Chapter 36 Cal
Cal
Like lambs for the slaughter, they follow me.
Of course, they follow me. Because I've just presented them with the opportunity to act on their most insidious desires without worrying about any of the things that come along with it.
I've given them a get-out-of-jail-free card in exchange for such a small sum of money.
What's a few hundred dollars compared to a whole damn person?
Guilt crawls beneath my skin as I realize it's exactly what I did.
I paid for my little doll, and I got to have free rule over her for as long as I wanted.
I got to do anything and everything I wanted to her because I was her god, and she was my unwilling disciple.
Even as the guilt makes my stomach twist, my cock stiffens at the thought of having such utter control over her.
.. and the bloodshed that's about to come.
Nothing separates me from these monsters, monsters we're going to kill because they hurt people. It's a hard truth. And I don't have time to focus on it, because we're here.
My tires crunch over gravel as we turn off the paved road, and Garrett turns to me.
“Why'd you move her out here? Your theater seemed to work just fine.”
“Scared?” I taunt him.
“No.” He scoffs. “I'm not a little bitch. I just don't see why it was necessary to bring us all the way out here.”
I roll my eyes to the rearview mirror, where the headlights of Kev's car are bouncing along behind us.
“Because the theater is in the middle of the city. Cameras everywhere, people coming and going at all times in different buildings. We don’t want anyone to get suspicious of the operation.
If I'm bringing random men to the theater every night, they'll begin to ask questions that none of us want to answer.”
Garrett nods at that, rationalizing my excuse.
Kev parks behind me as we get out, and the thrill inside of me grows.
“Nice place you got there.” He smirks, indicating the warehouse that's seen better days.
It's an all-metal structure, which has helped with the structural integrity, but the original owner staggered multiple prefabricated shells together, creating something of a maze among these buildings.
They're all butted against each other, with only one way in.
And for the men who are here to be my victims, no way out.
It's the perfect place for this... both the ruse and the reality.
“Weapons stay in the car.” I tell them, indicating the gun holstered at Bear’s side.
Kev’s eyes narrow in suspicion. “Why?”
“Cause there’s five of you and one of me. I don’t want you deciding you’re not paying and putting a bullet between my eyes… or hers. Consider it protecting my investment.”
“How do we know you don’t have anything on you?” Kev asks, suspicion coloring his words.
I open my suit jacket to show him I’m not exactly strapped and turn out the pockets. “You’re welcome to frisk me if you’d like.”
“Come on, boys.” Garrett chuckles. “We’re all friends here.”
Bear grunts and unholsters the gun, dropping it on the seat and closing the door. I look at each of them pointedly, and Jenko drops a hunting knife on the seat along with the revolver.
Satisfied with that, I turn and lead them toward the door.
They could still be armed, but I’ll be picking them off one by one. I like my chances.
“I own my own independent theater, you know?” I say, peacocking a bit to appeal to them. “The one on Westbrook. We've recently branched into creating our own films, too. This is the location I scouted for an upcoming slasher.”
Jenko takes a look around, his lips pushed out as he appraises the building in the center of the property, the overgrown grounds around it, and the trees in the distance. We're surrounded by miles of forest in all directions.
“It's good. Can't wait to see it.”
Oh, you won't have to wait long.
I have to suppress a grin as I turn away from them and head for the entrance.
I grab the chain and pull, letting the door roll up in spite of protesting squeaks.
I don't bother rolling it open all the way, stopping just above Bear's head to let them enter.
They hesitate, but it's Browen who takes the first step towards his death, that fucking teddy bear tucked under his arm.
The others follow, and then I roll the door closed, their voices eclipsed by the heavy sound of the door thudding against the concrete.
I flip the security latch with my foot before anyone even realizes that it's there, trapping the door in place... trapping them in place.
“Fucking creepy in here.” Jenko says, though he doesn't sound upset by that fact.
Their eyes look around the empty space, the high ceilings.
There's nothing here but darkness, vast and unending, and leaves that have fallen through the holes that rusted in the roof.
