Chapter 3: The Professor & His Pets
Professor Moriarty looked up from his work bench, trying to find the ringing
phone beneath the scattered pile of paper and printed circuit boards. He hated
to be interrupted in his work. Sex and his work were the be all and end all of
his life, all else was immaterial. And he had managed to combine the two in his
latest project.
At sixty years of age, he was a retired social recluse with few relatives and
even fewer friends. He was surprised at first by the foreign sound that flooded
his laboratory. It was only later that he recognized it as the sound of his
ringing phone, which had not been used for weeks.
His curiosity took hold as he wondered who could be ringing him. Perhaps it was
a wrong number, but as the unfound phone continued to ring persistently, he
rummaged through his work papers and junk to find the receiver simply to end
this confounding irritation. At last he found the phone cord and roughly jerked
the receiver from under a pile of books.
Moriarty: "Hello, who's this, you have the wrong number." He said crossly.
He was greeted by a vaguely familiar feminine voice: "Good evening, is that
Professor Moriarty please?"
Moriarty was amused that this person knew him enough to greet him by his title,
and he softened his tone; "Yes, how may I help you?"
Madame Tussard: "Oh Professor Moriarty, its so nice to hear your voice again, it
is Madame Tussard from Cleo's"
He smiled to himself as he finally remembered where he heard the voice from.
Until the recent incident, he had always enjoyed the services rendered by
Cleo's. The agency supplied him with a steady stream of beautiful young models
to satiate his constant and growing need for sex. But they were expensive and he
knew that he was a virtual hostage to their services, much like a cocaine addict
was held hostage by the crack dealer. Cleo's was the best, and there was no
substitute for the quality of girls they supplied. He had tried been severely
disappointed when he tried the much cheaper escort services who supplied him
with cheap slabs of unpalatable meat.
But the problem was that having retired from the academic world without a steady
pay-cheque, he knew his limited savings (substantive though they were), could
not sustain his insatiable hunger and appetite indefinitely. What he needed was
a good, cheap substitute, and there was none, at least not until his new project
would be completed.
Moriarty: "Yes I remember, the modeling agency....wait a minute, I thought you
blacklisted me after the last job. Why are you still calling me?"
Madame Tussard: "Black list you? Good havens no, who in the world could have
told you that?"
Moriarty : "You of cause."
Madame Tussard: "You must be mistaken, you are one of our most important
clients. Anyway I called in to see how you are and whether you are still in need
of our services."
Moriarty's pulse raced. The call could not have come at a better time when he
had just completed his project. "Well I am in need of a model this evening, if
there is one available. She must be young, and beautiful, preferably brunette."
Madame Tussard: "As a matter of fact we have a new model who just joined Cleo's
today and I think you will simply adore her. Shall I e-mail her portfolio to
you?"
Moriarty: "Yes, use the old e-mail address, and stay on the line, I'll just hop
over to my computer."
Madame Tussard: "The file should be coming through now, got it?"
Moriarty squinted through his thick glasses as he clicked on the portfolio and
flipped through the photos: "Mmmmm yes, she will do deliciously. Can she be here
this evening by 9PM?"
Madame Tussard: "Yes, that can be arranged, at the usual fee."
Moriarty: "Ok send her over. I want exclusivity over this one"
Madame Tussard: "You know Professor Moriarty, as a gesture of goodwill and to
make up for our embarrassing error we can also waive the usual agency policies
for this assignment, at an additional fee of cause."
Moriarty: "You mean you are finally willing to dispense with those confounded
agency rules? Great, how much?"
Madame Tussard: "For an additional 2k, you can have her all to yourself with no
strings attached. The agency Limo will leave immediately after dropping her off,
and her agency mobile will be inconveniently low on batteries. We will leave it
to you to entertain her with your usual assortment of cocktails. In short you
will have Rachel all to yourself to do with as you please."
Moriarty licked his lips in anticipation, at last he could turn his fantasies
into reality. He could hardly wait for the evening to begin.
Moriarty: "Excellent, make sure she is not late."
As he hung up, Moriarty made his way down to the bowels of the castle. There was
much to be done in preparation for tonight. He had to run some final tests on
the simulator, and it was also feeding time for his pets.
Yes, his pets, they were his creation and they had been alone for so long.
Finally they would have some company. As he neared their sleeping quarters, they
could smell and sense his approach. The putrid stench of death and decay filled
the air but Moriarty did not notice, he had long since grown accustomed to this
environment. Already he could hear the scratching and clawing of eager hands
behind the huge oak door.
"Slowly my pets, you are hungry, bona petit." He opened a window in the huge oak
door and tossed the carcasses of several pigs and chickens into the pit. It was
too dark in the pit for him to see, but all at once he could hear the scampering
of feet and the crunching or bones as the unholy creatures within ate their
fill.
"Tonight, you will have something alive and much tastier." He promised as he
shut the window."
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