Chapter 3
Chapter Three
The Watcher
C oraline sits on her sofa reading a book, it's a dark romance book. I took a look around her house and decided to look through a book that had a bookmark in it while she was grocery shopping a couple of weeks ago.
The villain gets the girl, but she doesn't know that yet. I stare at her through the trees and watch her plump lips part as she licks her finger to turn the page. I watch as she moves her long black hair out of her eyes and how her cheeks flush, she must be reading a good part of the book.
Her breaths are hitched, I can tell by the way her breasts rise and fall. She's horny, that brings a smile to my face so I decide to reply to her text. I watch her every move, seeing her afraid and frustrated makes my cock strain against my jeans.
I decided to let her be for the rest of the day. I'll have fun with her tonight. She asked me about the fire, and my motive was simple really, the little fuckers hands were where they weren't supposed to be.
He's lucky I didn't decapitate him in front of all of those people, but that would have been traumatic for my delicate flower. As everyone was exiting the club, I made sure she saw me. Saw what I was capable of.
I grabbed Evan and dragged him to the woods, he begged me for his life of course, but.. I don't know, I just didn't believe that he was sorry. He groped on my girl and expected to not be fucking cut open? Be fucking serious. I started with those hands he so freely let roam over her hips and her breasts, the memory stirs unfiltered rage deep within me.
I broke his fingers one by one. He screamed and was pleading for me to tell him what he had done wrong. I scoffed at that, let out a hysterical laugh actually. After I snapped all ten of his fingers like twigs, I drove a knife through both of his palms and pinned him to the floor of the woods.
I hovered over him and kneeled down next to him and I searched those muddy-piss coloured green eyes and I said "Hi Evan, we haven't met yet, but you planned on fucking my girl tonight" I grabbed an extra knife I brought with me and trailed it down his face, he screamed out in agony as I watched blood squirt from his face.
"I'm a very understanding man Evan, I am, really" I said through his screams while picking an invisible lint off of my black pants and inspecting it after. "So I'm just a little confused as to why you thought you could touch what's mine" I said. I held the knife tighter in my hand and sliced his throat open from ear to ear. It was a very eventful evening if you ask me.
I stand outside of Coraline's house and I check my wrist watch. Eleven thirty. Just on queue her bedroom light switches off, I smile to myself. I wait a few extra minutes before I make my way up the porch. I carefully pick the locks and make my way inside, her house smells so good.
I can smell that she had a shower before bed, it smells like lavender shampoo and perfume, it's sweet and sultry. I inhale deeply through my nose as I bask in her scent. I make my way up the carpeted stairs and head for her bedroom, she sleeps with the door open and as I walk in I trace her body with my eyes. I circle her on light footsteps and I take note of her hard nipples through the thin fabric of her baby pink sleep shirt, she is wearing a pink thong and her one leg is draped over the other. Her tattoo on her ass is on full display and my mouth starts watering. I clench my jaw and keep my hands fisted at my sides, God I will ruin this girl.
I walk closer to her and I caress her as I move her hair out of her face and she stirs, her breathing evens out and I know she's still sound asleep. She is so beautiful, her plump lips are parted slightly and they are puffy from her deep slumber. Her dark lashes touch her cheeks and I can't help but trail my hand lightly down her chest and I graze her nipple.
I throw my head back and bite the inside of my cheek to keep me from groaning. I force myself to pull my hand away, I reach into my pocket and pull out Evan's hummingbird pendant and I place it on her nightstand. A full smile pulls on my mouth as I imagine her shocked face in the morning when she finds it.
I can just imagine her chest heaving and a mix of fear and rage taking over her. I pull at the peak on my jeans to relieve this pressure, this girl hasn't even done anything and already the thought of her gets my Cock hard.
Fuck her.
Coraline
I stare at Evan's pendant on my nightstand. He was here, in my house. He came into my bedroom and watched me while I slept. He decided to leave a dead man's pendant for me to find when I wake up.
What kind of sick game is he playing? I get out of bed and grab my phone from the charger on my vanity, and I pull up Rose's number.
