Christopher rang Abigail’s doorbell. After a week of giving her the disaffected bad boy routine, he was certain that tonight was the night. She invited him over to dinner and told him to bring the booze. She answered the door wearing a silky green top and linen slacks.
They kissed and he made himself comfortable on her sofa while she finished preparing dinner. He sipped his bloody Mary and thumbed through magazines while he waited. Abigail came out of the kitchen and ran downstairs to the basement. She ran back upstairs and announced that dinner was served.
“Do you like the dressing,” she asked as they munched their salads.
“It’s very light and creamy,” he said, biting into the lettuce.
“I hope you like your steak rare, “she said.”
“I’m glad you know how to treat red meat.”
Suddenly, she got up and ran down to the basement again. Christopher continued to work on his salad. After a moment, he heard noises coming from the basement. He got up and walked to the stairs. He stood in silence for a moment and caught bits and pieces of the conversation that was coming from the basement.
“I told you to…” You can eat in ….. Uh huh…uh huh. Well, I have a date.”
Christopher heard the door slam and he rushed back to his seat. Abigail retuned and she served the main course.
“Is everything okay,” he asked as they nibbled at the meal she had prepared.
“Yeah, it’s fine. Do you remember how I was telling you about Rachel…that supervisor at work that I didn’t like?”
“Oh, yeah …I think so.”
“Well, I’ve got her tied up in the basement.”
He laughed covering his mouth with his napkin.
She just looked at him.
“She gave me my quarterly review and told me that I wasn’t getting a raise. She basically told me I suck at my job. So, I waited for her in the parking lot and hit her over the head with a tire iron, put her in my trunk and dragged her down to the basement. I’ve got her tied to the radiator down there. I’m pretty sure that it will hold her. Do you want more water?”
“No, I’m good. So um. What is your goal in all of this? I mean are you looking to get the raise…or just an apology…” he said looking down at his food.
“Well, at this point I figure I’ll just torture her for about a week and then whack her. I mean, I can’t let her go she’ll go to the cops.”
“What about the cops,” Christopher asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I mean, aren’t you afraid of being caught with her tied up in your basement?
“Not really, no one knows she’s here.”
“But mightn’t someone suspect you?
“I don’t think so,” she shrugged. “Do you want some more peas?”
“No thanks,” he said with a sly smile. “Why don’t I make us some more drinks?”
‘She has an interesting strategy,’ he thought as he mixed the drinks. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do here, she was clearly into S and M and this was some sort of seduction strategy. He returned to the dining room with the drinks, but she was gone. He followed the noise of her voice down to the basement.
He stood on the stairs shocked to see Abigail standing over a small blonde woman with a whip.
“What did you mean when you said I didn’t know what the word ‘team’ meant,” Abigail asked.
“I’m sorry,” the woman said.
“I didn’t ask you for an apology, I asked you for an answer, you condescending cunt.”
Abigail smacked the woman several times with the whip.
Christopher backed up the stairs. He sat in the living room wondering what to do. He wanted to sleep with Abigail, but he was afraid she might kill him.
Abigail returned to the dining room, sweating heavily.
She gulped down a glass of water and then the drink that Christopher had made for her.
“So, I just bought, LA LA Land, do you want to watch it?”
They sat together on the sofa and watched as the happy cast members danced their way through traffic.
When Mia and Sebastian kissed, Abigail inched closer to him. Christopher and Abigail followed the films lead and began kissing. She lead him into the bedroom. When they were finished Abigail fell asleep and Christopher snuck down to the basement. The blond woman was crying hysterically.
He went outside and sat in his car for a long moment wondering if he should call the police. He decided it was best not to get in the middle of a catfight and he drove away, checking his Tinder app as he headed for the highway.