Ashley
Waking up the day after murdering Fran in the woods surprised me. But not as much as the realisation that the person responsible for killing all the women within a two-mile radius, is the man I just allowed to fuck me. So, let me get this straight. In the space of a few weeks, I’ve had three cocks inside me.
Hmm.
Funny how things work out.
I thought I would wake up feeling some type of way. Like, I don’t know… sick or something. Like I’d been violated by someone who cuts women’s hearts out. Yet, all I feel is calm. Having sex with a serial killer, wasn’t exactly how I saw the night ending, but what can you do?
At least it was good.
My heart feels like it’s about to explode. I got revenge for Maisy last night and the pleasure I felt waking up this morning, had no comparison to anything else in my life. I felt nothing about what I did. I didn’t feel anything when I showered and got dressed this morning. I didn’t feel anything when I strolled into Psych 101 over fifteen minutes late.
And I don’t feel anything now as I open up my locker to put my books away before I head to the cafeteria for lunch. All I’m able to think about is the fact that he helped me get rid of the body. Made sure I was away from the scene. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the man in black since I got into bed last night.
Closing up my locker, I turn around only to be met with the faces of two people I’m really not interested in engaging with right now. Mainly because I’m not ready for them to die yet. I move to the left and both of them block me. Jesus, I know where this is going. So, I move to the right, and they repeat the action. Sighing, I roll my eyes and look directly at Jesse.
The bruise that runs from the bridge of his nose and underneath both eyes, makes me smirk.
“Nice welt, sweetie,” I chuckle. Immediately, he pushes me back against the lockers and the metallic sound echoes down the hallway. “Not necessary. But I’ll bite.”
“You broke my fucking nose.” Yeah, he’s really angry.
“And you raped me. Blah, blah, blah.” I circle my hand between us, hoping that this ridiculous conversation goes quicker than I expect but I highly doubt it. “We could continue this conversation all day and neither of us would get anywhere.”
“I didn’t give you anything you didn’t want.”
“Because I really asked to be fucked by you.” This guy really is nuts. I might have killed his ex-girlfriend last night but this motherfucker’s an out and out rapist. He steps forward, getting closer in my face to the point that I can taste last night’s alcohol on his breath.
“Do some drinking last night, huh?” A hand wraps around my throat and tightens. “Marcus,” I choke out. “Finally got the balls to drop after I kicked them into your throat?” I laugh with what’s left of the air in my lungs.
Mainly because I know these assholes won’t kill me in the hallway. They don’t have the balls. He squeezes tighter and I smile, black spots dancing around my eyes. Little do they both know I love this fucking shit.
Choke me harder, daddy.
I turn my head to face Marcus and try my best to give him the cutest smile I can.
“Harder. I… like… that,” I breathe with every single word. Pulling me forward and then smashing me back against the lockers, the metal clangs, as the back of my head connects with them. Jesse grabs my jaw, angling it in his direction.
“If you open your fucking mouth about what happened, I’ll fuck that tight little ass of yours till you bleed. With or without your fucking consent.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Even though I have little to no oxygen reaching my brain right now, even though my lungs are burning as they’re starved for air, I won’t let him think I’m afraid. I won’t allow him the satisfaction from me like he did the night he raped Maisy.
The night she tried to call me, but I was too busy at the cinema with a friend. The night I became her last hope. When everything was said and done, I’d beg for her forgiveness for the rest of my life if I have to. I’ll never allow myself a single moment of happiness ever again. She needed me and I was too busy. I wasn’t there.
“I’ll kill you, Ashley,” Marcus presses his nose to my face as he releases the words in what he thinks is a threat. Nothing like that scares me. I’m waiting for death. I can feel my face going red, the veins in my forehead protruding to the surface. Jesse taps his hand, and he releases me. I desperately suck in heavy breaths and drop my head back against the lockers, coughing.
My eyes darting between the both of them. I haven’t said anything about Jesse’s little stunt the other night and in all honesty, I never planned to. I wanted him to sweat. Be afraid that I could ruin him. Instead, he’s choosing to make this as though I wanted it, like I deserved it.
