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Monday Mayhem

Jessica Jones

Kiva's Bedroom

It is early morning andthere is a tint of gold peeking over the mountains in the east. The birds are beginning to sing there happy little tunes and the world is opening their eyes. Jessica is standing in the shadow of a huge tree. She is looking at a very large mansion about 50 yards in front of her. She is wearing black pants and a black hooded sweater.

She starts moving toward the magnificent mansion. She quietly runs up the front steps and notices a window that is cracked. Hmmm, she thinks to herself as she investigates the window. It looks like it is in some sort of office. She opens it all the way slowly ad crawls in.

The room is pretty dark but she can make out a desk and a bunch of pictures on the wall. They are all of Kiva and her little sister Kimiko. Jessica makes her way toward the door quietly. She opens the door up into the foyer. The floor is marble so very soundproof unless you have heels on. Jessica is wearing some sneakers. As she approached the grand staircase she hears someone snoring. She turns to her left and follows the sound. It comes to a big wooden door. She opens it slowly and peeks in. Two people sleep in separate feather beds. Most likely the live in main and butler.

Jessica moves on. Back towards the stairs. She goes up the stairs in a hurry, yet without a sound. She heads to the west wing. Once again she hears snoring. It is very deep and it resembles that of a lumberjack. She finds where it is coming from and opens the door. Just inside is a dresser and mirror set. The closet is wide open with the tackiest clothing in it Jessica has ever seen. Kiva defiantly has a unique sense of style. Jessica notices the balcony with the doors wide open. The curtains stand completely still without movement in any way.

Jessica focuses her attention on the large canopy bed. More though of what is in the bed. There lies Kiva snoring like a Lumber Jack. If it wasn’t for the snoring it would be a truly beautiful site. Her magnificent body is wrapped up to the waist in satin sheets. Revealing her perfect breasts. Jessica looks at her in aww. Jessica thinks: If she wasn’t my competitor I would have to come over here and pleasure that girl. Well, she will get it in a different way.

Swiftly Jessica moves towards the bed. She pulls a large seringe. She puts it directly into Kivas arm and empties it completely into Kiva bloodstream. Suddenly Kiva shoots up in her bed and looks into Jessicas eyes and then her body falls limply onto the bed. Jessica smiles in seeing the drugs take effect the way they are suppose to. Jesssica puts the seringe back into her pocket and looks around the room some more and notices a video camera and her tv on but with a black screen.

Curiously Jessica presses play. Kiva appears on the television. Looks like she made a promo last night.

Jessica: “Wow, I kept her up till 4 am. Not bad!”

Jessica listens to Kivas words with a bit of a smile on her face.

Kiva: “I like pain. I like blood and most of all, I like cuts. You see, when my mother died, I became a cutter. Do you know what that is? That is when a young man or woman begins cutting themselves in places covered by clothing with a razor blade until they are numb and feel better about themselves. Ive long since overcome this habit but I still enjoy the pain created by getting cut by sharp and dull objects alike. Getting slamed in the bed of nails was nothing to me. Sure I have plenty of gashes and bruises but I actually felt pleasure from the pain of the nails being driven through my flesh. Some have called me sadistic and sick but I feel it was my calling to enjoy such things. I dont know how to better put it.”

Jessica laughs to herself.

Jessica: “Well, then sweetie, we are thinking along the same lines. You are going to have a great time.”

Jessica continues watching.

Kiva: “But as I said before, you must embrace your true nature or you havent really won at all. You cannot win if you hold back your sick and twisted side.”

Jessica: “Well, well, you will see what I am made of now wont ya baby.”

Jessica finishes watching the tape and looks unammused.

Jessica pulls some rope out of her pocket and ties up Kivas hands and ankles. She wraps her up in her satin sheets and throws Kiva over her shoulder.

The scene cuts to a large white van parked on a dirt road. Jessica walks up with Kivas limp body draped over her shoulder. She opens the back with one hand and flops Kiva onto the floor of the van. She gets into the drivers seat and drives for about an hour. The sun is now set firmly in the sky. Jessica pulls up to a small black building. Jessica takes Kiva out of the van and takes her into the dimly lit building. She lays her out on a table and takes the bindings off. Jessica slides the satin sheet off of Kiva and takes her over to a wall. She straps her arms and legs to the wall. She is spread eagle naked on the wall.

Jessica looks at Kiva. Her long black hair drapes over her shoulder and down her chest. Such a beauty.

Jessica takes her sweater off and looks to her right. Hanging on the wall is an assortment of cutting tools. Jessica walks up to the wall and runs her finger across the knives. Just then Kiva moans and opens her eyes. She looks around trying to figure out where the hell she is. She looks at Jessica and her eyes widen. Just as Kiva tries to say something, Jessica puts a piece of duct tape across Kivas mouth.

Jessica: Well, well, how are you doing Kiva. Oh, by the way&ldots;great promo there. So you want me to take hold of who I really am&ldots;.My sick side? Well, you are going to love what I am about to do to you then. I am taking your advice and I think that you are really going to enjoy it. See all my pretty knives? They are all for you."

Jessica smiles as she takes one off the wall. The blade is long and thin. Jessica takes it and slides the blade in zig-zag across Kivas stomach. As Jessica does this Kiva moans&ldots;.in delight or in agony? Who knows? Jessica carves her body like a piece of art. Curves and twists all over. Kiva moaned the whole time and Jessica seemed to be getting off as well.

Four hours later Jessica was done and kiva looked completely drained. Jessica put all the knives back on the wall and went and put a seringe into Kivas arm and she limply hangs on the wall. Jessica takes her off the wall and leaves her lying on the floor. Jessica leaves the little house and gets into the van.

