JP - Trading on the Dark Web

“But he was fun and adorable!” Coral whined.

“He stole my dog! Twice!” Clonestone said. “I should have rubbed his skin off like that guard that abused Bella.”

“I’ll let ya have him next time then,” Coral sighed.

Clonestone hoped there would be a next time to settle the score. After Tzeitel he would hunt down the guy… whatever his name was. Also that girl, maybe in a few months or even years when she thought she was safe he would find her and finish her. He saw a Dollar Tree sign and steered towards the store. “I need tissues.”

“Ugh, again with the fucking tissues?!” She sighed heavily. “Come on, forget the tissues. Lets keep going before someone notices us.”

“I lost my toy.” Clonestone said, stubbornly parking in front of Dollar Tree.

“I love mine too, dipshit.” Coral rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Masturbation isn’t satisfying for me…”

Clonestone did not care, he knew what got him by when he didn’t have someone to play with. He went into Dollar Tree and came out with some lotion and tissues.

“Ugh, men,” Coral rolled her eyes. She wouldn’t care if he fucked her, but there was just no chemisty between them and she was positive she’d get bored quickly. So, instead of paying him any attention, she played her little game and let the phone guide them where they needed to go.

After Clonestone finished with the tissues, he started driving where Coral’s phone said.

At some point during the drive, Coral would fall into her strange bubble water sleep again, not waking up until they stopped.

Clonestone stopped by an abandoned looking house. “We can rest and get supplies here.”

Shaking off the sleepiness and yawning, Coral nodded as she got out of the car and stretched. Not fully in water form she almost looked like a normal woman with blue hair. Almost.

Clonestone gave the cellar door a sad look. He wished Tzeitel was here, or at least that girl. The fun he could have with them down there… He sighed and went into the master bedroom and flopped on the bed.

Coral rolled her eyes at Clonestone. “Such a baby…” She muttered and explored the place, only to soon run away from a room screaming as raccoons assaulted her. Every cuss word possible escaped her.

Clonestone was having a hard time sleeping, until Coral was kind enough to scream for him. He used the tissues and passed out.

Running into his room, Coral tossed the raccoons right onto him. “FUCKER!!!”

“What the fuck!” Clonestone woke up shrieking.

Coral laughed as the raccoons panicked, bit and screeched at Clonestone. “That’s for NOT helping me!” She laughed more.

“I was asleep!” Clonestone hardened his skin and threw the raccoons against the wall.

The raccoons slid down the walls, leaving little claw marks as they rushed out the door. “Bull-fucking-shit!” Coral seethed. “If they had been dogs you’d have not thrown them.” She splashed him and soaked the bed before leaving the room.

“Of course not! Dogs are good boys and girls! Hey!” Clonestone glared at the soaking wet bed. He angrily stripped off his wet clothes and stomped off to another bedroom.

Coral would, weirdly enough, sleep in the bathtub…

When morning arrived, she got up and sat outside, wondering what they were going to do next.

Clonstone woke up in a foul mood. He found some clothes and put them on and went outside, going straight to the car and taking off without a word to Coral. He returned half an hour later with a young Asian woman who looked nervous.

“I need to get laid.” He grumbled at Coral, leading the woman inside then shoving her down the cellar stairs.

“You do you, prick,” Coral said with a snort. “I’d fuck you, but you’re too tiny for my tastes.”

“You’ve never had a real man.” Clonestone sneered and went down into the cellar. He looked at the girl, limping away from him. He propped up his phone to make a video. He was not sure if he would get to keep this one for long and wanted to savor this afterwards.

Coral rolled her eyes. “What a bitch…” She grumbled and slipped outside, resting as she gazed at the yard. “This place is boring. I see why Bella helped that guy and left.”

After Clonestone was finished he locked the girl in a dog crate and turned off the camera. He was not sure if he was going to bring her with him when he left or not. She was not very satisfying after Tzeitel and that last girl who looked enough like Tzeitel for Clonestone to almost believe he had her again. She was just some street walker that no one would miss, much less look for. Clonestone traded the video on the Dark Web for some photos, even video, from MegaCorp employees. He was happy to get his pictures of Tzeitel again, turning one photo into the wallpaper for his phone. Clonestone smiled as he left the house and headed for the camper’s SUV.