I only intended to piss Fran off, to have her walk into the bathroom and see him on his knees eating my pussy or my ass, whichever came first really. I never asked to be fucked. Nobody asks to be raped. A bubble of laughter balls up in my lower stomach as the air seeps into my lungs and I take those much needed, calming breaths.
“What’s so fucking funny?” Jesse seethes, his face screwed up like someone killed his dog.
“You think threatening to kill me is going to scare me?”
“It should do Ashley; I don’t make empty threats,” he snarls. I stand up straighter and take a step towards him. My face blank, looking up at him through my eyebrows, giving my best Kubrick stare.
“Well, it doesn’t. And you know why?” I wait for an answer, but it never comes. “Because I’ll climb in the window of your fucking frat house, walk up the stairs and cut your fucking throat in your sleep. I know what you did to that girl last year.” The moment the words leave my lips, the realisation hits him, and his features begin to soften. Fear marring his face as Maisy’s name probably flitters through his memory like a stain he can’t remove.
“I know everything.” From the corner of my eye, I see Marcus’ mouth drop open slightly as he looks towards his brother. The feeling of watching him squirm is way too enjoyable as the corner of my mouth curves up into an odious smirk.
“What’s going on here?” I know that voice. Within a split second I mask my face with a beautiful smile and turn to face Nathan.
“Nothing, Professor Danvers. Jesse and Marcus were just asking to help carry my things to the cafeteria.” Turning back to face them I smile harder, baring my teeth. “Right boys?” I wink in their direction.
“She hurt herself at the frat party the other day, so we just wanted to make sure she was ok.” Jesse lies. The muscles in his jaw rippling through his skin as he grinds his teeth together.
“Always helpful to new starters,” Marcus jumps in, a fake grin curling his mouth.
“Miss Porter, join me in my office. I have to discuss matters of the pop quiz with you.” Nathan places both his hands in the pockets of his navy slacks and nods his head to the left, gesturing for me to gather my things and follow him. I stare deep into Jesse’s soul as I reply.
“Sure thing.” Bending down, I pick up my backpack, leaning into his ear as I stand. “Sleep well fucker. Make sure your doors and windows are locked.” I shoulder check him on my way past and fall in step with Nathan as I follow him back to his office. No doubt for a little têt-á-têt.
“Thanks for that,” I whisper.
“Everything ok?” he asks, looking down at me briefly as we make our way down the hallway.
“Nothing I can’t handle myself, that’s for sure.” I thread one arm through both straps on the backpack, lifting it up onto one shoulder.
“We’ll talk about it later.” he breathes through his nose. His face is usually without an ounce of expression, however right now, he seems to be infuriated.
“We won’t.” I roll my eyes, punching in a text to Mia that I won’t be able to meet her and the team for lunch as something came up. As he pushes me through the front door of the receptionist’s office, I screw my face up at her. I’ve seen her in the hallways here and there and for some reason she’s taken a major disliking to me.
I’m about done here already, and I’m also in no mood to have anyone being happy around me. I know what he’s calling me in here for and I wonder whether this is what he was like before me. The receptionist looks at me in disgust and I begin laughing.
Ashley, please. Remember our plan.
Remember what we decided to do.
I’m hearing Maisy more and more lately. The closer I get to avenging her death, the more she enters my mind and I find solace within the sound of her beautiful voice. Living on this earth without her for the past year has given me nothing but sadness and a desire to hurt all those who hurt her.
Fran was always going to be first. She started this, and she in motion the pain that Maisy was enduring every day during her first year at Brown. Next on my list are those fucking rats she calls her friends.
I have the perfect plan for them and I’m so excited about it I can’t wait. Quick and easy. Knowing that soon enough, I’ll be hearing their screams as I watch them slowly die, is turning me on.
Yeah, I think I might be a little more messed up that I initially thought.
“Sit.” Pushing me into the leather chair in front of his desk, he turns the lock on the door, moving to sit on the edge of his desk, right in front of me. In all his glory looking like a fucking GQ model and with the way I feel now, having him fuck me in the ass might actually calm me down. Stop my brain from overthinking and I might be able to get some fucking peace from my inner thoughts. Leaning back in the seat, I roll my lips together and look up at him.
“So, what was that?” He presses.