It's been a while since we had rain, but some of it still puddles on the ground in spots, making Bear grunt when his shoes sinks in.
I can feel the adrenaline beginning to take over, a sign that soon enough, I will no longer be in control.
“Garrett is first, as part of his commission.” I announce. “If I recall, you don't like having an audience? I assume group activities are a no for you?”
“Fuck no.” Garrett spits, sounding disgusted. “I'm gonna crawl inside that perfect little cunt and make her wish she was awake to experience it.”
Kev snorts. “It doesn't happen often, but I agree with him. Ain't no way I wanna see Bear or any of 'em naked.”
“Scared you'll like what you see?” Jenko teases him with a wink.
“I like an audience.” Browen says.
“Okay.” I nod. “So, Garrett, Kev, Browen, and then…”
“We'll share.” Bear says coolly. “I prefer to be strangled by a bitch's ass anyway. And Jenko likes a sloppy pussy.”
“I have a refined palate.” He grins.
“Don't your dicks rub together when you take 'em in both holes?”
“They don't touch.” Bear shrugs.
“Oh, but I can feel his big dick from the other side. It's…” Jenko mimes kissing his fingers and holding them pinched together in the air. “Chef's kiss.”
“Fucking sicko.” Kev shakes his head, as if that's the most disturbing thing he's ever heard.
These men have no idea that I know who they are, and Kev is certainly into things far more disturbing than sharing a woman, consensually or otherwise.
“Right this way, Garrett.” I indicate the break in the left side of the building, where the darkness obscures the two buildings pressed together. “The rest of you, make yourselves at home. I have a feeling this won't take long.”
Based on the way he came within a few strokes from his own hand, I'd say it's accurate. Of course, I'm not really going to let him fuck my little doll. He won't even get to go as far as he did yesterday.
“You brought condoms this time, right?”
“Yeah.” Garrett grins, reaching into his pocket and producing a strip of three Magnums.
I have to cough to cover my snort, because I've seen his dick, and he sure as fuck doesn't need one of those Magnums, let alone three.
“She's just around a few corners.” I explain, leading him to the chamber where I left her, tied up and waiting to be their perfect victim. “Just in case anyone were to stumble across this place.”
The lighting is also best in the room I left her in.
The roof is crumbling here more than anywhere else, the result of a tree that fell down in some storm.
It lets some of the moonlight filter into the space above her head, lighting up the space where I left her, making her look like a fucking angel trapped here. .. in a hellscape.
Smaller holes litter the ceiling, like pinpricks of starlight in an otherwise dark sky.
“There she is.” He grunts excitedly, stalking over to her.
She actually may be asleep this time. I don't know how long we were gone, but I imagine it was boring waiting here for us to return. Her dark lashes are settled softly, and her pink lips are closed.
“Do your thing.” I tell him, though he's already yanking his belt free of the loops so he can shove his pants down his pasty thighs, his hesitation from before gone. He isn't bothered by my presence anymore as I turn my back to him, reaching for the things I left in the darkness.
A syringe, a vial of the drug that will take him out quietly so it won't arouse suspicions in the rest of them.
I tuck the knife into my waistband. The gun with the silencer attached is here if I need it.
I brought more, of course, a whole little torture chamber on the go.
But I'm going to take them out silently, all the way up until the last two.
.. those two may require a bit more force, a method that's messier.
I draw the liquid into the syringe quickly and flip it. I don't bother checking for air bubbles. If he dies prematurely, I've got four more willing victims, each one who deserves a painful death as much as Garrett... some who deserve worse.
He's already on top of her, unclothed, when I turn back to them. On all fours, his dick grazing her stomach, he kisses her breasts. I watch his dick jump at the contact, and for a moment I think he may just try and fuck her belly button like the goddamn creep he is.
“Condom.” I remind him, taking a step closer.
Garrett groans, as if I’ve ruined all his fun.
“Fine.” He leans back, and I pretend to turn to offer him privacy. But as I do, I see it.
It’s so faint I wonder if I imagined it or if it’s a trick of the light. I hear him shifting as he works the rubber over himself, and I take a few steps to the side, using the darkness as my cover to circle behind him.
