Dead Valentine (St. Valentine’s)

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Walking back to my dorm after my last class, I find my hamper with my dry-cleaned uniform. Pulling my key out, I unlock the door and open it, grabbing my hamper before walking in. I kick the door shut behind me and lock it before bringing my hamper to the closet. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I put it down on my desk and shed my uniform. I change into loungewear and grab my polishing kit.

Laying out the cloth on my desk, I place my dress shoes on top. Taking a seat, I start to open the jar of polish when my phone vibrates and bounces around on the hard surface. I clench my jaw, prepared for the aggravation I know will come. Flipping my phone open with a little more force than necessary, I click on the message. I lift a brow seeing the name on my phone. When the fuck did I add her number? Interesting.

CARA: Corbin, I really need you to meet me in the gazebo. Colson is here and he’s saying really weird things. I told him I don’t believe him, but he won’t leave. Please help me.

I roll my eyes at Colson’s attempt to fuck with me. Fucking idiot. Does he really think this bitch is my girlfriend? Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sigh and jab at the keys, responding. I honestly don’t give a shit about helping this bitch, but I just can’t pass up an opportunity to put Colson in his place.

ME: Of course, sweetheart. I’ll be right there.

CARA: Thank you, Corbin 3

Grabbing my tennis shoes, I sit on my bed and put them on. I slide on my down coat and zip it up before heading out and locking the door. My fogged breath billows around me the moment I step outside. Walking towards the gazebo, I bring my hands to my mouth and blow into them. Warming them the best I can, I rub them together and shove them in my pockets. Once I step onto the grass, the snow crunches beneath me with every step. The snow fell quicker than I expected and I realize too late I should’ve put boots on instead.

Stepping onto the concrete path to the gazebo, I almost slip on the ice and catch myself after an embarrassing dance to keep from falling. I huff in annoyance and adjust my coat, walking into the gazebo. The sound of muffled shouts captures my attention and I look up. My cock twitches in delight at where this night could lead.

Cara shouts behind a gag and tears stream down her face. She claws desperately at the noose around her neck. Colson’s hair is disheveled and sweat pours from his temples as he smirks at me. He holds her legs in place on the stepping stool.

“Nothing to say, Corbin?”

“If you plan to keep killing once you leave this school, you should probably work on your skills. Or lack thereof.”

His smirk falters, twitching at the corner of his lips as he scrunches his brows. “What’s that supposed to mean? This is perfect. I did everything right,” he pouts.

“Seeing as we’re at a school where death seems to be swept under the rug, yeah, sure. But look at her. She’s clawing at the noose. And yes, some suicide victims will do this when they realize they no longer want to die, but not to that extent. And her marks most certainly wouldn’t look like that with a noose strangling her.” I can’t help but laugh at his stupidity. “Sloppy. Does Emersyn have to wipe your ass for you as well? Are you really this incompetent, Colson?” His face turns red in anger, a vein protruding from his forehead. “Uh oh, someone is about to have a tantrum.”

Cara continues to shout behind her gag, and I spare her a glance. “Cara, sweetheart? Please shut the fuck up. All that shouting is doing absolutely nothing.”

Her eyes widen and she whimpers. I tilt my head, smiling. “What? Did you think I’d be your knight in shining armor? Oh, you stupid bitch. If only you could remember the things I did to you last night. You would realize, if I’m any kind of knight, it’s a knight from hell. Only Satan’s minions could do to you what I did.”

She sobs behind her gag, tears cascading down her cheeks. The fresh tears start to melt the tracks of tears that have already frozen on her face.

“What the fuck?” Colson mutters.

I look in his direction, while his eyes ping-pong between me and Cara. “Y-you’re supposed to be upset about this. That I’m doing this to your girlfriend. What the fuck, Corbin?” He steps away from holding her legs and paces, pulling his hair. “This isn’t how this was supposed to go. Why? Why does nothing go the way it’s supposed to?”

“Because you’re too fucking stupid to make a fucking plan and follow through. You don’t fucking think, Colson. You just react. And that’s what will fuck you over every time. If you had thought this through, maybe fucking paid attention, you would realize that this bitch is definitely not my girlfriend. And I sure as shit don’t give a fuck about her or what happens to her. You were too caught up in your anger to even put this shit together properly.”

He’s trembling in anger and stares at me, his hair sticking up like a hedgehog. “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! You always do this. You always talk down to me. I’m not less than, Corbin. I’m not!”

