More of Gia's, Post 3. Yeah . . . I got bored at work and wrote.

After these three days and another just to sleep and clean her bathroom of the vomit, she mustered enough energy to face Andrew with a straight face. Josie had been thinking and was prepared to face him now, she had a plan. Risky maybe after his ranting that had left her so immobile, but the result would be worth it.
For once when she arrived at his office she was let in immediately instead of waiting for ages with his pretty little, unknowing receptionist. Someone was kicked out of the room swiftly the moment Josie said her name to the woman behind the desk. “Hmm,” she said watching the man get dragged out, “I could get used to the special treatment. No waiting, definitely a nice change.”
“I told you,” he said eyeing her from his chair arms propped on the rests and hands folded over his middle calm and cool, “this is not the normal assignment.”
“Abnormal for me, or your umpa-lumpas in general?” Josie was prying tentatively, nervously. Not that it showed on her face.
The man’s eyes squinted just the slightest bit, but nonetheless he answered, “I’ve never given an assignment like this. Nothing has ever been this important.” He sounded suspicious now, not a good sign, she had hardly pressed. But still, it would be worth it . . .
“Well then,” she said walking closer to him, “I suppose you’ve never given out quite the reward for one of your projects like the one you’re going to give me, huh?” She eyed him sideways, trying to keep from staring at the crack in the wall her body had made a few days ago. Why hadn’t he patched it yet? It made her a bit sick with memories.
His head rolled back as he laughed, calm and in control yet again. “So that’s what this is about?”
A frown afixed itself to her brows.
“You usually never stay to chat when I give you a job, you just glance through the file and leave. The change had me a bit surprised, but it was nice as well. You can be so very drab and boring in your little routines. Like the repetitive speech.” He said this last part with a hint of aggravation.
“I am the way I am, not my fault I’m best suited for this,” she said gesturing to the enormous folder on the desk. Grief it was huge, much larger than anything else Josie had been given before.
“True, true,” he said easing back into his chair with an amused smile. “So you stuck around longer to negotiate your prize. Splendid.”
Josie forgot from time to time just how incredibly observant Andrew was, he took note of every last facial twitch and eye flicker of every person he knew in his brilliant mind. He didn’t have a photographic mind so much as an overall memory for every last detail. It was remarkable. He had already figured out how to twist Josie’s own thoughts; he knew it, she knew it. Now just to keep her mind her own long enough to get what she wanted. She could do that.
Right?
“I didn’t think you would be excited to hear my request after,” despite her effort she stuttered over the following words. Damned memories. “After last time.”
Andrews eyes flicked to the impression in his wall and they sparked with delight. “Honey dew, you have a lot of thinking to do before you get me figured out.” He looked back to her with demented glee on his face. “I quite enjoyed our last get-together. The new wall decoration was a big improvement from all of your other visits.”
Ah, so he was keeping the wall the way it was for some uncanny decoration and proclamation of power. Should have seen that coming. “Forgive me if I don’t intend on adding to your décor. I just want to talk.”
He nodded, “Perfect, I love a good banter.” Andrew leaned forward and rested on his desk, an eerie happiness in his eager smile.
“If I do this for you-”
His smile snapped off, “You will.”
She sighed, “Yeah, what are you going to do for me?”
The grin that coated his face sent a shiver up her spine. “Making me speak first, ay? Clever girl. Too bad I run the show here, you tell me what you want and we’ll go from there.”
Josie stared at him for just a moment more than she should have, her heart raced and her confidence sprinted from her. Andrew had that effect.