Moving quickly and quietly, I almost reach the table as he leans back over her, and I imagine he's trying to force his cock inside her dry. The thought enrages me, but more surprisingly, it enrages my beast.
The adrenaline rush makes me damn near dizzy as I lunge for him.
I'm too late.
I just barely see the glint of silver in the air before I hear the gasp. It's loud, agonized, surprised... but not loud enough to be heard from afar.
Blood pours out from a wound in Garrett's neck, showering my little doll as she strains forward as much as she can, digging the point into the flesh she already tore apart.
Fucking hell.
It's gruesome, violent, and shocking.
Her chest heaves with frenzied breaths as she doesn't let up, digging the point as deep inside of him as she can get it.
As I move around to her side, I get a better view of his face.
.. eyes bulging and strained, desperate for a breath that won't come.
I think he went into shock immediately, which left him unable to move as she turned the knife to stab him again after the initial slice.
Fuck. It's a wicked gash.
The knife I gave her just in case something happened to me had been tucked beneath her thigh. I sure as hell didn't expect she'd use it, but I didn't want her to be left defenseless if anything went wrong.
When I look at her, her eyes are fixed in determination, hard and cold, but not empty. Not empty at all. They’re full of purpose, determination, and quiet rage simmering beneath the surface.
Garrett's gasps turn to a gurgle before the sounds fade entirely, leaving the only sound to be heard in the room her ragged breaths, the slow drip of his blood oozing off her, off the table, and onto the floor.
Well, I guess we have to rethink our plan... and quickly.
She doesn't seem convinced he's dead until she thrusts the knife at him one last time and then pushes him off of her.
She freed both her hands, my sneaky girl, but she's still tied down.
Her eyes seek mine, wide and glassy, as whatever reverie she'd been under seconds before is fading at the sight of me.
“I'm sorry.” She says quietly between heaving breaths.
Her lip trembles a little, but I'm not sure if it's adrenaline, shock, or fear. Maybe all of them. I know firsthand what an intoxicating blend they make.
She's so fucking gorgeous like this... tied up for me, helpless, covered in the blood of a man who wanted to hurt her.
It's fucking ruinous.
I can barely breathe around the need that's strangling me from the inside out. But survival instincts take precedence, and there are still four other men waiting to be disposed of.
I free her quickly, ripping the cords that I'd used to strap her down.
Confusion clouds her gaze as I undo the last one, but I don't mull over it. Instead, I grip the back of her head and devour her. It's all I can do to ease some of the pressure that's threatening to bring me down from within.
She doesn't hesitate, doesn't deny me. She moans into my mouth, like she's just realized she's been waiting for this from the moment I left her here.
And maybe she has been. Or maybe the adrenaline inside of her veins is a drug she didn't realize she would be so addicted to, and surrendering to it is a euphoria unlike anything she's ever known.
I pull away far too soon, despite every cell in my body protesting.
“That wasn't the plan.” I remind her, and she bites her lip, chastised. I chase it away and sink my teeth gently into that same spot instead, just hard enough to be intentional. “But it was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen.”
She opens her mouth and tries to crash against me again, but I pull her into my arms instead, dropping her on her feet and making the kiss quick so I can’t get lost in it. I want to. I want to consume her right now, to use her, to be used by her.
“So, we adapt. And then, when we're in the clear, we can celebrate.”
Amber hesitates just a moment before nodding, and then she looks down at the body on the ground she made quick work of killing.
“You'll need that knife.” I tell her, watching to see if she's too squeamish to wrench it free from where it's embedded in his throat. She did mention that she had been in nursing school but that she was too weak-stomached to survive it.
I wonder if that's still a problem even now that she's covered in blood.
Apparently, it's not.
She bends down and wraps her fingers around the hilt, bracing a foot against his pale face so that she can yank the blade free with relative ease. Her eyes find mine again, seeking further instruction.
I'm fucking in love.
And what's crazier?
I think my beast is in love, too.
He still wants to ruin her, but I think he wants to watch me put her back together after, too.