A Dream Chapter 4

Violet made her way down the corridor to car 44. She was running a little late and her body ached a little but she has always believed she is worth the wait to any man. The train suddenly lurched forward knocking her to the ground. There was a loud thud and the sound of the train screeching to a halt.
“Shit!” Violet realized she had scraped her knee and torn her nylons in the process. Just then the train jerked forward and begin slowly moving. “That’s odd” she thought to herself. From her periphery she could see what appeared to be a figure climbing aboard the train. Hurriedly she resumed her journey to dining car 44.
Just as she approached the sliding door that leads to the dining car she was grabbed from behind and pulled into a nearby supply closet. A large hand closed on her mouth and another around her waist. She could feel his hot, heavy breath on the back of her neck. His hands smelled like dirt and potatoes but there was a faint hint of something else, something sweet and familiar.
“I know who you are and I know what you did and we are going to make sure you pay” The voice was thick and raspy as though her attacker were trying to mask his true voice. She could feel spittle on her cheek as he spoke. She could also tell the impact her fear was having on the man as he ground his pelvis into her behind and his semi erect penis rubbed against her. “Your skin is very soft” he said.
Seeing an opportunity Violet leaned into her attacker. Meeting the pressure from his hips with her own. She opened her mouth slightly and let her tongue graze his fingertips. She could feel his grip on her mouth loosen. She arched her back a little in order to add just the right inspiration for his next thought. She could feel his breath begin to quicken and his grip continue to loosen. Once she was able to get her right hand free she slowly reached back between his legs and begin to stroke her attacker. She could feel him succumb. Her master had now become her servant.
She turned and faced him. He was big. Big all over. Even his facial features were big. He had a heavy brow with thick bushy eyebrows. His jawline was square and so was the shape of his head. There was deep anger in his eyes and his face seamed to hold a permanent scowl. She put her left hand gingerly on his cheek to trace what appeared to be an old knife wound while still stroking his member with her right.
Violet knew she had this man under her spell. This, this moment was something she was good at, she was truly a master. She ran her tongue across his top lip and she felt his body quiver. It wouldn’t be long before the shakes began. She focused her energy on her hands and fingertips. Just as the final wave was to come crashing down on her would be attacker she reached into the back of her shirt and pulled out a small curved blade not much bigger than her pinky. Violet used the small hook on the blade to secure it to her middle finger and as she stroked him one last time she shove the blade deep into his scrotum slicing the skin while embedding the blade in his pelvis. When pulling the blade out she cut deeper into his body to sever an artery.
Instantly he fell to his knees. Tears mingled with snot as he tried to cry out in pain. He reached out to Violet but the pain was too much making his grip weak. Violet tried to back away but there just wasn’t enough room in the small closet. She watched as the man grasped for her while gasping for his last gulp of air. When the last signs of life left his large body Violet stepped over his slumped body and pulled the door open but not before removing the personal effects of the large man. His belongings were pretty standard. He had a wallet, passport and a folded manila envelope. There was no time to look through his things now. Surely someone would be along soon.
Covered in the dead man’s blood Violet quickly made her way back to her room and closed the door behind her. Uncertain of what else may lay ahead of her she quickly changed her clothes opting to wear a pair of pants rather than the classic Channel suit she originally intended.
“I though this part of my life was over” She said to herself.
Not certain if her potential male suitor had anything to do which her friend in the closet she decided she would play it safe. She summoned Mel and asked him to send a message to the man in dining car 44 advising him that she was feeling a little under the weather and that maybe they could meet for breakfast.
Violet knew it was only a matter of time before someone found the big guys body in the supply closet. She had to get off this train and quick. The last thing she needed in her life was some nosey cop asking questions trying to drudge her past. She packed a bag of things she would need and threw the bag over her shoulder. Although Violet loves nice things she knows how to minimize in the case of an emergency. She pulled out her laptop and checked her account making sure she had enough liquid assets in case she had to make a quick escape from the country. She sent Toby a coded text message and left her room.
She quickly made her way to the cargo hold of the train. The last car of the train held several large trunks. Violet found the one marked L.B. and opened it. The last vestiges of a life she thought she was leaving behind. She laughed to herself remembering the discussion she had with Toby about getting rid of this stuff. The consummate boy-scout Toby encouraged her to keep it “Just in case”. She would have to but him a very special present as a thank you.
Repacking her things into a large backpack and removing new supplies form the trunk and packing those as well Violet made her way to the rear door of the train. She stepped out on the small deck, the wind blowing her hair forward she took a moment to say a small personal prayer. She could smell the water as the breeze danced across the Mississippi as she opened her eyes the train was approaching the bridge. Just as the middle of the bridge was approaching Violet took a deep breath and jumped.