• Prudence

    Prudence: Chapter 7c

    Quinn remains on the floor, shivering. The bile is acrid in his mouth. He doesn’t know how long he has sat here, or how long he’ll remain. Maybe come the morning when they clean up, they’ll find him still here, and sweep him out with the rest of the trash. He hears the door open. There’s a distinctly girlish giggle. Then a guy’s voice, young and unsure: ‘Hang on. I’ll check.’ Footsteps hurry into the bathroom. Then: ‘All clear!’ Quinn recognises that sharper clip of high heels across the floor. The door closes. Bodies collide. Breathlessness. The smacking of lips. Both sets of footsteps shuffling back. The door in the…

  • Prudence

    Prudence: Chapter 7b

    Marcus circles the table, exaggerating his calculations to sink the black. It sits in the middle of the table, the cue ball not ten inches from it, and perfectly aligned with the corner pocket. It’s the simplest shot. Some of the women jeer. Holly, arms folded across her chest, sniffles, her eyes brimming. Any protectiveness he might’ve felt earlier, any compassion, is gone now. He’s enjoyed the tussle with her. More importantly, he’s enjoyed beating her. He sees himself fucking her bent over the table while everybody else watches – a crowning glory to his victory. He knows he won’t – at least not tonight. Perhaps it’s another fantasy to…