Nightmare Creatures

Massimo Milano smiled eagerly to himself as he carefully removed the voice-encoder from the mouth piece of his phone. Business had been brisk at Cleo’s and he had been busy playing the role of Madame Tussard as liaison between his clients and the models. Until this day, no one knew that he was actually the real person behind the sweet soothing voice of Madame Tussard. Not his clientele and definitely not the models in Cleo’s employ.

Yes, life was good at Cleo’s and it would be doubly sweet victory if he could get his clutches again onto Rachel Greene. Just when he thought he saw the last of her, fate lent him a hand and delivered her back into his clutches.

The stunning brunette had proven to be a source of sexual frustration for him and he was still salvaging his badly bruised ego after her repeated rejections of his advances.

Who the hell did she think she was, to turn her nose in the air and reject the great Massimo Milano. He was the genius who launched thousands of careers on international cat-walks, and had bedded the most beautiful women in the world. No one had the audacity to say no to him. No one except Rachel Greene.

Circulating the fake pictures of her on the internet was a small consolation. He derived some satisfaction watching her career crumble over night. But It did not satiate his growing hunger for her. If anything, the fake nude pictures only served to fan the burning lust within him and his craving for this sweet dessert that was always just beyond his reach. So, she thought she was too good for him did she? He wanted to see the arrogant ice princess humiliated and reduced to a whimpering mass of jello.

He drummed his fingers absently on the table as he tried to work out a devilishly fitting Discreet Assignment for Rachel. She must be tortured, he wanted her to suffer and experience the same burning lust and desire that had consumed him these past few months. She must feel the unfulfilled hunger that haunted him. And of cause, it would be the piece de resistance if he could finally personally consummate his desire. 

But he also knew that he could not recommend Rachel to himself. She would take flight immediately at the first sight of him and he would have lost a golden opportunity forever. No, this required some strategy and manipulation which could only be achieved through his guise as Madame Tussard. He knew he already had part of her trust and must take advantage of this existing leverage to consolidate his position.

He reached for the black book that contained his black-listed clients, determined to find a fate worst then death for the very source of his unfulfilled lust. These were usually the clients that had such unusual and perverse fetishes that even he found it difficult to conduct business with. What would be a fitting assignment for Ms Greene? This will be fun, he smiled to himself as he flipped through the pages.

How about Mr Marx who was into snuff? No, he did not want to lose a prized asset. Besides, the last assignment with Mr Marx involved the authorities and no end of paper work to cover up the mess.

His fingers came to rest on the initials of Mr Salim. This was a potential, Mr Salim was into bestiality. He was very wealthy and owned a secluded stable with horses, pigs and dogs. Massimo wet his lips in morbid anticipation as he pictured Rachel nude and filthy, down on all fours and mounted from the rear by a huge sheep dog. 

But he paused in mid-thought. The last model he referred there was physically scarred and underwent several weeks of extensive reconstructive surgery to her reproductive organs. She became a defective product, a non-performing asset. No, he could not risk it, he wanted to teach Rachel Greene a lesson, but he also saw her as a potential financial investment which he would use, abuse and discard. Perhaps he would save this for her final assignment, but not for her first initiation.

Moving further down the list Massimo also skipped Sam Smith who had a morbid fascination with necrophilia. This particular gentleman got his kicks in grave yards and expected the models to engage in various unmentionable acts with cadavers. Which was fine with Massimo. The only problem was that Mr Smith would also ritually behead the model and engage in sexual intercourse with the beheaded corpse as a grand finale. 

Massimo signed in frustration. Virtually all the blacklisted clients were fascinated with violent, destructive acts which would physically and permanently damage his prized product. He was about to give-up when his eyes caught the initials of Professor Moriarty at the bottom of the page. 

A fiendish smile flooded his face as he nodded to himself, yes, this would be a fitting Discreet Assignment for Rachel Greene.

Placing the voice encoder back on the phone mouth-piece, he proceeded to dial the numbers which would seal Rachel’s fate.

----------------------Scene Switch to Professor Moriarty’s secluded castle--------------------