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Gemma Arterton by Vincent Peters

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"I did no such thing!" Helene roared, a strange sound coming from such a small woman. Saying that Helene had seduced him was going too far and Helene would take no more of it, especially from some girl that didn't know anything about what had really happened. Helene was livid. "So, yes, you are deluded. Would you like to know what really happened?" She asked, a cruel smile in place. She was only partly right. Richard had fucked her beneath Helene's very feet, but she did no luring or seducing and this woman was about to get a wake up call. 

"Would you like to know what your precious Richard did?" She asked again, but not giving her enough time to answer. "First, I should probably tell you I've known Richard since I was a child. I grew up with him, knew where he lived and everything long before either of us came to Bordertown. He murdered my brother," she spat, the hand holding the gun shaking with rage. "I hadn't spoken to Richard until two weeks ago when he came in my diner. He ordered coffee and then demanded that I close my diner after embracing me from behind. Knowing what he did to my brother, I did was I was told and locked up the diner. And then he held me against this very counter, kissed me, and stripped me against my wishes." She sneered at the woman, not caring if she believed her or not. 

"And yesterday," she paused. She felt like she should lean in and whisper, but she stayed as far away from her as she could. "He came into the diner during the lunch rush, practically proclaiming his love for me in front of everyone present, looking at me with those mooning eyes, though don't worry, he doesn't love me. He just likes to torture me. He told me he would come back for me that night, that he would serenade me with songs until I opened my doors for him. And then he came, just like he promised, and told me that he wanted me."

Helene knew that her words were dangerous, that they could push this woman over the edge, but why should she hold anything back. "He said that he wanted me on my knees for him, begging for him. I pulled a gun on him," she gave the gun a little squeeze. "And he took it from me, turned it on me and fucked me at gun point for hours." She spit out these last few words, anger thick in her voice.

"So as you can see, I didn't do a damn thing to seduce him. I don't want Richard," she growled. "I never want to see that monster ever again. I don't want to hear his fucking name. You can keep that bastard, and keep him far away from me." She took another step away from the counter, noticing that the woman had moved closer to counter that lifted up and let someone behind to the register and kitchen.

Confrontations || Emma & Helene

Emma could hardly control herself when Helene burst out laughing. Her lip twitched as she forced herself to remain behind the counter instead of throwing herself over the counter and wringing the woman’s neck. Her anger was beginning to fully consume her to the point that Emma didn’t even notice the subtle movement of her arm as she reached for her gun. So, as she remained blissfully unaware of the fact that Helene could easily end her life in a matter of seconds, there was no change to her behavior.

She simply rolled her eyes when the woman told her she didn’t want Richard. Bullshit, she thought, but for a moment she bit back her words so that she could hear whatever pathetic retort Helene would have. And, as was expected, she was not impressed. Emma scoffed quietly at the notion that Helene deserved a medal for not blowing her brains out. What was she going on about? Whores like her didn’t feel guilty after fucking a stranger, she was sure of it. It was all a show.

It was only when Helene referred to her mind as ‘deluded’ that Emma truly reacted. She slammed her free hand on the counter and bent further over the counter. “I am not deluded,” she hissed. “I know what you did. You lured him in here, the same way you did two weeks ago! You seduced him and fucked him, probably right in this disgusting excuse for a diner.” With each word her voice became louder and harsher, and before long she was yelling at her. She took a side step so that she was closer to the opening that allowed access behind the counter. Her hand on the counter raised up and pointed at Helene accusingly. “You ruined everything!” She screamed in anger and desperation.

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Suddenly it was very clear why this woman was so angry and Helene couldn't help but burst out into laughter. This crazy little tart thought that Helene actually wanted Richard? That was a laugh. Though she was laughing she kept her eyes on the woman. "I get it. You're Richard's woman, then, aren't you?" She asked, not really needing an answer from the girl. She raised her eyebrow seeing that the other woman was leaning against the counter and leaned slightly away. "I have a little secret for you." 

