Chapter 25 Cal
Cal
“Little doll?” I venture, waiting for her to give me proof of life... anything other than sitting there in shock and horror.
I guess I should have lied to her.
I've just told the woman I bought to kill how I murdered the woman who I brought here before her, in detail.
I watched the way her lips pressed tightly together when I told her about the sexual exploits and the way her eyes widened when I told her how many different times I thought about killing her before I actually did it.
I told her how I fucked her as she slipped under the water, how I didn't try to help her, and how I just laid her on the ground and waited for her to die.
I don't tell her how unsatisfying it was, how anticlimactic it was, until I grabbed the knife and stabbed her.
But I did tell her about how I packed her in a suitcase and flew her back to my family home to bury her in the mausoleum and how I decided when I got another one that I'd control myself better so she would last longer.
I think that's what she's hung up on right now.
And I did make her last longer. I had the last one for all of two hours.
It's been over two months with my little doll, and I'm still just as obsessed as I was when I first saw her.
I don't regret that she's awake, but I do wish I could still fuck her whenever I wanted.
I liked that she was always ready for me.
“So, what is all of this?” She asks, gesturing to the remnants of our dinner, the empty bottle of wine. “Playing with your victim?”
I don't know how to answer that because I don't know the answer at all. I didn't intend for her to wake up before I'd planned it, and I hadn’t planned it yet. Now that she's been awake, my choices have been either kill her or enjoy her company. And I have been enjoying her company.
“I don't know.” I tell her honestly. “I haven't wanted to kill you yet.”
“Oh?” She laughs, standing up so that her chair comes out from beneath her, scraping across the floor. “Well, thank you so much for the compliment. Truly, a master of seduction, you are.”
“Is that what you think I was doing?” I puzzle. “Seducing you?”
“Of course it's what you were doing.” She scoffs. “Wine and a home-cooked meal like this is some sort of first date? Come on, Cal. Admit that you're trying to fuck with me... or at least fuck me again. Is that what you want?”
That feels like a trap.
Of course I want to fuck her again. I don't want anything more than to fuck her again. But I suspect that's not what she wants to hear.
“I was just trying to make things better... to get to know you better.”
“You want to get to know me?” She laughs. “We're not dating, Cal.”
“What else am I supposed to do? Throw you in the basement? Tie you to my bed?”
“If you're going to kill me, be a fucking man and do it!”
“Fuck,” I laugh, surprised by her sudden ferocity. “Is that what you want me to do?”
“It doesn't matter what I want.” She laughs now. “My life has never been about what I want. Why would my death?”
“You're dark.” I smirk, hoping she takes it as the compliment it is. “But I'll play. What is it that you want, Little Doll?”
She stills, staring at me like I've sprouted a second head. And I don't mean the one between my thighs, which has absolutely popped up, tenting my pants as I watch the feisty energy rolling off of her.
“What I want?”
“You said you don't want to go home.” I shrug. “What do you want?”
She considers me for a long moment, like she's trying to decide whether she can trust me with the answer. She opens her mouth, closes it quickly, and then straightens, her dark hair falling behind her shoulders.
“Right now? I want you to fuck me like you hate me.”
I frown, but she offers me no explanation as to why she wants that. It’s so out of left field, given that she was looking at me like I was a monster less than five minutes ago. Although, I have heard that monster fuckers are a thing.
“I don't hate you.” I tell her honestly.
“You don't love me either, but you fucked me this morning like you did.”
Her accusation takes me by surprise and makes me laugh. I didn't fuck her like I loved her.
But that seems to be the least of her concerns as she leans forward, getting into my face like she wants me to fight with her. To hurt her.
“Show me your duality, Cal, and I’ll show you all my scars.”