Chapter 3
Cala Lily - Psychopath
“Time to get up,” a voice whispers in my ear and my eyes flutter open just as Peck slams his cock into me.
Giggling, “This is the best way to wake up.” He grins as he thrusts in and out of me.
“You feel so fucking good,” he grunts as Hunter and Daze watch with interest.
Peck jerks, his thrusts getting harder. He reaches in between our bodies, slick with sweat and pinches my clit.
I cry out as I come, my pussy gripping his cock.
He groans as he fills me up and then stills.
So good. Hunter and Daze just grin. They’ll get some good times later. Today I have something fun planned.
Chad is gone, we made headlines earlier this week. No one suspects Cala did a thing. She is slowly starting to remember things and soon we will merge together and become one.
Tonight, we’re having a party, but not like any other party we’ve had before.
I know this will be a night to remember, for me at least. We’ve made the guys’ warehouse; the one where Chad met his untimely demise, into a maze.
Each area is different. Mirrors, an obstacle course, haunted house, hedges.
Yeah, we spent a lot of time on this one.
The guys started slipping invites into lockers earlier in the day, ensuring the four guests of honor would make it.
I’m sure they’ll show as well as most of the senior class.
The plan is to get people really drunk and as the four specially selected people enter one of the mazes, the guys will grab them.
Then once the party is over, the real fun begins.
It’s pitch black outside as Peck turns on the playlist I made, music booms from the speakers as Hunter taps the kegs, and Daze just dances around the room like a weirdo.
Just as the song changes, people start arriving, taking in the warehouse and grabbing a drink.
Some girls sway to the music as a few guys start doing keg stands.
Typical high school party. I scan the crowd and in the corner are two of my special guests, they’re drinking and laughing with each other. My plan is going smoothly.
I watch from the platform above, keeping to the shadows.
Cala is the shy girl, she’d never be seen at one of these and I’d like to keep it that way.
Daze joins me, pulling out a cigarette to light for me, “The other two are here.” He points to the makeshift bar and there they are, the other two people that I am after tonight. Perfect.
I kiss his cheek, “Let the games begin.”
Hunter locks eyes with me and nods. He pulls on a mask before getting everyone’s attention, “Hey everyone, welcome to the fun house. So many corners to explore, pick a side, get dirty, strike a pose and enjoy, you might just find yourself having fun in a way you least expect.”
Like the idiots they are, everyone applauds and takes off for different parts of the warehouse.
The four marks start to pick their way through the mazes.
Hunter follows two of them and Daze follows the others.
Peck stands near the exit to let people out as they leave the mazes. All I can do now, is wait.
Luckily, I don’t have to wait long as Hunter and Daze text me to tell me they’ve nabbed them, and have tied them up like presents.
Now it's just a case of just waiting until the festivities are concluded for the evening.
As the event comes to an end the soundtrack changes to creepy nursery rhymes and pretty soon, people are leaving.
The guys do a quick check of the mazes, to make sure everyone has gone before bringing out the guests of honor.
The four people are tossed to the ground like the trash they are, thrashing about and crying as I emerge from the shadows.
“Remove the tape,” I command, making my presence known.
One by one the tape on their mouths is removed and they start firing questions at me, confused about why they’re here.
Brad Bartles is the first one to open his mouth, “Cala, what’s going on?”
I step closer to him, my heels clicking on the floor, “Well, Brad, you’re here because you are a fucking pervert. I know it was you who took those pictures of me and spread them all over school.”
Yeah, tonight his Daddy won’t be able to pay his way out of this one. That’s what happened when he passed out pictures of Cala changing, the principal scolded him and Brad went on his merry way.
Brad sputters, “I…I…it wasn’t me.” Oh, please, I roll my eyes.
Tilting my head, I tap my chin in thought, “No, I do believe it was you and tonight, Daddy can’t buy your way out.”
One of the others pipes up, “And why am I here?” Dorian Westgate, trust fund baby and all around dick. He has put his hands on a woman for the final time.
“You won’t ever touch another woman again,” I tell him flatly.
His eyes narrow as he spits at me, “Yeah, what are you going to do about it?”
Hunter hands me the knife he had stashed in his boot and in one quick movement, I slash his chest. He cries out and the others gasp. My guys? They laugh.
“You fucking bitch! I knew you were crazy,” Dorian sneers. I pat his head condescendingly before shoving him to the ground.
“Now now, no need to be rude. I’m the one holding the knife after all. But yes you’re right, I am crazy.”
Brad eggs me on, “So what? You’re going to just cut us up a little bit? Teach us a lesson?”
He’s not getting that he’s in danger, but he will.
Turning back to him, “Cut you up a little bit? Oh, no. No, it’s going to be much, much worse for you than that. Exhilarating for me, but let’s have a little fun first. Yeah?”
I step closer to him and kneel, shoving him into a laying position, “You’re not as hard as Chad was to lure, but that’s okay.”