Speak. Try! Don’t you dare give in now! she was screaming to herself. “I want the man that killed Anton.”
Slowly his head tilted and his eyes squinted to examine her, but his knowing smirk stayed. The silence that passed made Josie’s palms sweat and breathing shake just the smallest bit. Curse him and his power over her, each moment made her realize he really was slowly coming to own her. Damn it! Hell with you! Why can’t I be normal around you? No one could ever manipulate me the slightest inch, but you? You toss me around like a yo-yo. “Well,” she blurted out in a higher pitched voice that showed off her near terror of his control. At least there was no more of that unbearable silence he adored making.
This time he chuckled, low and more mocking. Sinister almost. “Deal.”
Josie’s entire body lit with amazement, she jumped, her eyes expanded, eyebrows pranced up, and her lips parted a touch. Andrew proceeded to roar in laughter. Deal? He couldn’t have actually said deal, it was him. “What?” She was whispering.
“I said ‘deal,’ my dear. You do this right and you do it as fast as you can the first time, I give you the man you want. That’s generally what a deal is, all parties involved in a negotiation getting what they most recently said as a compromise.”
She blinked back to reality and flushed, both in anger for letting him see her like that and the underlying lingering feeling of shock. “Fine, great, good. Deal.”
Andrew held out his hand and eyed her with a sheer look of giddy dominance on. Josie couldn’t hold back the sad sigh as she shook his hand unenthusiastically. She grabbed the folder and headed to the door. Wait, I need a guarantee. It was a good thought, she needed security that she would get what she wanted once she was done. Her head snapped back to him. “I want proof.”
Andrew glanced up from the work he was already busying himself with, a bored look on his face. Mood swings was an understatement. “Beg pardon?”
She came back and stood right in front of his desk with determination. “I want something written, something that says our deal is solid. So you won’t back out.”
“You actually think I would back out,” he said condescendingly.
“I think you serve your own purposes, not mine. I want something tangible to prove that you agreed.”
Now he was glaring again. “You’re annoying me again, Josephine. My word is true and definite, I will not cheat you.”
His voice was the tone it had been the last time she was in this room before she had been smacked around like a doll. She had heard it before but the consequences of her actions towards him had left an imprint on her this time. The pain. And worse the giving in. “It wouldn’t be hard, just a few words and a signature. Simple.” She couldn’t believe she was reasoning instead of demanding, so unlike her.
He groaned and put his head on the desk. “I don’t have time for this now, Josephine.”
“I wouldn’t take long.”
The glare he affixed on her sent a shock through her.
“Fine,” he hissed. “Angela, get in here,” he said into his phone. The receptionist trotted in on her high heels.
“Yes.”
“I need a contract, cherub. Saying that when Josie here brings fulfills her current duty I will give her the man who murdered her fiancée, but in a lengthier, more elegant way. I’m fed up and leaving the creativity to you for now.”
She giggled flirtily. Everyone knew she was in love with Andrew. “Of course, sir. The Ricochet Group should be arriving soon.”
He rolled his eyes. “Thank you, I know,” he growled aggravated.
Little miss took her cue to make a quick exit.
“Be grateful I have clients coming in, otherwise you would have a fractured jaw right about now.”
She didn’t doubt it. “I wanted my proof.”
He rose and bile ran up into her throat. Shit. “I am a man of honesty, get that through your skull or else I will crack it open and rearrange your thoughts myself.” Josie could feel his breath on her face he was so close. She gulped hard and remained silent. The blonde came back in and Andrew signed the paper without taking his eyes off Josie. “Take it and get out, before I change my mind and beat you senseless.” She left.