She pulled out the gun from the counter as soon as she heard her say that she was going to stay until Helene got what she deserved, but she kept it hidden down by her side where it was still out of view. "I don't want Richard. I never did and I never will. You can keep that vile excuse for an elf, because I want nothing to do with him or his cock, do you understand me?" Her tone was harsh and clipped, full of angry and even hatred. Her hand clenched around the gun, trying to calm herself down. This little girl had no idea what she was talking about and it was really pissing Helene off. 

"Get what I deserve," she muttered under her breath. "Tell me, girl. What exactly do I deserve? A medal for not blowing my brains out after what he did to me? Therapy, maybe? Do you even know what happened last night, I mean what really happened and not whatever your deluded little mind has created?" She asked in a condescending tone, her eyes alight with anger.

Confrontations || Emma & Helene

It was unclear how exactly Emma expected Helene to react to her threats. In her mind she pictured her as a whore, someone who threw herself at every attractive man who walked through the doors of her diner. In truth she didn’t look all that scandelous, but Emma refused to see her as anything but a horrid woman who cared little for how her actions affected others. She couldn’t afford to to spare her any sympathy.

A slight of a smirk appeared on her face when Helene ordered everyone to leave. It became obvious that she was the type of slut that wanted to keep up a mask of innocence and hide her dirty deeds. Probably better for business, she thought. That gave Emma a one up, for even though she didn’t want to admit Richard had broken his promise to remain faithful she would openly do so if it could be a form of revenge.

When at last all of the patrons had left the diner Emma’s smirk faded and her scowl returned. Helene’s cold statement made the blood in her veins boil up. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fist tighter around her switchblade. “Oh, I’d say anything involving Richard’s cock is my fucking business,” she retorted, her voice becoming increasingly frantic and hateful. Her nostrils flared with every exhale as she glared down the woman. She took a step closer towards the counter so that her body was pressing against the edge. “He is mine, and I will not tolerate some fucking tramp throwing herself at him.

Helene’s request was met with a cold laugh. Emma shook her head and leaned forward slightly over the counter. “I don’t think I will, actually,” she chided. “I’m not leaving until I’m sure you get exactly what you deserve.”

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Helene froze as she looked down at the seething woman, trying to grasp that someone actually knew about last night, about what Richard and she had done. And what was worse, she seemed so angry about it, not sympathetic in the slightest, which only made her feel guiltier. At her threat to tell everyone in the diner, Helene snapped, her gaze no longer guilty or fearful, just angry. She snapped her head up and looked around the diner; it wasn't too crowded and most people seemed to be finished, the only exceptions poking at a little bit of food that was left on their plate. "Everyone out. Now." She said loudly, her voice commanding. People looked up startled, but when they saw the expression on her face and her hardened eyes, they quickly gathered their things and left. 

Once the place was empty, her gaze returned to her unwelcome guest. "I don't know what the fuck you think happened last night," she started. With how angry the girl was, Helene didn't honestly know what she thought happened. A hard edge was in her voice as she spoke to the girl; her feelings from last night and the fact she hadn't had Hypnol to dull them making her sound colder than she usually would have. "But it's none of your fucking business." 

Helene would have been foolish to think this conversation would end there, that was the reason she had told everyone to leave. She didn't know what this girl was capable of, but with the crazed look in her eye, she didn't underestimate her. Helene moved to where she was further behind the counter and her hand couldn't be seen and rested her palm on the handle of her gun, just in case things escalated. She wasn't going to take any chances, not today. "Now, I have a business to run and I'd appreciate it if you left the way you came." Her voice was calm, controlled, and cold this time.

Confrontations || Emma & Helene

There was not a bone in Emma’s body that believed Richard would force himself on anyone. Not because she believed he was above such an act (she had been the one to clean his victims blood off of his clothing, after all), but because she couldn’t imagine why anyone would need to be forced. He was gorgeous and devilishly charismatic, she knew that first had. But what’s more, she couldn’t begin to process the possibility that he would go to anyone else for that sort of pleasure after what had happened between them in the past few weeks. 

