Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Calista

July, 2020

E rich and I have been dating exclusively for the past six weeks, ever since the night of our explosive first date. He spoils me with orgasms almost every day, and constantly tells me how beautiful and smart I am. I'm quickly falling in love with him, which is wholly unexpected. I'd never planned on meeting anyone I could feel that way about. Then he crashed into my life, and I couldn't be happier.

With the help of one of his realtor friends, I managed to find my perfect house. I moved in a week ago, and I'm nearly done unpacking and setting everything up the way I like it. Erich has stayed over almost every night. We've christened every single room, including my fully finished basement.

Thinking of my basement reminds me that I have plans for it tonight. I've somehow been able to keep Alistair's attention for the last several months. He thinks that tonight is the night that I'm finally going to sleep with him. Erich is out of town until tomorrow, so I've got the house to myself for the first time since I moved in. It's the perfect night for a murder.

I dig through my secret stash that I keep locked in the basement safe. There aren't any icicles outside, since it's summer, but that's not an issue anymore. I found the perfect icicle mold online and ordered several.

I double check that everything else I'll need tonight is prepped and ready before closing the safe. I carry the molds to the sink and fill all of them using store bought bottled water I keep on hand, before placing them in my deep freezer. They'll be ready in about three hours.

I head to the master bedroom, stripping out of my comfy clothes and slipping into my bathrobe. Standing in front of my mirror, I take in all of me. My eyes are bright and happy. I grab my phone and take two pictures. The first, of my untied robe, showing off my nude body and the bruises that Erich left. He learned pretty quickly that I enjoy it when he gets rough with me. I shoot my man a text, with the picture alongside a simple message.

“Missing you Thought you might enjoy this view while you're gone…”

I tie my robe, but leave the top open just enough to show a tiny bit of cleavage. I snap another quick picture, then send this one to Alistair.

“Can't wait for tonight, stud.”

He opens it immediately, and I roll my eyes at his over-eager reaction. I toss my phone onto my bed, then head into the master bathroom to shower, using my antibacterial soap to wash every inch of me. When I'm clean, I put my robe back on and tie my hair into two tight dutch braids, pinning the ends into the braid on the opposite side of my head. I don't want there to be any chance of my hair coming down tonight.

As I'm finishing getting dressed in a black leather bodysuit, I get an alert on my phone from the cameras on my front gate. A car has pulled up to my driveway. One I'm far more familiar with than I want to admit. Flashbacks threaten to surface, but I force them down. Now is not the time. I hit the button to open my gate. I should have about five minutes before he reaches the main entrance and my front door. It's just enough time to put on my favorite red lipstain and do a perfect set of winged eyeliner. I blow myself a kiss in the mirror, then head downstairs to my front door. My icicles still need about an hour before any of them will be ready. But I've got plans for Alistair that will fill the time perfectly.

I swing open the double front doors and greet him with a sweet, yet fake, smile. He must take it as a genuine one because he grins at me before saying, "Well hello, you sexy thing."

He tries to wrap his arms around me, but I evade his embrace. I want him to touch me as little as possible. "Come on inside, Ali." I toss him a flirty wink and inwardly cringe at myself.

He follows at my heels like a love starved puppy, briefly stopping to close my doors before continuing to follow me. I guide him to the living room and motion for him to have a seat on my plush sectional couch.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Two fingers of scotch, if you have any. Otherwise water is fine."

I give his shoulder a squeeze, then leave the living room. My kitchen is out of sight of where he's seated on the couch, so he doesn't see when I grab a small vial and add several drops of a cloudy liquid to his glass of scotch. Usually, I wouldn't bother to drug someone I'm about to kill, but I need him to willingly go down to my basement and not ask questions. This drug will simply lower his inhibitions and make him more susceptible to suggestions. The fact that it's also going to heighten his senses is simply an added bonus.

I grin to myself as I stir his drink, tucking the vial into my bra before I grab myself a glass of watered down whisky. I'm not actually going to drink it, but I want him to think that I am. Picking up both glasses, and making sure to keep his in my right hand so that I don't accidently mix them up —wouldn't that be awful— I head back to the living room.

I hand Alistair his scotch, then sit a few feet away from him and stretch out my legs on the couch. He knocks his drink back as if it's a single shot, and places his empty glass on my coffee table before looking at me expectantly. Depending on how recently he's eaten, I've got about ten minutes before the drug hits him. I know exactly how I can fill that time.

"How about I show you around?" I tack on a coy smile, the one that he seems to really enjoy.

"Only if it ends on a bang."

I want to puke, but force myself to remain calm and reply, "But of course." He throws his head back and laughs, making me roll my eyes. Standing up from the couch, I lead him through my house, showing him every room on the second floor first. His knees start to get wobbly by the time we walk back down to the first floor. I show him where the guest bathroom is, not that he's going to need it. By the time we make it to the locked door to the basement, his eyes have gone glassy and he's swaying a bit on his feet.

He has a goofy grin on his face as I pull the key out of my pocket and open the door. "My favorite room in the entire house is in the basement."

"Wha rooms tha?" he slurs.