Coraline: Hey, do you wanna come over today? Bring wine. Two bottles.
Rose: Shit, okay. Yeah I'll be over in an hour.
It's twelve in the afternoon and we have finished one bottle of wine and I end up telling her everything. Well.. not everything. I told her about the drawing when she first came over, about the picture of me in the shower and I told her about the man at the nightclub.
I leave out the text messages and Evan's pendant.. I don't wanna like.. be an accessory to murder or something, so I keep those details to myself for now. "Coraline, I'm not playing with you right now, you have your get the fuck out of this house" she says.
"Have you called the cops?" She enquiries as she twirls the end of her hair. No Rose I haven't called the cops because if I call the cops and they tie everything together I might go to prison for keeping crucial information about a murder under wraps, I think to myself.
"No, I haven't, he hasn't tried to physically harm me. And I'll be damned if I let someone try and scare me out of my own house, fuck that".
"I don't feel comfortable with you being here alone, you should come home with me tonight. I have a spare bedroom already set up" Rose says as a demand. "I'm fine Corona, thank you. I appreciate it. But I'll be fine" I say and she rolls her eyes at me.
"The police station is fifteen minutes away so if I have any issues, they'll be here in no time" I say. Her shoulders relax a bit as she sighs. "Fine, whatever. But you're coming with me to a charity ball next week. The church is raising money for new plumbing and renovations or some shit" Rose says.
"You go to church?" I scoff with a raised brow. "No, Coraline," she sighs in an annoyed tone. "I do not go to church. But I could worship the pastor's son all day any day" she says with a wink.
"It's a historical ball, you'll put on a floor length gown and do your hair real pretty, you know.. for the church" Rose laughs, and I can't help but cackle along with her. I love her. I love that she is a live wire and she is exactly who she wants to be, she is unapologetic and carefree. She's not afraid of anything and even though she gets comfortable with many, many guys, she has her heart guarded and always leaves them with them wanting to crawl right back to her.
They used to call her 'the enchantress' in high school.
I'm sure you can guess why.
"Ooohhh fancy, yeah. I'd like that." I say to her as I get up and kiss her head on my way to the fridge. I grab a few strawberries and pop them in my mouth and put some on a plate for her.
"Cora.. I want you to be careful, you know.. that guy you were dancing with at the club.. what was his name? Eden? Ezra?" She ponders. "Evan" I say in a flat tone as I try to hide my eyes from her.
"Yeah! Evan, everyone thought he died in the fire. But they found him mutilated in the woods behind Vixon." I still am. I turn to my best friend. "What?" I say in a whisper.
"Yeah.. the county officials found him pinned to the ground with his hands broken and his throat slashed. Brutal" I hear ringing in my ears, I start to see white specks prick my vision as I battle to chew the rest of my strawberries. A murderer has been in my bedroom and has been watching me sleep.
That night I hopped in the shower about 10pm. I turn on the water and stand under it and let the hot water run over my head and onto my face. I stand there for a minute just absorbing it until my brain and my body betray me as I think of the man in the motorcycle helmet outside of my window that night. He wants me. He's killed for me.
I think of what he would look like, would he have blonde hair, or auburn? Would his eyes be green or brown? What is his name and what does he want from me? I trail my hands over my breasts and feel that my nipples are unintentionally hard, I lean my head back against the tile in the shower and cup my breast while my other hand trails down my abdomen and to the sensitive bundle of nerves in between my legs. I start circling my clit with light pressure as I tug slightly on my nipple.
I let out a soft moan as I continue playing with myself, I keep my eyes closed as I bite my bottom lip and I start feeling my wetness coat my fingers. The water is rushing over my head and into my ears as I feel a pressure settle low in my stomach. I keep playing with my pussy and I feel myself starting to become undone. I open my eyes to see a pair of icy blue eyes.. almost crystal like, staring at me. Before I can even scream or run, he grabs me and covers my mouth as my back is pressed towards him.
"Hi delicate flower" is all he says in a low, gritty voice. It's almost primal. I know immediately that I'm in deep, utter, shit.