No, in Emma’s mind the only reason he would have cheated on her was because some horrible woman seduced him beyond reason. And for that reason, Helene was the enemy. She had yet to even confront the woman yet she already hated her with a fiery passion. She stood by the counter, fuming to the point that if she were a cartoon character steam would have shot out her ears. So, when the woman she had snapped at revealed herself to be the Helene in question it was all she could do not to fling herself at her and start throwing punches. Somehow she managed to refrain, though she still kept a tight grip on her switchblade.

“I know what you were up to last night,” Emma hissed through clenched teeth. Her glare bore holes into Helene’s head as her mind played throught he horrible possibilities of her and Richard’s night together. Her heart heaved when she pictured him with someone other than her. He loved her, he said so himself! Why would he do something like that to hurt her? To betray her! No! She thought. It’s all her fault! “You despicable, filthy skank! I ought to make sure every single customer in here knows just what sort of person owns their favorite little diner.” Her eyes were alight with a crazed flame and her knuckles were ghost white. 

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Helene had been in a sea of self-loathing ever since Richard had come and fucked her on the floor, but she was doing everything possible to forget about it, throwing herself into work completely, anything to distract herself from what had happened beneath her feet. He had given back her gun, thank the gods, but he had emptied it. That would have been a problem, but the first thing Helene did the morning after Richard left was go and get more ammo, making herself feel safer despite the fact that the gun hadn’t really been much help in the first place. She was tempted to get another gun, but she didn’t have that kind of money to waste when she still had a perfectly working gun in her hands.

The whole night after he left, she had spent cleaning it, not wanting any trace of that night to remain on the gun, not even a fingerprint of his. After she’d cleaned the gun, she holed herself up in her room, making sure every single door was locked, every single window barred. Short of someone blowing the door down, no one was getting in thanks to the charms she had placed at every possible entry. She dug under her couch for her stash of Hypnol, but was devastated to see that it had been depleted over the past two weeks. She was without drugs and forced to relive the memories that Richard had given her. She had managed to get this done before she had to work at the diner, letting Mary handle things for the first hour or so while it was still pretty dead before the breakfast rush.

She had managed most of the day without having a breakdown at what had happened, even managing to give a smile and laugh at a few patrons’ bad jokes. It was taking a toll on her, though, she hadn’t had her drugs yet and now was a time that she desperately needed them, so in between her fake smiles and even faker laughs Helene was on edge.  

Helene barely spared the door a glance as the bell sounded, confident that Richard wouldn’t be back so soon if he came back at all, so she was caught by surprise when a very angry woman stormed up to her, asking where “that Helene woman” was. Helene frowned down at the woman, not liking her tone or what Helene thought was a crazy look in her eye. She had half a mind to tell everyone to shuffle out, especially after the angry woman shoved through her patrons without so much as a glance. Helene turned to face the woman fully before answering. “I’m that Helene woman,” she said, looking down her nose at her. If the woman proved to be too dangerous, Helene always had her gun, which she had put back under the register. “What do you want to know?”

Confrontations || Emma & Helene

The first week after Emma had returned to Richard’s apartment had been heaven. Her long lost baby brother was back, and even after all the years they spent apart they were still just as close as the day she had left. What’s more, Richard had pampered her to no end. He made meals for her, helped her with chores, and constantly showered her with affection. Most importantly, though, he had proclaimed his love for her. For so long she had dreamed of what hearing that would feel like, but in truth none of those fantasies could compare to how her soul was lifted when it became reality. The whole week was perfectly surreal, and she enjoyed every minute of it.

