Rage

Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Rue Bennett

S lipping in from the back door, I don’t even bother glancing around to see who’s here because in my mind, it’s just me and my parents. I couldn't understand why they would be involved with the scum of the Earth when Elias told me they’d been funding these criminals but as I look back, everything starts to make more sense.

My parents are wealthy, but they were never as involved as others in my life. They left me home alone since I was twelve to fend for myself as they partied and came home in the early hours of the morning, did coke in the fucking kitchen like crackheads before business meetings and did not attend my school functions once. Not even when I won the state title for sprinting.

“Mum and dad have a very important business meeting with very important people, dear. They’re sorry they couldn’t make it.”

Our housekeeper would rattle off the same fucking sentence.

Elias hands me the chainsaw and it weighs less than I thought it would. Chatter comes through the closed french doors as we approach the formal lounge, my palms beginning to sweat. I made sure to time this during the guard's changeover, that way we wouldn’t be interrupted.

“It’s like they just want more and more. They never stop,” my father says.

Kicking through the doors, they bang on either ends of the wall, their frightened faces looking from me to Elias.

“Darling?” My mother clutches at her chest.

“If you think they want a lot, you’re not ready for what I’m going to want.” I turn the chainsaw on, the two buttons easy enough to operate with one hand.

My father raises his hands. “Rue, we can explain.”

“Explain?” I laugh, letting the manic rage take over me. “Young girls. Women. Children!”

The chainsaw in my hand vibrates as I step closer to them.

“The money you proudly sport on your wrist and hands might as well be covered with blood,” I spit.

“Rue! Listen to me!”

“I’m done fucking listening.”

I lunge forward and my mother screams, the chainsaw gutting her from the middle, her blood splattering over my face as my father makes a move to reach for his phone. Elias has him in a chokehold within a second as I twist the chainsaw, her eyes bulging from their sockets, the slick, warm blood coating my hands. She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out, her thick locks falling onto her face as I pull her intestines from her stomach.

“Good God! What have you done!?” my father yells as he struggles in Elias’ arms.

Wrenching the chainsaw from her, she falls on her back, the blood pouring out of the six-inch wound in her stomach. Picking up the soft, jellylike organ, I throw it around my neck and sever the rest, wearing it like a necklace.

People say your first kill is hard, but that wasn’t true for me. I took great pleasure in taking that slimy mother fuckers life and I’d do it again. The toughness is in accepting you want them dead. I used to be pure in my thoughts but when you’re pure in your thoughts, the world takes advantage of you.

The horror on my father's face is the first I’ve seen it. He was always so damn serious, clutching his phone in his hand, plastered to his face, too busy to talk because he’s always doing business, but not today.

Elias releases him, snatching and crushing his phone beneath his boot.

“Rue...please...” His bottom lip wobbles as his life flashes before his eyes, and fuck it feels good to be the one in power.

“Get on your knees,” Elias demands, kicking him so he falls to the floor.

“Our father in heaven, hallowed be thy name,” he sobs.

Wiping my mother's blood on my shirt, I step forward toward him and bring his eyes to mine. “Pray to your lord...but your soul is mine to keep.”

He clutches his hands together, now sitting back on his heels, tears streaming down his face as he whispers, “I’m sorry.”

“I hope it was worth it. The money, the cars, the life...” The chainsaw roars to life in my hands, like a wild beast, finally free from its cage.

“We didn’t mean for this to?—”

Brains, blood, and matter spray in every direction as the chainsaw meets the top of his head, my screams ripping my throat apart as I push against the resistance of his skull. I don’t stop until it cuts through the bone, sawing down between his eyes, then nose and mouth. I want to keep going...to saw him in half, but the damn battery dies.

“Fuck!” I yell in frustration, the chain now wedged in my father's skull.

“We probably should have charged it,” Elias jokes, stepping around to take a look at my artwork, adjusting himself. “That was a hell of a show though, shame it got cut short.”