“Nothing.” Curling my fingers into my palm, looking at my nails. Uninterested in what he has to say. When I got back to the dorms last night, thankfully everyone was asleep in their rooms. The car I used to take the late-night drive back to school was a rental. I cleaned as much of the blood from my body, and the car as I could, making sure nothing could be traced back to me.
I stripped all my clothes off in the shower and cleaned every single inch of my body and the ceramic tiles on the walls. I made perfectly sure that there was no evidence available for anyone to find.
“It didn’t look like nothing, Ashley,” Nathan says, pulling me from my thoughts.
“I’d rather not talk about it, if it’s all the same. I’d prefer to have you buried in my pussy.” Looking up to the ceiling he closes his eyes. I hate that sex with him is the only thing I’ve felt in a long time. Resting my hands on the arms of the chair I push myself to stand. Sliding my hands between his legs, I take a step forward.
“Ashley,” he murmurs the moment I reach for the button of his navy suit trousers.
“You don’t want me?” Softening my eyes as I give him that doe eyed look that he loves so much. Taking hold of his hand in both of mine, I slide it slowly down between my breasts. His eyes following every single inch until he meets the waistband of my shorts.
“What happened to your knees?” The crease between his eyebrows becoming deeper as he looks down.
“I tripped during cheer practice,” I shrug, hopefully he believes me. I don’t really think explaining to him that I stabbed the woman he was fucking last year is a good idea really. I suck my bottom lip between my teeth and bite down. Looking up at him, he mirrors me and looks into my eyes. I know he wants me by the pained expression on his face.
“Why do I feel like that’s a load of shit?” He holds my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “What really happened? Let me help you.”
Help me?
Yeah right.
It’s impossible for anyone to help me now. I’ve taken the longest stride over a line that I can never come back from, and I don’t want help. I want everything but that. I want to punish those who deserve it.
“Touch me… Please,” I beg. I’ve come to crave his touch more and more as the days go on and today it’s even worse. After last night, and the way that sicko had his hands all over my body, the way my pussy aches to be touched by him again… is sickening. I need Nathan to replace this feeling with his own. I need him to remove every single fingerprint that the sick bastard left of me.
I mean, not that I’m any better. I’m just as sick really.
“You’re killing me, love.”
“Just a little bit. I need you, Nathan, please.”
“Jesus Christ. Can this wait?” He looks at me, placing his hands on my shoulders. “Someone could hear.” I take a step closer, lacing both my hands on either side of his face and bringing him in for a gentle peck on the lips.
“I’ll be quiet, I promise,” I mewl. “Make me come all over this desk, I need you so bad.” Last time I was in this assholes office I blacked out.
The only way I knew he finished off inside me was after I woke up on his leather couch with his cum dripping out of me.
“Please,” I whine. He stands up and I take a single step back, he grabs my waist spinning me and pulls my back flush to his chest. His hand rises to my chin as he turns my face to meet his.
Our lips millimetres apart and the anticipation of his kiss is driving me insane. I don’t know what’s gotten into me since I started fucking him. I knew offering him anal would be the deciding factor.
“Ask me again,” he growls.
“Put your fingers inside me,” I mewl against his mouth, the gentle breath from my words hitting his lips as he leans in and kisses me deeply. Devouring me with a single kiss all while working my cycling shorts past my hips and over my ass. They pool at my feet, and I step out of them as he slides himself further back onto the desk, taking me with him. We don’t usually kiss like this.
Today though, I can’t get enough. We’re all teeth and tongues as we fight for who has control over the kiss. He wraps his left arm under my chin, pulling my head back against his shoulder. As he glides his hand up and over my mouth, leaving my nose free so I can breathe.
“Put one foot on either side of my legs, spread yourself open for me.” I follow his instructions putting myself on full display for him. I’m absolutely drenched with the anticipation of having him touch me, having his fingers inside me. “I’m going to need you to be quieter than you have ever been, Ashley. This is not a joke. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”
“Yes, I understand.” My words come muffled from behind his hand but I’m pretty sure he gets the idea. With my heart thumping behind my chest, I lift my head and watch as he presses two fingers inside me.
“Soaking for me as always, love.” Within a split second, he inches inside me, as his girth fills me, stretching me in sheer pleasure.