"It's my playroom. Wanna see where I have all my fun?" I step aside and let him walk down the stairs ahead of me. I pull the door closed and flip on the lights before descending the steps. Alistair spins in a slow circle as he takes in the seemingly empty room. His eyes snag on the chains hanging from the ceiling, and a crooked grin takes over his face once again. I lean my shoulder against the wall and watch him.

He grabs the chains, and I see the moment it registers that they're heavy duty and meant for more than rough sex. Though, I would love it if Erich strung me up from them.

"What are thesss for?"

"They're for you, Alistair. Don't you want me to play with you?" I step away from the wall and walk towards him, pulling a pair of handcuffs out of my back pocket. I let them dangle off my finger tip, and his eyes watch them sway from side to side. He nods once, then holds both of his arms out for me. I click the cuffs onto his wrists, then lift his arms above his head. Grabbing the hook at the end of the chain, I attach it to the middle of the cuffs and walk backward. I slowly move towards the wall where I had previously been leaning, and reach up to flip a switch.

A low, grinding sound startles Alistair, and he nearly falls. But the chain recedes towards its home in the ceiling and pulls his arms taut above his head, saving him from his stumble. A confused look takes over his face as his arms are pulled higher and higher, until eventually his feet barely touch the floor. I flip the switch again and the chain stops, leaving Alistair swinging slightly.

"Wha-what are you doing, Lynette?"

I move just out of his sight, and he attempts to turn to see what I'm doing. What he failed to see when he arrived was a second chain bolted to the floor. I pick it up and attach a pair of ankle cuffs to it. I slip his shoes and socks off his feet, then roll his pant legs up a couple of times before securing the cuffs to his ankles. I turn toward my safe and punch in the code. It unlocks with a series of clicks, and the door pops open.

I pick up my trusty swiss army knife and flick open the blade. I already sharpened it earlier, but I know that Alistair will hear the sound and be concerned by it. I look at the rest of my Ice Queen goodies, and my eyes fall on a box that I just purchased yesterday. I'd planned for Erich to use it on me when he got back from his trip, but I can always buy a better one, that hasn't been soiled by Alistair. I open the box and pull out the ball gag. The band reminds me of a leather belt and secures in the back. The ball itself is made of black rubber and has several small holes. It's perfect if I decide I've heard enough of Alistair's mouth. Knowing him, it's going to be used sooner rather than later.

I grab both toys, and move back in front of Alistair. His eyes widen when he sees what I'm holding, and he thrashes against his chains. I hold up a hand and wave a finger back and forth, tsking.

"Behave, Alistair. I'm going to have so much fun with you tonight." He visibly relaxes, the chains clanking as his body goes limp.

"You want to know a secret, Alistair?" He nods his head emphatically. "I'm not who you think I am. Not at all. My name isn't Lynette Yarrow. Not legally. You know me by another name, two in fact."

His forehead wrinkles as his eyebrows pull together. "Wh-who are you then?"

"Picture me with light colored hair up to about here." I bring a hand up to my chin. "About three inches shorter, a hundred pounds fatter, wearing glasses and a school uniform." I pause, waiting for him to conjure up the image of me back at Winter Lake. His eyes dart side to side as he thinks.

"Don't remember me, Alistair? That's too bad. Because I was never able to forget you." I step closer, and use the open knife to cut his shirt open, making sure not to nick his skin, not yet anyway. I take a deep breath, then step back a bit. "I'm Calista Graves. You and your buddy Derren assaulted me, senior year at Winter Lake."

This dumb fuck actually laughs. "I fucked s-so many girlss when I went to Wi-Winter Lake. I can-can't remember them all." He laughs again, and it infuriates me. I close the blade of my knife and tuck it into my pocket before approaching him. I draw back my arm, punching him in the ribs repeatedly. Thanks to the chains holding him in place, he's unable to get away from my blows.

"You called me trailer trash. Beat me half to death. Shoved me into the trunk of the car you still drive to this day, then tied me to a picnic table and hit me so hard that I lost consciousness. To this day, I have no idea what else you did to me that afternoon." I pause for a minute, letting him absorb my words. I pull my knife out of my pocket, flicking it open once again. And I can see the moment he remembers. His eyes narrow, then widen. Not wanting to hear him whine when I start having my fun, I put the ball gag on him, and secure it tightly at the back of his head. Then I trace the pointed end of my knife along his naked chest.

"Ah, so you do remember me then. Technically, I should thank you. If it hadn't been for you not facing any consequences for what you did to me, and likely countless other girls, I wouldn't be who, or where, I am today." I start to carve my signature into his chest. Alistair attempts to pull away from the tip of my knife, but the chains hold him securely in place. "A piece of shit like you doesn't deserve my praise though. I'll save it for a man who does."

As if I have the power to summon such a man, I hear Erich's heavy footsteps upstairs, and his muffled voice calls out for me. Grateful that I’ve already put the gag into Alistair's mouth, I wipe my knife clean on his shirt, then step back. Half of my signature is done, I just need to add the crown on top of it. I tuck my knife into my pocket, pat Alistair's cheek once, then walk towards the steps. I'm panicking on the inside, but I refuse to let Alistair see any of it.