“Ugh!” I pull at the chainsaw, holding my father's body with my foot. “You couldn’t have got something that runs on petrol?” I ask, yanking at the handle.

“And pollute the environment?” Elias laughs at his own joke and I turn to face him.

“Can you get it out or not?” I step aside and the body thumps onto the floor.

“Anything for you, Slasher .” He winks, and with one pull, he frees the chainsaw. My father's blood and brains drip onto the expensive rug they purchased for their twentieth anniversary, and I cover my mouth as a smile creeps onto my lips.

“What?”

Elias stands there, tall, all black outfit with torn denim jeans, covered in my father's blood. At first glance, you wouldn’t think he’s crazy but if the last few weeks have taught me anything, it’s that he very much is.

“I think I might be starting to understand why you’re constantly rock hard after you kill someone,” I admit, stepping toward him, our bodies mere inches away from each other.

“Miss Rue Bennett...are you flirting with me?”

The ridges of his muscles are like perfectly carved stone beneath my fingers. “I think I want to feel something other than rage tonight.”

“Say it and I’ll do whatever you want.” He wraps his arms around me, pulling me in. “I’ll be whoever you want me to be.”

“I want you, Elias.”

Reaching down, I unbuckle his belt and undo his pants, freeing his hard cock.

“If you touch me, I’ll never be able to erase it from my memory,” he speaks just as I wrap my hand around his length, thick and long.

“I didn’t know you were a romantic.” I smile.

“No, Slasher , I mean I won’t ever stop thinking about it...” He gulps as I stroke him. “I will obsess over it...and when I obsess over something, it usually leads to carnage.”

“Now you're flirting with me , Mr Cross.”

He’s not gentle in the way he kisses me, and I don’t want him to be. I spent years thinking something was wrong with me because I didn’t get along with the rich kids my parents knew. They always said I was weird, and they never once tried to understand me. Now, I have someone who wants me because of it. He wants me because my crazy matches his.

The chainsaw falls to the floor as Elias lifts my shirt over my head, revealing my bare breasts.

“Are you sure you want this?” he brings my eyes to his as he cups my face, “As much as it turns me on watching you unleash, I would rather chew my dick off than cross a line with you if you’re not ready.”

“Elias...”

His eyes fall to my mouth, his hard cock pressing into me.

“I want our first time to be now.”

“In your family living room?”

“Yes.” I smirk. “In front of my dead parents.”

“Fuck,” he whispers, his eyes rolling back as he falls to his knees, taking my breast into his mouth, sucking, biting, and licking. He doesn’t waste a moment as he removes my shorts and panties, nearly tearing them in two. Lifting my leg over his shoulder, his tongue is everything I imagined and more. Wet, rough, and relentless. Flicking my clit, he teases me with his finger as I tighten my grip in his hair, yanking his head and rolling my hips over his face.

The gleam in his eyes can be seen from fucking Mars as he sucks me into his mouth, then flattens his tongue.

I moan at the sight of the slick blood on his hands, gripping my thigh as he devours me, and it feels like I might explode. Whether it is the sense of power from this position, him submitting to me , or the way he fucks me with his tongue... I’m never going to be the same again.

“Do you deserve the air you breathe?” I ask, tugging his face away from my pussy an inch as he licks my arousal on his lips.

“Not if you don’t want me to.” He smiles like a child in a playground, and I chuckle. “Sit on my fucking face and take your throne, Slasher .”

I do exactly that, grinding my hips slowly at first, covering his mouth and nose as his tongue enters me and it’s incredible. I whimper, unable to hold back my arousal and his eyes darken at my approval. Pressing me onto his face harder, he grasps my ass, digging his fingers into my skin. I feel the intensity begin to overcome me, as I curl my toes, almost ready to finish when he sucks my clit one last time.

“Elias!” I groan, shuddering over his face as he braces me, keeping my body upright as I ride the wave of pleasure.

He comes up for air, the blood now transferred from his hands to my thighs and now to his mouth. When he smiles, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone look terrifying and attractive at the same time.

