2. Two Lakey
Two: Lakey
T hat stupid ass motherfucker . Stepping into the shower after shedding my clothes, I started ruminating on last night and the events that led to Dani’s inevitable death.
I got home last night and found him passed out with his arm around her.
He knew the rules. Those cunts were not allowed to fall asleep in my bed. Whether he broke them, or she did, didn’t matter. He should have kicked her out and then I’d have had the fun of trying to find her. In all this time, I’ve only ever been unable to track three women. Somehow, they’d disappeared off the face of the planet and it still burned my ass that I hadn’t had my fun.
Anyway, that’s neither here nor there. It was so cute watching her freak out trying to get out from under his arm as I motioned her forward. All I had to do was tell her that I was his little sister, and I wanted to drive her home.
They’re so gullible.
“Oh, Cam doesn’t like when girls sleep over. He has really bad nightmares and can hurt someone if he has one and they stay over. I’m surprised he didn’t mention it.”
She looked relieved when I told her. “Thank you so much…”
“Cassidy.” I shook her hand and nodded. “Come on, I’ll drive you home. I have a bike though, so you’ll have to be my backpack.”
I did drive her… somewhere. If I had feelings, I’d have felt bad. She was so chatty, even at 2 a.m. but unfortunately for her, she’d taken the bait and fucked my man. She didn’t understand that Cam was devoid of a soul, save for when it came to me, and vice versa.
We’d grown up together. We’d suffered together. We’d bonded together.
In sickness and in health. Though, to be fair, it was not the kind of sickness where you cough and sputter and see a doctor and then a spoonful of medicine makes you feel better. It was the kind of sickness that crawls under your skin and builds scars from the inside out.
But they didn’t know that. How could they?
The more she chattered on about what a gentleman Cam was and how smitten (who the fuck uses that word anymore?) she was with him, the more I itched to rip her face off. Only, I smiled and nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world. When she pointed to the street I was supposed to turn down to take her home, a frown fell over her face as I casually drove past it and kept going down to the valley just beyond the city.
“We’re going to watch the sunrise.”
She hadn’t even questioned it. Cam really knew how to pick ‘em, stupid and docile, and I don’t know if I hated or loved him for it. It made my job easier, but easy didn’t get me off like it used to. I wanted a challenge; I wanted a fight.
Parking at the top of the cliff, just outside the jurisdiction of our sleeping little town, I grabbed her a blanket from my saddlebag and told her to set it up, throwing her a couple bottles of water before grabbing my mask. Staring down at the beautiful criss-cross pattern across the eyes, and the bands of bright pink across the mouth, I smiled.
Ever since I’d watched the movie as a teen, I knew that this mask was the one that spoke to my soul. Cams was Ghostface, typical, but this one… in it’s bright pink and blue glory spoke to me on a primal level. It was beautiful. Terrifying.
I’d slipped it on and grabbed my karambits, my favorite little knives. The way they fit in my small hands, the curvature of the blade. No one ever saw them coming. They were clean, easy to maneuver in small space.
Quick.
Most killers wanted the big, hunting blades. The ones that left the most mess, with the biggest holes.
Or guns.
But I found guns uncouth. Impersonal.
If you’re going to kill a stranger, you need to look them in the eye and watch their life playing out in their final moments. It was my favorite part. Not for the demented reasons lesser psychos enjoyed it. Most people enjoyed watching people die, but I liked to see how people had lived.
It allowed me to see exactly who was behind the mask they wore everyday. Were they that confident person they pretended to be? Did they go fearlessly into the void? Had they achieved self-actualization, and could they genuinely leave this earth with the knowledge that they had accomplished enough?
As the light left their eyes, the answer was almost always no.
And since the answer was almost always no, then why were they wasting time fucking around with my man instead of figuring out who they were and what they wanted to accomplish?
Honestly, I was doing them– and the world, quite frankly– a favor. Anyone who wastes time to this degree doesn’t deserve to have it.
I digress and with a sigh, I began my ritual. Grabbing my travel bottle, I clicked open the lid. Sliding my hands across each other, I lathered with my favorite coconut and argan soap before rinsing off with a half empty bottle of water. I liked my hands being clean before I painted them red. This soap was the most moisturizing one I’ve found that didn’t also make me break out in hives. Of course, it was almost empty because Cam couldn’t seem to buy his own and kept using mine and not remembering to replace it.
Did he let her use it?
A fresh wave of anger flowed over me as I shook my head.
