Eva fondled him a little more...then leaned down, looked and mumbled,"Helmet...little helmet." She straightened up, smiled and backed away...folding her arms.
Frank saw the look on her face and asked,"What's wrong?" Eva stiffened and said,"I have a few questions." Frank was confused. He looked down at his half erect member and back up at her, saying,"Questions...what questions?"
Eva asked,"Did you fight in the war?" Frank grumbled,"What the hell does the damn war have to do with sex?" Eva twirled her hair with her right hand fingers and said,"Sex has everything to do with war...just answer the question."
Frank looked up at his shackled wrists and then to her. He felt a little worried now. Thinking,"Is this some crazed American/Nazi bitch who is into torture?" He said in a firm, loud tone,"Unshackle me....now...this is over."
Eva lowered her head...turned her eyes up to him, saying in confident tone,"You will answer my questions and you will have marvelous sex after I am satisfied with your truthful answers."
Frank was getting mad! He twisted and turned to no avail. The shackles were tight and he was trapped. Eva began pacing back and forth in the mirrored room. Frank was looking all around...seeing every side of her. She walked gracefully and she looked extremely sexy but Frank was really starting to not like this woman at all.
Eva spoke out...repeating,"Did you fight in the war?" Frank gave her a quick, short,"Yes." Eva smiled, looked in his angry eyes and asked,"Where did you fight?" Frank gritted his teeth, exhaled hard and said,"Italy...then France...then the Bulge...then right up that Nazi bastards ass!"
Frank looked at her with a glare and said,"The 101st. Airborne killed more Krauts than Carter's got liver pills." Eva grinned and said,"Ah...a paratrooper." She giggled, saying,"You look like your still hanging on to that parachute."
Frank looked up at his shackles and back at her, saying,"Yeah...funny...next question?" Eva grinned wide and asked,"Did you enjoy killing?"
Frank grumbled back quickly,"Yes....every fucking shot, stab and blast!" Small tears of anger formed in his eyes as he said,"Better them than me." Eva thought for a moment, turned away and asked,"Why did you kill and enjoy it?"
"For freedom...it's the fucking price of peace dammit....the price of peace,"Frank growled. Eva dropped her folded arms...pulled apart her gown and let it fall to the floor. Frank stared at her perfect body...she was Venus! She softly said,"The greatest cowards in the world have said exactly the same thing."
Frank shook the chains as he tried to lunge at her, screaming,"Me and my buddies were not cowards you whore....I'll fucking kill you!" Eva laughed loud and folded her arms again. She asked,"Kill me....am I a threat to your freedom...your peace?"
Frank snarled,"Well I am bound up and I don't feel the least bit fucking peaceful right now."
Eva quickly asked,"How many men did you kill for freedom and peace?" Frank quickly responded,"Maybe 60....maybe 50...hell, I don't know exactly." Eva looked in his eyes and said,"Let's say you killed 55...those men could have become future fathers....why in a few hundred years....thousands of people would exist...Frank, frankly...you have illuminated the possibility of thousands so you could come home to eat hamburgers and drink beer with your buddies in sweet freedom and peace."
Frank was steaming mad! He screamed,"Our guys died too....you fucking dare spew your trash about my fallen comrades...they were brave and honorable soldiers!" Eva stepped a little closer to him and said,"And those who died for their country....were they not brave and honorable?"
Frank was stunned by her question. His mind raced and searched for an answer. He found his thoughts back in the war. He was in Bastogne...a German soldier's face flashed...one he had stabbed...blue eyes..fading life out of blue eyes.
Frank's voice trembled slightly as he said,"Our guys died for freedom....the Nazis died for power." Eva shook her head and said,"No Frank...all soldiers die to fill coffers of greed and power...read a little history."
Frank whined,"I...don't...fucking...care...and I don't even want to have sex with you...I want to leave...now!"
Comments
Yume1254 | July 1, 2012 - 20:39
The tension builds quite nicely.
Be sure to give your writing a proofread i.e.
'Evan began pacing back and forth in the mirrored room.'
and
'Eve stepped a little closer to him...'
Y.
Larkin Williamson | July 1, 2012 - 22:10
Thank you Yume. :o)