Setting me down on the couch, he removes his clothing, his dark tattoos now on display as he strokes himself. He stands there, his dark strands falling over his face, the scars he’s endured from countless kills covering his body.

“I’m addicted,” he whispers.

Too spent to formulate words, I wait for more as he approaches me, nudging my knees apart. Two months ago, I thought I could never let another man touch me and when I met Elias, I never thought I would open myself up to him. He did everything in his power to get me to be comfortable in my own skin when all I wanted to do was rip it off. Now, I don’t dare hide myself from him because I know the more I show him, the harder we both fall.

“I’m obsessed.” He hovers over me, the tip of his cock beginning to stretch me open. “And now...” he pushes in further and I gasp, “I will show you how good it feels to give in to the voices until the only one you can hear is mine.”

He thrusts into me, placing his hand on my throat. When I don’t flinch, he smiles, tightening his grip. “Take a deep breath because for the next few minutes, I’m going to show you what it feels like in my head every time you look at me with those eyes.”

He thrusts harder, jerking my body as his hand closes firmly over my throat, the blood in my face pulsing with nowhere to go. I open my mouth to speak, only to roll my eyes into the back of my head as he pounds into me.

I don’t know if I’ve ever felt like this. To be fucked by someone who worships you cannot be compared to having sex in a regular relationship because now, I understand when he said it’s all he’ll be thinking about.

This moment will always be ingrained in my brain. I will train it not to forget what he feels like inside me because it’s the most powerful I’ve felt in my life.

“You look sensational, Slasher.” He chuckles as a sharp zing spreads across my breast, his teeth grazing my skin. “Taking all of me so fucking well.”

I gasp as he removes his hand, sucking all the air back into my lungs.

“Is that all you’ve got?”

Grinning, he increases the pace, holding my knees apart as he watches himself slide in and out of me. “I don’t know if you’re ready for it all just yet.”

“Don’t make decisions for me.” I glide my hand down and grip his cock.

“Fuck,” he hisses, pulling out of me as I stroke his length. “If that’s what you want, I will give you everything.”

Spitting down onto my pussy, he coats it and begins massaging my clit with his thumb. My toes curl at the added sensation, every muscle in my body focused on the release that’s imminent. “I can’t wait to have all of you.”

He flips me over, my face now beside the chainsaw covered in blood. Luckily it has a safety system in place where it cannot be operated unless the two buttons are pressed simultaneously, otherwise I fear the potential accidents.

My pussy stretches again, accommodating his size as he hovers over me, licking from my shoulder to my ear. “Did you enjoy it?”

I stare at the droplets of crimson, falling from the blade of the chainsaw as he enters me to the hilt. The sting in my skull makes me smile as he gathers my hair in a fist, pulling back.

“Tell me, Slasher, how much you enjoyed taking their life and how much you want to do it again.”

I moan, my breasts rubbing against the material of the couch, the pool of blood getting bigger as it drips from the chainsaw. Pushing my hips back, the tip of his cock hits the right place, over and over again as he drives himself into me, the sound of our skin slapping against each other.

“I loved every single second,” I whisper, still staring at the chainsaw.

“Yes,” Elias groans, his cock hardening. “Such a killer .”

His hand lands down hard on my ass and my nipples harden at the contact.

“Oh, does my little Slasher like that?” He questions at my visceral response.

“Yes,” I say breathlessly.

Again.

Harder.

He grips my hips as I struggle to think, thrusting into me as he groans, “I’m so close.”

So am I.

The words don’t come out as my body shudders again, tightening around his cock. White spots appear in my vision as I work to come down from my high, Elias still chasing his.

“I want you inside me when I’m taking my vengeance.”

“Fuck!” he yells, exploding inside me, his fingers bruising my hip as his hot come runs down my thigh.

His breath fans the nape of my neck as he rests his head on mine. “The next time we fuck, I want you bathed in their blood.”