I don't know what I'm going to tell Erich exactly, and I'm quickly running out of time. I reach the door and flip the switch to turn off the lights before opening it. I call out once I get the door closed behind me. "Erich? I wasn’t expecting you back tonight."

He steps out of the living room, holding Alistair's empty glass. His eyes hold questions that I know I’m going to have to answer.

I sigh, "Sit down. I need to talk to you." Fuck it, I have to come clean to him. If he cares as deeply for me as I think he does, he'll understand. Right?

"Baby, you're making me nervous. What's going on?" He looks like he's on the verge of tears. We sit on the edge of the couch, and I take his hands in mine.

"I want to start by telling you that I'm falling for you. I never expected to meet anyone I liked, let alone love someone. That being said, I haven't been one hundred percent honest with you." I take a deep breath to steady my nerves, and Erich gives my hands a squeeze.

"I-I'm a monster. A good monster, but a monster nonetheless. For the last few months I've been leading someone on. Someone who hurt me years ago but didn't recognize me when he saw me again this year. The chains I had installed in the basement? I didn't have them installed with the sole intention of you using them on me like I led you to believe..." I trail off, but Erich seems to understand what I mean.

"Are-are you telling me that right now there's someone chained up in the basement? Someone who hurt you?" I nod once, unable to meet his eyes. I'm not ashamed of what I'm doing, but I do feel bad for lying to Erich.

"Is this person the one who assaulted you in high school?" He pulls one of his hands away from mine and uses it to lift my head.

My eyes meet his, and I see a deep well of understanding. "Yes."

"I'm guessing you don't plan to let him go when you're done doing whatever it is that you plan to do to him?"

"He's not leaving my house alive, Erich." My voice is strong and unwavering as I speak the words, admitting aloud for the first time that I plan to murder Alistair. Erich nods, then loosens his tie before pulling it off and rolling up his shirt sleeves. He stands up, holding out a hand for me. "Show me. I want to watch."

My eyes dart between his, I need to be sure. "You really want to do this? This isn't a path you can come back from, Erich. Once you see this side of me..." I shrug, and as my shoulders drop back down, Erich kneels in front of me. His hands reach up to cup my face as he says, "Calista, I love every single part of you. Including the dark parts that you haven't shown anyone. You are mine. My beautiful girl. My princess. I want to be your partner in all ways. Do you understand?"

A single tear runs down my cheek, and his thumb wipes it away. "Yes, Daddy." His lips meet mine in a hurried kiss, and when we part, I open my eyes, looking into his as I whisper, "I love you, too." He drops a kiss to my forehead before standing up, holding out a hand, which I take. He helps me stand, and I lead him to the basement. I unlock the door and pull it open, then reach for the light switch, flipping it back on. We silently walk down the steps, and when we reach Alistair, Erich stops abruptly. He looks between me and the man I have chained up.

"Alistair?" Erich's voice is full of disbelief.

"You know him?"

Erich turns to me and nods slowly. "I told you that I have a son I haven't seen or spoken to in a decade. Alistair is that son." Erich scoffs, then turns to face his son.

Alistair attempts to speak, but the ball gag prevents him from doing so.

"I can't even say I'm surprised, Son." Erich glances down at Alistair's chest, and that's when he notices what I started to carve into him. "Wait. I know that symbol. I've seen it on the news. Princess, are you the one they've been calling the Ice Queen?"

"Yes. Too many men assault women every day and get away without so much as a slap on the wrist. It's not right."

Erich is quiet for a moment, then he steps closer to me. He pulls me against his body, and I can feel how turned on he is. He kisses me, and it's all teeth and tongue. We fight for dominance, and he lets me win. When we part, he looks into my eyes and says, "I love you, so fucking much. Let's finish this together, yeah?"

I step back, pull my knife from my pocket, and flick it open. "I love you too, Daddy." I nod to the side. "In the freezer, there are several icicle molds. Pull one out of the mold for me, would you?" Erich kisses my forehead, then steps away while I walk closer to Alistair and finish my carving. Just as I pull the knife away from his chest for the last time, Erich approaches me, icicle in hand.

He holds it out for me, then wraps his hand over the top of mine and stands behind me. Together, we shove it into Alistair's eyeball. Even the ballgag isn't enough to muffle his screams as the tip penetrates the gelatinous orb. It's one of the best sounds I've heard all day, second only to Erich whispering a husky, "I love you," in my ear as we shove the icicle deeper into the eye socket. Thanks to the drug I gave him, Alistair passes out from the sensory overload. He'll die quietly, at least.

As his screams finally die out, Erich turns me around and devours my lips in the hottest kiss we've ever shared. He pulls away from me and quickly unzips my body suit before unzipping his fly.

He picks me up, and slides into me easily. Turns out, murder makes both of us horny. You won't catch me complaining whatsoever, though. I let him take me, while he whispers how much he loves me over and over. I lose track of how many times he brings me to orgasm in front of the dead body in the middle of the room.

This man is my perfect other half, and I can't wait to see how our future unfolds.

The End.

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