thought.
He really needs a cigarette right now.
He had so many questions and so many things entered his mind. Some things were disturbing than others and some were just downright lewd and sinful. From mild questions to questions that he wouldn't dare ask to a sane person lest he be judged. But Lissa isn't a part of the normality, is she not? "Lissa." Anthony breathed out, too soft that she almost missed it.
"Oh?" She nonchalantly answered. "What is it?"
"How messed up are you, really?" Was his frank and honest to god question. He didn't even hold back a sly smile as he asked, he simply let his true intentions out, without filter. "Did you sue the guy who did that to you?"
Lissa shook her head and frowned. "Why would I?"
"Wasn't that offensive enough?" Was his intrigue filled question. Before he was partly curious to know how many cats and dogs fucked Lissa in the head, but now, if he has to force the answer out of her, it's most likely that he will. "Didn't you even feel sorry for yourself after that?"
Anthony's question should've hurt her as it would hurt other women. But for Lissa, she didn't feel anything.
Her onion skin from her youth simply thickened and she doesn't get hurt or bothered by questions like these. It doesn't matter if the question hurts her pride or is shameful enough. She simply didn't bother to care anymore. "As I've said, why would I?" She answered with a smile. "I enjoyed it."
Anthony swallowed the lump against his throat and looked at Lissa. The room was slowly warming up and it feels like something dangerous inside of him is about to burst. "You're really fucked in the head."
Lissa did nothing but smile. "So what if I am, does it bother you?"
Yes. "No." Anthony strongly denied the accusation even though it was true.
"Oh really?" Lissa run her fingers through her hair. Her gaze remained on the man in front of her, seemingly uncovering his secrets and silently reading his mind. "I think it bothers you."
Anthony looked at Lissa with piercing eyes. A stare so dangerous, similar to a madman's gaze. A look so dangerous that it reminded her of how dark Anthony can be.
"You should be scared of me. You should've gone home early and stayed away form me." He warned. Voice soft and low. "I think I'm quite similar to the man who abused you. Aren't you scared of what I may or want to do to you?"
"No."
'That's it!' Anthony fisted something from his pocket. A box of cigarette, Marlboro black. He took one from the box, placed it between his teeth and light it up. He inhaled deeply, the smoke entering his lungs and the nicotine flooded his brain.
He kept quite and held his tongue from saying anything. He didn't want to. He didn't intend to, but then...
"I'm not scared of you." She said before placing her hand on top of his thighs. "And I think... I will never be scared of you. I don't care whatever it is that you're thinking of, or what you intend to do to me. Because..."
Anthony blew out streams of smoke before looking dangerously at Lissa. He shrugged his shoulders and said nothing. But then he almost went stiff when he felt her soft fingers against his face. It traveled slowly down, crawling to his lips, then smudged against his lips, as if Lissa was purposely trying and testing him.
"...my demons play well with yours."