He sniffles and swipes away tears with his forearm. I curl my lip in disgust at how pathetic he is. “Jesus, get yourself together. Are you going to finish what you started or just sit there sniveling like a baby?”

“Oh, I’ll finish it alright. Everyone is going to see what kind of freak you are. You call me out for what I enjoy, but wait til everyone sees the shit you’re into.”

I lift a brow at his threat and cross my arms. “Oh, do tell, Colson. What is it that you know?”

He pulls out his phone and flips it open. The light illuminates his face and he’s now smiling, with his own tears starting to freeze to his cheeks like Cara. He points the phone in my direction and then towards Cara as he walks over to her.

“Everyone will see what a freak you are.”

He stands behind her and kicks the chair out from under her. A shocked scream is cut off by a crack echoing in the small space. Her neck snaps like a fucking twig, her eyes roll back and you can faintly hear ragged gasps leaving her mouth. I can’t tell if her body is twitching or if it’s just the way her weight causes her to sway around on the rope. Fuck, she’s beautiful.

“Ungh, fuck.” Oh god, I’m cumming. Shit, I didn’t wear my cup. I drop to my knees as the euphoric feeling washes over me.

“Holy shit, I knew you were a fucking freak! What the fuck, Corbin?”

My head shoots up in Colson’s direction as he stands closer with his phone pointed in my direction. I narrow my eyes in his direction and he laughs in response.

“Everyone is going to see that THE Corbin Moriarty gets off on seeing dead bitches.”

I stand up and brush off my pants, noticing the cold wetness of my cum started to freeze in my pants. Fuck, that is uncomfortable. “Yet again, your plan is failing, Colson Winslow. You’re planning to use this video against me. For starters, have you seen the quality of pictures and videos on our phones? Especially in the dark. All you have is a dark and grainy shot, more shadows than anything. Second of all, you may have said my name in the video to try and point out that it’s me, but don’t forget. I have said your name as well.

Not only that, but if there’s even a shot in hell of anyone being able to see anything in that video, they’re going to witness you murdering Cara. What will Emersyn think? Hmm? You’re dead set on ruining me, but poor, pitiful, Colson. It will be me that ruins you if you don’t tuck tail and run. Stay the fuck away from me. Out of my life, or I will implode your entire existence. Emersyn will be the first to know how much you love underage girls. How do you think that will make her feel? She certainly would never procreate with you. Emersyn is too fucking pure. She’d never allow herself to have your child and risk their safety around someone like you. And then, I’ll tell her how you were so jealous of me and my life, that you came up with a plan to ruin me.

I can act far better than you can, Colson. I’ll put on the water works and tell her that you killed my beloved Cara to break my heart. There’s a lot of shit this school sweeps under the rug and turns a blind eye to, but do you think they will when it comes to your preferences? I can’t even say you’re a pedophile. You’re more like an equal opportunist. Any of them will do, right? I mean, you’re with Emersyn, but you look at teens, pre-teens… little girls.”

“I DO NOT! THAT’S FUCKING DISGUSTING, CORBIN! YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH!”

“Like I said. Your emotions will fuck you over every time. Such a visceral reaction to what I said. Seems more like an overreaction there, Colson. Maybe because I’m right. And you are oh so very wrong.”

I step closer to him and snatch his phone. He stumbles forward and shakes his arms in my direction trying to get it back. I grab his shirt and twist it in my grasp as I push him against the wall of the gazebo. He starts scratching at my hands and gasping for air.

“Settle down.” He drops his hands and his eyes widen in fear. I loosen my grip as he trembles before me.

Pointing the phone in his face, I continue. “Tell me, Colson. Did Mommy and all her little friends play with you when you were little? Is that why you like them young, too?”

His eyes water instantly. “Shut up! You don’t know what you’re talking about! My mother loves me!”

“Mommy loved you a little too much.” I pat his cheek twice, the second one more like a slap. Snapping his phone shut, I shove it in his pocket. “Remember what I said, Colson. Do. Not. Fuck. With. Me. I will fucking end you. Now, leave!”

He shoves past me, muttering a tearful, “I hate you, Corbin,” as he runs out of the gazebo.

Walking over to Cara, I lean forward to press my face against her clothed pussy. The fabric is wet and I inhale deeply. I flinch back, cringing at the stench of urine and defecation. Rookie mistake on my part. “I’ll be seeing you soon, sweetheart.”