However, all good things had to come to an end. One night when Richard returned from work there was something different about him, something that didn’t quite fit in to their ‘new life’. Upon closer inspection throughout the night she became more aware of the ugly truth. His shirt had the faint smell of perfume, one that was not her own (but thankfully not the same disgustingly strong scent Teresa wore). But what really sent her over the edge was the sight of his back. She caught a glance of it during their nightly love-sessions, and founded herself disgusted by the marks that were there. They were fresh, and certainly not her own. She nearly gagged then and there. It was only Richard’s fantastic ability to distract her with his tongue that kept her quiet on the matter.

But make no mistake, she wasn’t going to forget. In fact, the next day she spent the morning running over the possible suspects. She vaguely remembered that scent, but she knew it was likely that many women wore the same perfume. So she went solely what she knew on Richard’s past acts. The night she had been out searching for him was when a street rat from her past told her he had last been seen at Helene’s Diner, which had suspiciously been closed early. That was enough to make Emma believe this ‘Helene’ was behind the matter. And she would be damned if she didn’t confront the woman.

So, that afternoon she convinced Ezra to let her leave the house on her own. She stormed through the city to Helene’s Diner, her hand clenching onto an old switchblade the entire journey. When she finally arrived at the diner her blood was practically boiling, and she hardly attempted to hide her anger. She pushed past a few patrons and stamped towards the counter, her eyes scathing at the one woman who was present, who she assumed was the owner. “Where is that Helene woman? I have a few questions to ask her.” She snapped. 

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She was hyper-aware of the gun between her thighs, terrified that it would go off, that he would pull the trigger... but part of her was confident that he wouldn't, he wanted her after all. He couldn't have her if she was dead. her eyes fluttered shut as soon as she felt the barrel of the gun rubbing against her slit and was embarrassed that she was starting to get wet. No, she thought. This couldn't happen. This wasn't supposed to happen. What the hell was wrong with her? She let out a little gasp and tried to focus on his words. "I remember," she whispered. She wouldn't admit that at the time, she wanted him and she wanted him bad. She had been practically panting for him with her body open and vulnerable for him.

Yes, Again | Richard and Helene

The gun slid between Helene’s legs, touching her inner thigh for a moment and resting while he focused on kissing her. The moan made him grin and he murmured against her lips, “I told you you’d enjoy it.” He pulled her lower lip into his mouth to suck at, his teeth scraping it before releasing it back. It was now plump and reddened, on its way to being well kissed. He placed another kiss against her lips before moving along her jaw.

The gun pressed against her, rubbing through her undies as he smirked. “Remember when I had you stripped for me?” he asked, wanting to bring that memory back to the front of her mind. “Didn’t you want me so badly? Want me to fuck you right here on the floor of your precious cafe?”

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Helene froze before shivering at the feel of the cold metal pressed against her bare thigh. She didn't know why she kept wearing dresses and skirts on the same days that Richard decided to harass her. She felt the nose of the gun slide along her thigh, reaching the edge of her skirt when lips on her neck caught her attention. She'd been so focused on the gun that she barely registered when he wrapped his arm around her waist. 

She felt the cold metal go higher and couldn't explain the tug that her stomach gave. She thought that it was dread, but it wasn't just that, it was something else. She would have asked him if she really had a choice, but the words were cut off by Richard's lips on hers. The cut off words almost sounded like a moan, which only made her wince.

Yes, Again | Richard and Helene

Richard stepped forward, ever decreasing the space between them. He made sure the gun stayed pointed at her the entire time before he wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her closer. “Just allow me to show you…” he ran the nose of the gun up her thigh, always careful not to accidentally pull the trigger. His lips pressed to her neck, moving downwards as the gun pressed upwards along her skin.

This was going better than expected. He had the gun in his hands and he would most likely walk away with it. He could easily just empty it and set it aside, but the allure of teasing her with it just drew him in all too easily. He moved his lips over to hers, pressing her body against his.

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Let's just be civil. She nearly laughed when he said that, the gun giving her some confidence back but she held her tongue. Richard was a dangerous man, that much was obvious when he simply grinned at the gun pointed at him and she wasn't going to let her guard down... at least that's what she told herself. She was caught by surprise when he actually starting moving towards her without even a hesitation. 

