Kat pulled off her gloves and then unbuttoned her coat. She removed it and laid it on the large arm chair that set across the room from the sofa. She never took her eyes off Frederick and found herself wondering just who this man was. It was all so surreal to her. He just wasn’t the Frederick she had always known and loved.
She approached the sofa and tried to decide what to do. She had told the clerk that coffee would help so maybe she should make a big pot full. She walked into the next room and found that it was a bedroom. The next door she tried turned out to be another very large bedroom that looked definitely used. Clothes were scattered all over the place. There seemed to be only a man’s clothes lying about even though there were a lot of women’s clothes hanging in the wardrobe. Finally Kat found the kitchen. It was equipped with all of the luxuries of a fine kitchen. In no time at all coffee was made and Kat poured the piping hot liquid into a large coffee mug. She picked it up and walked back into the living room, where Frederick was still lying motionless on the sofa. She set the mug down on the table and she reached over and shook Frederick. Each time she shook him she did it a little harder than the last time. It seemed that he would never wake up, but then suddenly he murmured something. She called his name several times and he finally opened his eyes and looked at her.
“Frederick, please sit up and drink this coffee that I made for you.”
“What? What?”
“Wake up and drink this coffee. I don’t know why you are in the shape you’re in, but you need to drink some coffee to help clear your mind.”
“I don’t want to clear my mind. I’m looking at an angel. Oh, my darling Prissy. You came back to me.”
“Frederick, I’m not Prissy, I’m Katherine.”
“Oh no you’re not, you’re the one I love most in this world. I know! This is one of those games that you like to play where you pretend to be someone else.”
Frederick grabbed hold of Kat and pulled her down on top of him. She struggled to get up but he just held her tighter. He took her face in his hands and whispered to her as a lover whispers to his sweetheart.
“Frederick, I am not your Prissy! Listen to me. You have to get it through your head that I am not Prissy. Let go of me. You’re hurting me and you’re scaring me.”
Katherine was almost screaming by now. A panic had set in and she couldn’t get him to understand that she wasn’t Prissy. The more she struggled the tighter he held her. Suddenly he rolled over the edge of the sofa and landed on top of her on the floor.
“You’ve been a very bad girl Prissy. You broke my heart by telling me that you were going away with someone else. Now here you are back again. You can’t do this to me. You know how much I love you and how much I have missed feeling your body close to mine. My darling Prissy, tell me that you will never leave me again. Please say it.”
“Frederick! Hear me out. I am not, Prissy! I am Katherine, Katherine Poole. You have to - .”
“No! I don’t have to anything. You’ve been rotten to me Prissy and now it’s time for me to hurt you as much as you hurt me.”
Frederick leaned over to the side of Kat and before she knew what was happening he grabbed hold of the collar of her dress and suddenly the dress was torn in two and as quickly, so were the undergarments that she wore. He was just too big of a man for her to push away. She fought him like a tiger but to no avail. In seconds her worst nightmare came true. He had totally removed her clothes and her panties. Somehow he had found the strength to hold her down all the while unbuttoning his trousers. Her screams only seemed to heighten the intensity of his goal. He laughed and told her (Prissy), that he loved this kind of a game. It made his sexuality burst alive. It was only when he had satisfied his lust that he finally lay quietly sleeping.
Kat pushed at his heavy body and was able to slide out from underneath him. She couldn’t see anything for the tears in her eyes. Dear God, what had just happened? Who was this terrible monster that I thought I could help? She picked up her dress and with the hem of it she wiped the tears from her eyes.
“Look what you have done to my dress you monster. Why did you do this Frederick? I loved you. How can I ever look at you again? I didn’t bring another dress. How will I get home with nothing to wear? I don’t know what to do. Oh heaven help me.”
She suddenly felt all of the blood drain out of her head and slowly became aware that she was slipping down onto the floor. The last thought she had was of a love that had been torn from her and if she was dying she would accept that.
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