Corruption 06

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Greg stayed huddled up against the wall until his mind reached a resemblance of order. He couldn’t understand what had happened, no, he didn’t WANT to understand it. He wanted to feel violated, not satisfied. It was almost with resignation that he finally got off the bed, put his pants on and left the room.

He decided to push the even put of his mind, at least for the moment what he needed was some food and then . . . he had no idea what he’d do after that. He entered the kitchen to the smell of freshly brewed coffee.

“You should buy some better quality beans,” said the lion, “this stuff’s only good for fertilizer.”

Greg froze in his tracks. “I though I told you to get out,” he said once he’d recovered.

“And I left the bedroom, as you told me to,” The lion opened the fridge, “one milk, two sugar, right?”

“That wouldn’t be a good idea. After all you’re bound to have questions. Why don’t you site down and ask me the one that’s at the top of your mind?” The lion put some milk in one of the cups and added two spoons full of sugar.

Greg stood there for a moment, jaw gapping, and then sat down, elbows in the table and head resting in his hands. “Why did you do this to me?”

The lion stopped as he turned, a slight look of surprise on his face, making the coffee slosh over the lip of one of the cups he was holding. “Ok, that’s not the question I was expecting. Not how, but why?”

“What do I care how you do it. You screwed up my life, I want to know why you did that.”

The lion placed Greg’s cup on the table and sat down in front of him. He took a sip from his own cup and made a face of disgust, putting the cup down and pushing it away from him. “You remember when we first met,” Greg nodded even though it wasn’t a question, “when we started talking I was just bored, train ride are extremely boring, I figured listening to you would pass the time, and who knows I might find a kernel or two I could use to have some fun. But the more you talked, the more I got you to tell me about your life, the more I realized that you were one of those rare straight guys that’s perfectly adjusted. So I wondered; could I push you in just the right direction to turn everything around in your life. Looks like I could.”

Greg hadn’t touched his coffee. “That’s it? You screwed up my life just to see if you could?”

“Sure, when you can do the things I can, there isn’t much more reasons to do something.”

The lion watched him and leaned back in his chair, smiling slightly. “says who?”

“What do you mean ‘says who’ The law, that’s who, you can’t just come into people’s lives and destroy them. It’s not moral”

“Obviously I can do that; I just have. Morals are excuses people who can’t do things use to try to keep those who can from doing them, but feel free the call the police, you know where the phone is. I’m curious to find out how they’ll react when you tell them that someone took you from a straight male to a gay one, and that you loved it all.”

“Damnit! This is your fault. If not for you I’d be happy with Sasha. You’re the one who . . . .” Gregg’s voice trailed off as he realized what he was saying. “It’s not MY fault,” he said and a weight lifted off his shoulder with that realization, “You’re the one who’s responsible for all of it, not me.” The lion nodded and Gregg sighed in relief.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” asked the lion, “not having to take responsibility for your action is a good feeling, isn’t it? That’s what I’m offering you.”

Greg slumped back down in his chair. “What do you want form me?” he asked weakly.

As the lion said it an image formed in Greg’s mind. He was on all four, kissing his feet. He looked at him in horror “I’ll never do that. You can’t make me do it.”

The lion seemed thoughtful for a moment and then went to the counter, where he took the butcher’s knife out of the knife block. He carefully placed the knife in the center of the table. “That’s certainly one of the ways out,” he sat down.

“You don’t have any reasons to believe me, but from this point forward anything you do, every decisions you make will be without my influence.”

“I did what I needed to do to set you in the direction I wanted. Now I want to see what you’ll do. That knife is a possibility. As is what you don’t want to do. But others have found different ways to cope with what I did to them.”

“There have been others?” Greg asked, surprised, but it didn’t last long. “Of course there were others. You’ve been doing this for a long time, haven’t you?”

“What if . . . ?” Greg couldn’t believe he’d even started asking that question.

“You’ll know what to do if you choose to go that route. The information’s all in your head.” With that the lion left.

Greg stared at the knife for a long time, trying to find answered. Finally with a cry of anger he wiped the table with his arm, sending the knife and his cup flying across the room.