My mask was in place, my babies resting comfortably in my hands and my target sitting comfortably on the blanket, sipping her water. I slid in behind her, my knees resting on either side of her as I clicked the LEDs on, lighting my mask against the dawn, giving it a nice glow against the blonde of her hair.
“Cassidy? What-” She craned her neck backwards. She tried to squirm, suddenly uncomfortable.
“Shhhh. Just relax.” Of course, she couldn’t and that just sent her into a wave of panic. With a sigh, I brought my hands to her neck and with two swift movements, brought the knives down on the jugulars on each side of her neck. Just an inch on each one, holding her tightly against me, tipping her head upwards as the blood began to flow. Her panicked heart made it spurt much faster than I’d have liked, and the narrowing of her eyes spoke volumes. She wasn’t ready to die. Her arms came up, trying to clutch at my face, her hands weak attempts to grab at my shoulders, my hair, my mask.
“It’s okay, Dani… shhhh, it’s okay.” I petted her hair as I reassured her quietly. I don’t know why I had comforted her as she went. Normally I watched in silence, but something about the way her eyes held the image of fear was different to those who came before her. It was… strange. For a moment, I wondered if she saw me for what I truly was—or if she just saw herself reflected at her.
Not strange enough to cause me regret. But strange enough that I felt she deserved a moment of peace before she took her last breath and I dumped her body off the cliff and into the ocean, forever forgotten.
Dani’s fear wasn’t new; it was universal. They all looked the same when the truth hit them—that their lives meant nothing to me. To anyone. The irony? Neither did mine.
With a sigh, I gathered the blanket and put it in the metal drum and lit it on fire, along with the waterproof, lightweight jacket I had on and my pants, which were now destroyed. Socks and underwear too. My shoes would be bleached and washed. These were my favorites, and I cursed my lack of foresight at not wearing my grubbies.
Standing up, just as the sun rose, warming my skin, I stretched my arms to the sky with a deep breath. My back crackled and popped with the motion, relieving some tension. It was beautiful here. Probably my favorite place aside from next to Cam and watching the little girl.
Dressing in some random leggings that were in the bag, I checked my shirt to make sure it was clean before wiping my mask with baby wipes and putting it in my saddlebag along with my knives before closing it and heading to breakfast, checking in on my girl for an hour or so first.
The front door slammed shut just as I’d finished reminiscing, and a smile broke out on my face.
Oh, Cam was pissy, and I can’t wait for him to take it out on me . I turned off the shower and dried off just as I heard him tossing the keys on the counter.
“Laaaaakey.” He started whistling. “Ooooooh, Laaaakey.”
I stifled a giggle, throwing on one of his t-shirts and stuffing myself in his side of the closet. His heavy footsteps thumped around the apartment.
“I can smell your soap, baby girl.”
Yeah, the soap you keep using.
He moved around the apartment, rifling through closets before stopping outside the bedroom.
“Lakeeeeyyyy-” His voice was getting closer.
My heart thudded in my chest with excitement, and I mentally scolded myself for enjoying his games so much. He was a charismatic asshole yes, but he was my asshole.
“I know you’re in there. Just know, if you have a knife that you plan on attacking me with, I’ll choke you within an inch of your life and then deny you an orgasm.”
Damnit. I should have thought of that, but I didn’t. Oh well. I knew to leave well enough alone because I did want him to fuck me and for both of us to come. The door swung open slowly, the creak elongating in the silence before his feet thumped against the carpet.
Reaching out a hand, I made to flatten against the wall as his hand skimmed my bare ass.
“Found you-”
I shrieked as he yanked me out of the closet, stumbling into his arms.
“You fucker!” I playfully punched his chest as he laughed, his grip on my wrists tightening just enough to sting.
“Now, now. What did we say about the language?”
“Oh, come off it. You know I’ll never give up the pleasure of saying fuck. You can try to dom me, but the fact is, you know I’ll always have the upper hand.” I giggled. “Besides, you swear almost every other word.”
His eyes darkened with a wicked glint, and I knew I was in deep shit. Pulling me to the bed, he draped me over his knees. “You’ve been naughty, Lakes. How many spanks do you think you deserve?”
“None. She deserved it for touching what’s mine.” I replied haughtily.
“We will do ten to start. Count after each one, or we start again.”
The first hit stung more than it usually did, and I hissed, but I didn’t let him see the hurt on my face.
“One.”
Cam's hand came down hard on my ass with a loud clap, making me gasp as the pain shot straight to my pussy. "Two." My cheeks stung and burned, but I tried to keep my breathing even.