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Josie's stomach was in shambles from the grey rocks she had licked up yesterday for over and hour. It hadn't bugged her afterwards so she assumed it would be fine, no pain. Oh dear Hell how wrong she had been. She had managed to drag herself from bed to the bathroom, writhering in pain and lurching when the sharp. twangs of agony were particularly bad. "Shit," she hissed angrily. "I swear I am going to kill you Andrew." Licking up conrete, great idea. Arms around the toilet she breathed heavily for a few minutes. Get up. Work. He won't set you back. He will not win! She threw up twice and whipmered afterwards. Pain. So much pain. She had been through bad, but this came from the inside. Dear Hell.
Her cell rang. Josie groaned, voicemail had this one. But the song kept going. THAT song. Andrew's ring tone. Her head smacked the toilet seat. "No," she moaned, "not now you thick headed jerk." Not answering his phone calls warented punishment enough to leave an imprint, even on her. Hurry! she yelled at herself. A frown lit her face and she took two heavy breaths in preparation.
She leapt up and sprinted to her bedside table before the pain could register and flopped onto her bed, phone in hand. As soon as she hit the comforter she screamed in pure, long, devistating agony.
PAIN!
Her arms gripped her stomach and she curled into a ball.
PAIN!
Phone ringing. The green button swayed into three as her head spun. "What?" Her voice hardly came out.
He laughed, just like when he choked her yesterday. "Josie, what on earth has you sounding so sick?"
"Not now, just hurry up and-" She gulped as she tried to straighten and pain seared through her. BAHHHHH!!!! It took all her strength not to scream into the phone and give him that satisfaction. "Say what you want."
"I called to check on you, on your objectives. You did a lovely job of cleaning up my floor, and it sounds like it's treating you just as well."
Oooo, she wanteed to throw a fit in his pompus ear sooooo badly. But the pain . . .
"No retaliation? It's a miracle."
Curses filled her mind to the brink.
"Now, have you learned your lesson?"
"Yes," she whispered desperately. She now realized hewould get every bit of satisfaction out of this he had planned, no matter how hard she tried to hold back her pain and broken pride. Andrew knew exactly what to do to make people do what he wanted, he was a planner. As much as Josie hated to admitt it, a briliant manipulator and planner. While she would not be broken, she didn’t mind skipping out on some of the pain from time to time by telling him what he wanted to hear. Josie was not broken.
“So then do you remember what the last thing you had to do for me in exchange for your measly life?”
“Yes.” Her head felt heavy, she suddenly just wanted to sleep again.
“Your sounding dull again, Josephine. My people are not to sound dull. I thought you had learned.”
“Indeed,” she rephrased annoyed. “I do remember.”
“Good girl,” he cooed gently. It was concerning how genuine he sounded. “Tell me.”
She moaned desperately. Andrew was just toying with her now, making her as annoyed and agonized as he possibly could over the phone. He was doing well. “Why? You know I know, can’t I just hang up now?”
As soon as the words came out of his mouth she regretted them. She could practically hear his face fall and the anger that caused his jaw to tighten the way it always did when someone talked back to him. Crud, she thought worriedly.
“Josie, you are in agony, are you not?” He sounded flat, reasonable, and utterly terrifying.
“Complete agony,” she gulped past fear and a stabbing feeling in her abdomen.
“Not complete, my little kitten, not complete. But if you so much as think of talking back to me again I will not hesitate to show you complete agony. The only reason I have put up with you all this time is because you are best suited for what I want you to do. I have killed plenty of others of my workers for FAR less than the annoyance you have caused me. The bickering. The whining. The disobedience. The absolute lack of propriety and intelligence. You should have been dead after day one, the way you act! If you fail at what I want you to do, if you so much as make one slip up I will not only show you complete agony, but I will keep the two of you together until you know it inside and out. You will be begging for death for hours, but I won’t stop, you miserable little thing. You think you can’t be broken, but I can and I will. Once you see you are just as submissive as all the others, like the dog of a man that killed the one you loved, then I’ll kill you. Just after I have shown you that you are no better than him, I shall be merciful and kill you. Understand?”
How dare he. He had no right. Anton was none of his concern, he didn’t understand. That murderous man had said he was just carrying out orders when he had killed her fiancé. How could anyone be that meek and subservient? To kill another without a reason or thought. Sick. She wasn’t like him, she couldn't be. Josie was out for revenge, but when she did a task she made sure there was a reason and the person deserved what they deserved. "Leave him out of it," she hissed.
"Learn your place and I will. I wouldn't have to put you through those memories if you didn't provoke me with you insolence."
"Right," she slurred as sweat formed on her brow. "I know what I have to do, kidnap someone. Easy."
"No," he said passionately. "Not just kidnap." Andrew's voice almost whispered-this was something important-and it filled Josie with intrest and concern. "It's more complicated than that, I needed a certain type of person. One not just like all the others, that is why I've dealt with you. As dreadful as you are, you seem like you should be able to complete this for me. That is, if you want to get your precious revenge."
"I do," she said firmly. In her misery she missed Anton even more. She missed his arms around her and the way he ran his fingers through her hair when she was tired. Every time she was sick he had stayed by her side, faithful and sweet. She would do anyhting to get back at the one who ended her happiness.
"Then you will accept my little challenge. I will give you time to recover from your pains, but then you're on the clock. Do not be mistaken, my little dear, this will not be an easy job, it will take craft and cunning and time. So much time . . ." He sounded whismical. Andrew was a lot of things but not dreamy, more down to earth. It was so strange.
"Right," she said ending the odd silence, "I can get it done. Just please.
Just let me sleep.” It nearly killed her to sound like she was begging, but pain was rippling through every inch of her body.
“Yes, fine, by all means if that’s what you think will help please do,” he said sounding like his usual, strange self. “Everything you need to start your next little task will be here with me waiting for you. Hurry back, hon.” He hung up after his light and cheery goodbye.
“Hon,” she grumbled to herself, “I hate his pet names.” For what seemed like weeks she rolled on the floor or the bed in distress and suffering, hurling or dry heaving, and short periods of fretful sleep.

