Chapter 4
Chapter Four
CHARLI
Drip, drip, drip.
The sound echoes against the floor as the drops of blood fall and the puddle grows rapidly. It takes me a few seconds to realize that I have completely dissociated and need to get this shit cleaned up.
Once the dickhead knocked out, I had some fun with a blender cup and his shrimp dick. Thankfully, I thought it through and gagged him and tied his hands and legs to my table before he woke up and could end my fun games. Once I had enough of him, I put a trash bag over his head and let him asphyxiate.
I send a quick text to the cleanup crew and let them know to get here as soon as they can. I’ve used the same people for the past two years, and not once have they slipped up. Probably because I tip them so well, and they know what my family’s money can do to them.
I take one last look at the body lying on my floor before I turn around and head to my bedroom, closing and locking the door behind me, careful not to drip on anything and make my way over to the bathroom.
I remove the bra and panty set that I adorned for the stranger of the night, step into the oversized walk-in shower, and turn the water to hot. I stand under the stream and watch the streaks of red run down my body and into the drain. That familiar sense of calm settling within me. One less piece of shit in the world.
Once I’m done with my full shower routine and I’m completely clean, I grab a towel from the automatic warmer next to the shower and wrap myself in it. Walking over to the steamy up mirror, I wipe it with my hand and stare at the face looking back at me. My parents really do make hot kids. As much as my brother annoys me, nobody can deny that we’re a good-looking family. Thanks, mom and dad!
Walking out of the bathroom, I head to the large walk in closet and grab my favorite little satin pajama set. I pack it in my bag and grab any other essentials before I throw on a black hoodie and black leggings and head out into the main living area. The body is gone and so is the blood so I pull out my phone and send a message to my driver, Phillip, to be here as soon as possible. He responds, letting me know he'll be here in two minutes. I pocket my phone and pull my hood up to hide my face and walk out of the front door and down the hall to the elevator.
DING
The sound of the elevator snaps me out of my daze. Fuck, I must be tired. I’ve been completely zoned out all day. I just need a sexual release and a good night of sleep. Maybe some weed, too.
I step out of the elevator and into the lobby before I quickly make my way out of the door at the same time that Phillip is parking. He rushes out to open the car door for me as I quickly get in to avoid being seen. The whole process may seem ridiculous to some, but I love privacy and would prefer that nobody knows when I’m here.
The drive back to the sorority is quick, and once the car comes to a full stop, I jump out and make my way into my building and to the kitchen, where I see Sydney next to the toaster. Weird timing for her to be awake, but okay. She turns around, and I give her a small smile before I climb the stairs and get to my room for the night.