Another slap echoed through the room, and then another, each one stinging more than the last. With every swing of his hand, I counted, trying not to focus on the ache.
"Eight..." A tear rolled down my cheek as I winced from the rush of blood, but I refused to beg for him to stop. That would only make it worse. Or better. Most people would think this is abuse, but we’d long figured out that pain made the pleasure burn brighter, last longer and feel heightened.
He paused, rubbing his hand over the hot, red marks on my ass. "You're such a brat sometimes, you know that?" His voice was low and rough. “But you’re taking it like such a good girl.”
I stayed silent, knowing he’d take care of me. He pulled me into his embrace and kissed me gently on the forehead. "I think that’s enough."
I nodded against his chest, as he held me, his hands tracing circles on my back. He helped me up and onto the bed, his touch softening as he moved me like a precious doll. "Turn around." He pulled the shirt off as he went.
My skin was bruised but the burning subsided, leaving a pleasant throbbing between my legs. He gently pushed me onto my stomach and began to kiss and nibble along my sides, causing goosebumps to erupt on my skin. His hands moved to my hips, and then lower, teasing me.
I gasped as cool air hit my tender skin, as he blew on my ass before lightly tickling his fingers over my flesh. He chuckled darkly and slipped a finger inside me. "You're so wet for me."
He pushed two fingers inside, curling them in a way he knew made me melt. I moaned out his name.
"That's it, baby." His voice was husky with desire. "I've missed this."
He added a third finger, stretching me, as his other hand roamed to my swollen clit. He knew exactly how to touch me, how to make me come undone. The room was thick with the scent of arousal and our sweat.
"I'm going to fuck you, Lakey. I’m going to destroy you; make you scream my name. If you ever for one fucking second doubted who I belong to, you won’t after today," he growled, as he removed his hand from between my legs. I arched my back in response, desperate for him. He didn't make me wait long, his hardness pressing against my entrance. He slowly pushed in, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside me.
"Oh Goddd," I moaned out, my nails digging into the sheets as he started to move. Slow at first, then faster, harder, until the bed frame creaked in time with our frantic rhythm.
"Tell me how much you missed this," he demanded, his voice filled with dark, carnal lust.
"I missed it," I panted, my body shuddering around his. "Fuck, I needed you, Cam."
His hand grabbed my hip possessively, fingers digging into my skin as he thrust into me with unrelenting force, forcing me into the mattress.
Pulling out before brutally thrusting back inside, Cam's hips crashed against mine with a heavy thud. A guttural growl escaped him as he quickened his pace, muscular thighs pinning mine apart while forcing himself deeper into my core. Yanking my hair back savagely, he bared my vulnerable neck and sank his teeth into my flesh without mercy, leaving behind a mark destined to bloom into an ugly bruise. I screamed as he fucked me into oblivion, not knowing where he started and ended, and I began. This was us. The brutality of our nature. Two beings sharing a soul.
His rhythm turned frenzied and punishing, each relentless thrust hammering against me, taking what he needed and giving what I wanted. The mattress groaned in protest beneath us, straining under his punishment. Tension wound tight inside me waiting until he reached around and pinched my clit.
“Come for me, baby. Come on my cock.” He growled, his pace slowing a fraction as he rubbed my clit, my pussy contracting against him as I chased my release.
“Fuck, fuck, Cam—” My orgasm hit me like a freight train, body arching off the bed as stars blurred my vision. Cam growled and slammed himself inside me one last time, his own release shaking his body as he stilled, spilling his cum inside me.
He released my hips but stayed inside me, slowly pulling out and pushing me forward, watching his cum drip down my legs as I collapsed on the bed.
“Mmmm, Lakes, you look so hot right now.” Cam chuckled, falling beside me, his hand gentle as he stroked my sore ass.
“Yeah? You like me all beaten and bruised?” I said, my voice muffled from being buried in the blankets.
He yanked my hair and turned my head to face him. “Only if I’m the one doing it. Anyone else so much as touches you and I’ll skin them alive, do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now… You disposed of Dani properly, right?” He asked, releasing my hair and stroking my back.
“Of course I did.”
“Good girl. I got some work today, minor shit with a buddy who just got out the slammer, but I’ll be home late. Be a good girl and have dinner ready, okay?”
I sighed. I hated his jail friends. They always looked at me weird. “Fine. But if they make me feel gross, I’ll kill them.”
He chuckled and rolled out of bed. “Deal.”