BECOMING HOLLI WOULD (3) (Patreon)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

BECOMING HOLLI WOULD

Part 3

In a prison cell all to herself, Holli sat on the cell’s concrete bench and cursed her luck. The one thing she should have done, the sole reason for her existence, she had failed to accomplish.

Although, unlike Casandra, she wouldn’t feel any worse than she did that night when Mickel passed her around among his friends. All those years of pain, resentment, and a thirst for revenge had led Casandra to abandon herself and get Holli to do the dirty work.

It wasn’t that it hurt Holli. It wasn’t her fault. And Casandra’s body was now hers, along with what little remained of Casandra’s memory and personality. But it did sting her arrogance and pride…

“Fuck!” Holli cursed. “How can a scumbag like Mickel be so lucky…”

Holli heard a loud hum, followed by the sound of the mechanical lock on the door leading to the women’s wing. She heard muffled footsteps and the sound of something being dragged.

Holli crossed her arms over her chest and simply shifted the way her legs were crossed. She wasn’t going to throw herself against the bars and beg for help or mercy. She almost felt like Sharon Stone, dressed in white, in elegant high heels, without panties. But in a more suggestive dress.

She saw the Deputy Inspector, a bodybuilder and former mercenary, approach, dragging a chair behind him and putting it down with the seat facing towards himself. With an air of indifference, she watched as he straddled the chair and leaned his enormous pectorals against the backrest.

He said nothing for a while. His cold eyes and expressionless face stared intently at her. It wasn’t the gaze of someone harboring lewd thoughts. Although he looked at her like a predator warning her that she was in his territory, in his domain.

Holli cursed herself again, she’d been hoping for someone she could seduce with her charms and then escape, perhaps with the taste of his penis in her mouth and leaving him with his pants down.

She wanted to avoid looking at him; she didn’t want their eyes to meet. She could feel her heart gradually pounding harder and faster.

“Don’t do it. Don’t look at him. Please… not him. You just have to look at him to know he’s a bastard with women,” the last remains of Casandra inside Holli told herself, trying to resist what her body desired. She knew she’d be just another one, a piece of meat to be discarded, and that’s what made him so irresistible.

And when, almost without realizing it, she turned to meet his gaze, he suddenly looked away. Toward the camera. Which was perfectly focused on the cell, leaving no blind spots. And he held up a twenty dollar bill.

“The bribe to turn off the cameras?” she said, not knowing why she was saying it, feeling her legs tremble slightly at the thought of what might happen from that moment on. “Are you going to force me to talk?”

“I'm Deputy Inspector Zaitegui. You can call me ‘Deputy Inspector’ or ‘Officer Zaitegui,” he said in a rough, masculine voice without lowering the bill.

“And no, this bill is my bet. In twenty minutes, I’ll walk out that door again with everything I need to know. And if you’re not lying, maybe in another twenty minutes, my partner will escort you to the exit. No charges.”

“No charges?” she said, sounding somewhat excited at first, but her voice trailed off as she watched the officer put away the bill and pull out Casandra’s ID.

“Is there still something of her left in you?” he said, tensing his facial muscles. “Or is she gone completely?”

to be continued...

PART 4

PART 2