[11 am.]

Kiva awakens from her drugged sleep disoriented and bloody. Her eyes start to focus in on her surroundings and wonder where she was. Her eyes suddenly take on a look of rememberence. She gets flashbacks of the torture she endured and a slight smile of pleasure palys across her lips. She looks down at her naked body lying on the dusty concrete floor and gently touches some of the wounds. They arent deep, just flesh wounds, enough to make her bleed. She tries to stand but her legs fail her. Using her arms she slides her body across the floor to the sheet Jessica had wrapped her up in. She grabs the sheet and props herself up against the wall she had been detained on. She reaches up and grabs hold of the chains and hoists herself up. The stands there a few moments working the muscles in her legs and finally begins taking a few steps. She snatches one of the knives off the wall and looks at it, still dripping with her blood.

Kiva: Fucking twisted bitch. I knew she had it in her. I was just wondering how long it would take for her to come to terms with her darker nature. She and I are so much alike its uncanny. That tourture she put me through, such glee in her eyes, such ecstacy such joy. But she doesnt understand, my moans and writhething, it was indeed in pain but also pleasure. I am definitly looking forward to monday. She may have wounded me slightly but I will make her wish she had killed me when she had me tied up. She thinks she has given herself the advantage, has scared me but the truth is, I am like a cornered and wounded animal, dangerous and feirce. As the old saying goes, dont wound what you cant kill because in the end it will come back to haunt you.

She doesnt realize it but as she spoke out loud to herself she had wrapped the sheet up around her body and wandered out barefoot and naked save for teh sheet into the busy street. She wanders aimlessly not knowing where she is but in a direction that seems familiar. A police officer finally stops her and tells her to get in the car. He asks her what she is doing in nothing but a sheet in the middle of teh neighborhood she was in. She shrugs not saying a word about the ordeal she had been through. She just smiles with her eyes. He asks her where she lives and she tells him she is staying with her Great Aunt Simone Boricuvia. The officer's eyes grow wide.

Officer: You are staying in the Boricuvia mansion? That means you must be Kiva Boricuvia.

Kiva shakes her head.

Kiva: I once was Boricuvia. Now I am Kiva Anderson. I have taken on my grandmother's maiden name so the family fortune doesnt surface. My family may be rich but I am not one of them. I am just staying here until the company I am traveling with leaves town.

Officer: I see. Well, here you are in anycase.

Kiva opens teh door.

Kiva: Thank you officer. I will try to be more careful. Good bye sir.

She shuts the door and wanders up to her room in the large mansion and notices her cell p hone is flashing. She dials her voicemail number and listens to the message. A smile forms on her full luscious lips and she wispers something.

Kiva: I knew you'd call me baby. It may not be for what I want just yet but you will come around. I prose you that.

Kiva drops the sheet and turns on the shower. She tilts her head back in the cold running water, runs her hands over her body feeling each scabbed slice one after another. Some make her wince with pain others make her shudder with delight. She leans face first under the cold water and places her forehead against the wall, letting the water run over her unscathed back. After her shower she drresses in a pair of bright purple and black bondage pants with chains and zippers on the legs and pockets and an over sized black teeshirt. She notices the cuts on her arms still show and covers them with a pair of fishnet fingerless gloves. She throws a black silk choker on to hide teh bruises and lets her h air fall freely over her shoulders. She makes a few phone calls before finally snapping her phone shut exclaiming

Kiva: GOTCHA!

She grabs her keys off the dresser in her room and rushes out to her car. She drives for an hour before arriving just after dark at a large house. She smiles as she climbes the drainpipe up the side of the building to Jessica's room. She peers into the dark room and focuses her cat-like eyes on the large bed. It is Jessica. She is breathing heavily and all of a sudden she screams out in the darkness.

Jessica: KIVA!

She sits up suddenly and clutches at her throat gasping for breath. She gets up and goes to the bathroom adjoining the bedroom. She comes out with a glass of water and a bottle of pills. She opens it and takes two. She lays back down and falls sleep in her bed. Kiva climbs in and sits down on the edge of Jessica's bed. She wipes teh sweat from Jessica's brow and smiles down on her. She leans in close and tucks Jessica's hair behind her ear. She leans in closer still, so close that their lips are about to touch. Kiva wispers to Jessica.

Kiva: My dear dear Jessica. You have no idea how easy it would be to get back at you this moment. But it seems I may have gotten to you. You cannot get me out of your mind. You want me. You desire me. I can see it. I saw it earlier in your eyes as you looked at my naked body chained to the wall. You wanted to touch me, to feel my flesh against your lips. You want to taste me. My dear dear Jessica, in the ring, I promise you will get a taste of me. A taste of what I truly am. I may look like a nice girl but when it comes to those who have scorned me or crossed my path, I can and will unleash a fury unlike anything you have ever seen. You underestimate me, my dear Jessica.

Kiva smiles naughtily and leans in and kisses Jessica full on the lips. She closes her eyes and runs her fingers through Jessica's silky hair. She pulls back and wispers into Jessica's ear.

Kiva: Sweet dreams princess. Monday you and I will face off in the ring and the whole world will see what it is like to watch two women show their true animalistic and barbaric sides. And I...I will finally gain the full interest fo my beloved.

Kiva backs away and looks around the room. she sees a pair of denim jeans and a pink teeshirt with the lettering spelling out "Don't TRust Me" spelled out across the chest. She snatches it up and exits the room. She climbs back down the drain pipe and hurridly exits the property.

Kiva: I think I will make a few alterations and wear this to the ring Monday.

She laughs out loud as she drives off into the darkness of the night.