You'll love it, I swear. She doubted that with every fiber of her being and while she was distracted with his words, her grip on the gun had slackened, making it quite easy for Richard to tug the gun from her grasp. She looked on in horror as she saw that the gun was in his hands now. That was her last shot since she knew she couldn't hurt him physically; she took another step away from him. "Somehow I doubt that," she said quietly, eyeing the gun that was now in his hands.

Yes, Again | Richard and Helene

Kitty had claws! Richard couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he stared down the barrel. And they were shiny, not as shiny as he used himself, but the girl could pack a scratch. He shifted to go around the counter, sure that she wouldn’t shoot him just yet. His hand reached out for it, flapping open and shut in a gesture for her to hand it over. “C’mon, darling, don’t be like that.”

“You will, just give me a bit. Let’s just be civil.” His fingers touched the end of the gun, reaching forward and grasping it around the barrel and tugging lightly in an attempt to pull the weapon from her hands. “You’ll love it, I swear.”

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She narrowed her eyes as his hand reached out towards her and took her by the back of her neck. At the mention of him proposing, even for show, she froze, not that she was moving much due to the hand he had on her. "I could deny you in a heartbeat," she whispered harshly. She wasn't sure why she was whispering, but she felt it was necessary. 

At his words, Helene shivered, but was sure it had nothing to do with anticipation or excitement. It was dread. She was terrified she wouldn't be able to stand up for herself against him again. That was when she remembered the gun, right as his hand trailed down her cheek. "No," she said simple as her hand stealthily reached for the gun under the counter. "I won't do that for you." She pulled out the gun and back away from him a step, putting at least a small amount of distance between them.

Yes, Again | Richard and Helene

What did Richard want? He looked at her almost gently, amused by the question. He couldn’t deny that what he’d put on in the diner earlier was an act for the others. “Maybe tomorrow I’ll propose,” he said, tilting his head a little. “Maybe, I’ll come in with a ring and beg you to be my wife. Could you say no in front of so many people?” He leaned forward, putting a hand on the back of her neck and drawing her closer.

“I want you, Helene*,” he said, his fingers twirling in the loose strands of her hair. “I want you begging for me like you wanted to. You’d do it so well, I think. Down on your knees… I like your hair in that bun, by the way… although you’d look absolutely ravishing with a few strands…” he moved his hand to trace down her cheek. “Right here. Will you do that for me, Helene?”

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She hated the way he laugh as he entered the diner, and even worse, she hated the way he smirked at her, like he knew she was nearly frozen in terror. Normally, Helene was a very strong woman emotionally and had always looked on as others would cry or carry on, but that had never been Helene... Not until Richard had visited her that first night. That had been the first time in a long time that she just broke down and sobbed, the first time after she'd lost her brother to that monster.

She wasted no time in getting to the point. She jutted out her chin and steeled her face, trying to remain calm and collected even though inside she was a whirlwind of terror and emotions. "What do you want, Richard?" She said, her voice shaking a bit. "We both know you're not some love struck boy." She was still angry about the looks the patrons had given them when he put on his little show. What the hell did he want?

Yes, Again | Richard and Helene

Richard stood outside the window and watched as Helene scrambled towards her counter. He laughed, pushing the door open and hearing that now familiar ring of the entrance bell. The smell of the cafe was thick and chemical, too clean for his tastes. What had gotten into Helene to stress her out so? He smirked at the thought of him causing this terror. She was right in his palm, wasn’t she? Moldable and warm in his fingers.

He stepped towards the counter and tucked his hands in his pockets, enjoying how she looked in the dim light of the street lamps outside the windows. He leaned forward and looked into her eyes, smirking as he tilted his head and observed her. Not a word passed his lips until he drank in the fear that gripped her so tightly. Delectible. 

“Evening, Helene,” he finally said. “I hope you had a good day.”