Gia's Story Start

Boy I hate moments like this . . . I mean really, really, really hate these kinds of day. Josie was screaming. Again. There are times when I swear that she took time out of her day to practice screaming. A deep sigh escaped from me as my eyes closed. Her ravings had gotten tiresome and quite boring in the past month. They happened almost daily now.
"Are you listening, twit? Don't you tune me out! You are going to hear me you sicko!"
He chuckled, "You think you can control when I listen to you? Honey, you can't control yourself, much less me."
She howled and punch the concrete wall next to her leaving a dent.
I glared at her. "You've gotten rubble on my carpet."
"So," she said snobbily.
"I don't like rubble on my carpet."
"Suck it you piece of filth."
I rose slowly with my eyes closed again until I stood directly in front of her. I could feel her nerves rising and it brought a smile to my lips just before I sent her reeling into the wall with the back of my hand. Her body left an artsy curve breakage in my concrete wall. Beautiful really. The only beautiful thing to ever come from her. She coughed painfully and rose to her elbows, a blood drip coming from her mouth. I kneeled next to her twitching body and pulled her hair so her face looked at mine. Furry crossed her eyes just before the fear. "How many times have you been in my office this week?"
"Three," she choked.
"And have you received any results from your visits? Any of them, this week or any other."
"No," she hissed.
"I have been kind and patient with you, waiting for you to learn your lesson, but alas, you have not. You are just as much of a pestulent whelp as you were when you first came here. You disgust me. Do you know what I do with people who disgust me?"
Fear coated her eyes again. The blood on her face had flowed down to her neck in a warm stream. Disgusting. "No," she muttered.
My lips brushed her ear I spoke quietly, "I do what every other human in this city does. I take out the trash. You see that can in the corner? Focus on it. What do you see?"
She gulped as she made out the faces of four other people who had annoyed me as of lately. "No."
"You say that a lot recently. It's annoying. Disgusting."
"I can't die yet, no."
My head flew back as I laughed hearilty and thick with spite. "There's that word again! But you are oh so wrong. You could die this very moment if I wanted and I'm highly considering."
"No. You wouldn't."
My fist made contact with her stomach. "Stop repeating yourself. It makes you sound dull."
She lay wheezing. "You wouldn't."
"I can and will. Happily." I grabbed her by the neck and slammed her into the wall. The hole made by her skull was a nice addition to the curve her body had made on the hard wall.
She realized the truth, death was in my repituar. I relished it. I lived for death. "Please," the woman squeaked. Not much of a woman, more of a work in progress.
"You want to live?"
"Yes!" She was turning blue, I smiled again.
I dropped her and her hand went flailing to her chest trying to breath. I waited. She looked up to me. We both knew her life would come with a price. "What do you want?" Her voice was almost manly in her desperation and throat condition.
"Three things you must do for me. One, you will lick up every bit of rubble on my floor. I don't like rubble on my floors. Two, you will bring me someone. I will give you all the details you need soon. Three," I leaned close and she squirmed away, "YOU WILL LEARN YOUR DAMNED LESSON, YOU DISGUSTING CHILD!"
I relaxed and straightened. She was crying and whimpering. It was quite comical. "Get to licking," I demanded heading to the door. Soon I would have her and all this wouldn't matter, until then I would endure just like always. "Soon," I whispered to myself, "soon my little beauty." The picture from my pocket didn't do her looks justice. "Soon my love."

