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looked like she wanted to tell him
something, but her eyes darted to Ms. Catsuit and Gretel kept quiet.
    “We are going to have so much fun.” The
mysterious woman bent over keeping her legs straight. The way her stance looked
so inviting, Hansel hoped to hell this was planned by Gretel, but a sinking
feeling in his gut suggested it was wishful thinking. After retrieving a
cherry, the woman strutted along the counter like it was a catwalk back to
where they sat.  
    She hopped onto the floor and leaned against
the counter, placing the cherry between her teeth.
    Hansel noticed he and Gretel were both tied in the same
manner, each limb separately bound. One ankle tied to one chair leg, the other
ankle tied to the other front chair leg, the hands tied behind their backs.
Their legs, waist and torso were free, but impossible to move.
    He was dressed in his tuxedo. His bow tie draped
undone, and his cumber bun was on upside-down, but other than that, he was
wearing the complete tuxedo perfectly, down to the studs and cufflinks.
    Under Gretel’s white blouse and red skirt, she seemed
to also have a bra on. Last he saw her, she was naked in his bed. So how did
they get dressed? When did they get
dressed? Hansel wasn’t sure. He had no memory of putting on clothes. But by the
way his bow tie hung loose as a ribbon around his neck and his cumber bun was
on upside down, he knew someone dressed him in these clothes. Someone who didn’t
know how to tie a bow tie. Someone who didn’t know which side of a cumber bun
was right side up.
    Ms. Catsuit watched him with a Cheshire grin, keeping
the cherry between her teeth. She must have been enjoying his confusion and probably had the answer to all his questions. The woman bit down on the cherry,
chewed, and swallowed.
    She walked to Gretel’s seat, her hips teasing side
to side. Her beautiful face and sensual movements likely belied her wicked
motives. She bent over to place her face beside’s Gretel’s, both of them facing
me cheek-to-cheek. “Doesn’t she look beautiful in this skirt and blouse? And
you look delicious in that tuxedo. I like my toys gift-wrapped.” She stood up
straight.   “I never could figure
out how to get that bow tie tied properly.” Ms. Catsuit approached Hansel with
a “fuck me” facial expression. “Before I reveal why I have you here, I must
confess that I’ve never had targets as gorgeous as you.”
    Targets? “Who are you?” Hansel asked.
    “Call me Wicka.” She circled Hansel. “If
you cooperate with me, I’ll let you go. But the truth is, I’m here to kill you.
Both of you.”
    “What?! Why?” Hansel said.
    “I’ve been hired to do so.”
    Hansel couldn’t believe it. “Who hired you to kill us?”
    “That’s the interesting bit. Gretel, your parents? They
hired me to kill Hansel.”
    Before Gretel could get a word in, Wicka said “Shush.
Remember. No talking. Hansel?”
    “What?”
    “Your parents? They hired me to kill Gretel.”
    What the hell kind of parents think that killing their
child’s fiancée is a viable solution to stopping a marriage?
    “But I have to admit,” Wicka continued. “I have never
had the pleasure of getting an assignment of such exquisite targets.” She
caressed Hansel’s face. Her hand felt warm, gentle. She bent over and whispered
in his ear. “I’ve been watching you shower.” Her hand rested on his knee. “What
were you dreaming of as the water poured down on you?” She moved her hand up
his thigh. Hansel felt his crotch twitch and couldn’t believe it. Was he really
getting turned on in a situation like this? Her hand slid up further. “Did you
dream of being between Gretel’s legs? Between her lips?” Hansel could feel
Wicka’s hot breath become uneven against his ear. She stopped her hand from
venturing further, and squeezed his thigh. “I’m going to save you for dessert.”
    How the hell was he going to get out of this?
    If there were anyway he could get out of these