Story Start, Jan.31, Mal's

As the sequin flowers glistened, it brought a tear to her eye and she thought to herself, "This is the world's cutest top." The jeans were perfect along with the shoes to die for. She wished more than anything that she had bought that purse the other day from Prada, bu no. Daddy wouldn't let her.
"Josie, come on we have to go. Now."
"Okay, okay I'm ready," she walked grandly out of her bedroom, larger than most people's homes, and struck an important pose so her mother could more easily look a the outfit she had expertly put together. "Am I not beautiful?"
He mother squealed, literally squealed. "Oh darling! You look magnificent!"
"I know," she beamed.
"I have taught you well, you'll be such a good trophy wife someday." the tears in her eyes proved that the title of 'trophy wife' was truly the title that she wanted her daughter to strive towards.
"Oh, you really think so?"
"Absolutely!" they air-hugged so as not to ruin one another's hair. "Come on now, we have to go meet your father at his office. It sounded important. Oh, I do hope he's getting a raise. I saw the most lovely little bag at Stacy's the other day. To die for!"
"OMG, I did too!"
The woman gasped, "Was it purple?"
"Yes! With little little gem stones along the bottom."
"That's the one I want too!"
"I see a matching outfit day coming up!" They both squealed excitedly. The shofer was waiting outside and close the door behind him. It was fashion talk, a sure sign of a dreadful drive. Charlent City was the largest in the county and one of the largest in the world, heavily populated and run by big shots who make a mockery of those down below. Since it was near the end of the lunch hour the streets were packed and the drive grew tiresome, both for passengers and driver.
"Mommy, I'm bored. Why is this taking so long."
"I don't drive, ask him," her impatience growing.
"There seems to be a large amount of traffic, ma'am. It's slowing us down we should be there before long."
"Good, because if I don't get out of this hell hole soon I'll-"
The woman's phone rang.
"Who is it Mommy?"
"Your father. Hello dear! Can I fire this driver?"
A man sighed through the speaker phone, "No, Marcy, you may not. He's a good man, why would you fire him?"
"This is taking forever, Daddy." Her shiny top and pout made her look dreadfully tacky. Like a disappointed Barbie.
"I know Josie, but nonetheless. How far out are you?"
Marcella held the phone towards the driver. "Perhaps another five minutes sir, no much more though," he answered.
"Good, good. Thank you. Now Marcy-"
"Yes love," she said cooing over the phone, imagining the purses in store for her.
He grummbled something and another voice snickered, "As soon as you get here come straight to my office, no lollygagging and socializing. This is very imporant and I want to get it over with."
"Of course dear," she heard the drained voice of her husband and images of shoes melted away. Bummer.
"Thank you." They hung up and Marcy angrily put the phone back in her purse.
"It doesn't sound like a raise, Mother," Josie whined.
"No it does not."
The two women left the car with low spirits and bored printed on their faces. The driver chuckled, it was a good look for them.

"It's Marcy and Josie, sir. Shall I let them in," the office woman said.
"Yes, yes, right away."
THe door opened and closed quickly leaving the two women dumbfounded by the door. "Definitely not a normal day in the office, Daddy?"
"You have no idea," he said rubbing the bridge of his nose.
He was tall, handsome and rich. Marcy had scored well. He was hardly home and never forgot a birday or aniversary, plenty of time just for herself and her daughter. "What's wrong dear," she asked with an airy voice.
"I think we need to talk," he sounded sick and ever looked discolored.
"What about," she asked suddenly nervous. Her husband wasn't the sort to make mistakes, when obviously he had. This could be bad, very very bad.
"Yeah and who's that," Josie said pointing her fing like a two year old though she was nearly 17.
"Name's Lonnie." She dressed dark and had a voice like frozen chocolate, it sent shivvers up the spine of many a weak person.
"Who is this, Alen."
He looked from the two blondes by the door to the brunett sitting across from him. "Just tell them," the so called Lonnie said. "It's not going to be easy any way you try."
He still looked sick. "This is my ohter daughter, Macry."
Marcy cocked an eyebrow at him, "You've been having an ffair?"
"Yes," he said quietly.
All was quiet.


"Well why are you so upset then," Macry asked loudly. "It's not a big deal."
They all stared at her. "What," he asked.
"You thought I would care? Pfft. I bang other men all the time, dear. It's part of beign rich."
He reeled back, then frowned at her. "This doesn't bother you?"
"No", she answered sitting in one of the big arm chairs. "so long as I don't have to deal with the products, go for it."
"I have a sister," Josie pipped quietly.
"Yes, I suppose you do."
She squealed. "Oh we are going to have so much fun!" She was jumping up and down.
Alen sat back heavily. "Neither of you care? At all?"
"No," Marcy said.
"I'm excited," Josie said.
"Wow." He was exhausted, relieved, and confused all at once.



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