His eyes widen at this revelation that I‘m the one who killed Chad. He’s getting it now. I unzip his pants and pull out his dick. Wow, this thing is tiny, no wonder he’s such a douchebag, he has to make up for this embarrassment he calls a cock.
I lock my eyes with his, “Did you jerk off to those pictures, Brad? Did you take them because you secretly wanted what you couldn’t have?”
He shakes his head no, “I…I…” And then he screams. Of course he did because as he was stuttering for an excuse I sliced through his dick, cutting it clean off.
“You won’t be needing this anymore.” I chuckle to myself as I dangle the tiny appendage in front of his face.
The other three are now fully crying and Brad is still screaming at the top of his lungs. I stand and with all the force I can muster, I kick him right where his dick used to be. Then with the sexy as fuck, six inch heels that I’m wearing, I step on him and ask, “Who’s next?”
The other three are now pleading with us, “Look, we know we were harsh to you, but please, please! We promise we’ll be nice to you from now on,” Rachel screeches as if that could save them.
She’s the same girl who spewed those same lies after she once cut my hair in class, mocking me and telling everyone that I looked like a boy. It took me years to grow my hair back. She would corner me in the locker room before gym class, making fun of my body.
One time she took my clothes while we were in the shower. Forcing us to walk to the front office in nothing but a towel. Cala’s face flushed red in embarrassment and I couldn’t do anything but hold in my rage. No one hurts us and gets away with it. Not anymore.
“Oh Rachel, you don’t know how to be nice.
You’re only friends with your bestie because she’s rich and you live in a trailer, yet people believe you when you say you live in a mansion on the hill.
Projection is real and it’s not a good look for you.
But hey, your secret is safe with me.” I grab her hair and yank her head back so she can see me, “You’re about to know what pain feels like. ”
I slice through her hair just as easy as Brad’s pathetic excuse of a cock. Dropping her hair into her lap, I smile and she starts sobbing harder as she looks at her full head of hair laying in her lap. But I’m not done. I cut through her clothes, shreds of fabric flying everywhere.
“Brad, did you ever take pictures of Rachel?” I question him but Brad's not paying attention, he’s too busy bleeding out. Shame.
“Rachel, I hope, sooo hope that you rot in hell,” I hiss as I take my knife and rip through the top of her scalp, peeling it from her now bald head. History taught me a thing or two and scalping was on my list of must dos. Feels great, really.
Brad is now silent, I think he passed out. Rachel is crying out in pain which is music to my ears as I turn to Dorian. He tries scooting away, but Hunter stops him. Dorian smells like piss and fear, “He pissed his pants didn’t he?” I laugh hysterically.
Hunter glances down and sure enough there is a pool of liquid, “Yeah,” he says with a disgusted look on his face.
“Not so brave now are you? A fucking wimp of a man. Daze, his hands.” Daze walks over and holds his hands out for me as Peck hands me a legit sword. Tilting my head, I question, “Did you know that people used to be beheaded with a sword?” Dorian shakes his head.
“In all honesty I think we should bring back the guillotine. But I digress,” and I tilt the sword up and bring it down hard and fast on his hands.
Dorian's screams get louder every time the sword connects with his wrist. It takes a couple of swings down to really achieve what I’m going for but finally, after some effort the blade slides through his skin and bones as his hands fall to the side.
I pat his head before shoving him to the floor.
Moving on to the fourth and final person, Matthew Dickson. He’s the worse of this bunch. He asked us to prom last year and when we said no, he tried to assault us. I don’t remember all the details as Cala has them hidden away, but someone did save us.
“Cala, I’m sorry,” he begs profusely. “I promise that I’ve learnt my lesson,” he pleads with me, but I just smile. It’s not a nice smile and he shrinks where he sits.
“Matty, Matty, Matty. You made me a stronger person. But you still have to face the consequences.” I take the sword and plunge it into his cock.
I force it down so hard that it goes right through and the tip hits the floor.
I’m sure it hurts him and that’s okay with me.
He is crying silently, until I twist it, pulling it back up.
Looking him in the eyes, I scream, “GO TO HELL!” as I slam the blade right through his chest, twisting the handle.
His tendons snap like a rubber band and I smirk as his blood sprays against my face.
I twist it again as his warm blood soaks my hand while he twitches for a moment then slowly slumps to the ground.
Giggling, I rip the sword from his chest, swing it through the air as I dance to the tune of the lullaby in my head. This is what I live for, protecting Cala and enacting revenge on all the assholes who think they can fuck with my girl.
My guys stare longingly at me, watching from the sidelines while the others try to yell for help as if anyone is truly going to save them now. Finally, having had enough of their yelling and ruining my dance, I turn around towards them, pointing the tip of the sword their way.
“AHHHH Help! Help! Hel– shut the fuck up!! There’s no one around to hear you.” I mock.
Finally, they stop their yelling and just whimper quietly while looking at me like I’m the crazy one yelling my head off. Whatever, after tonight is over, Cala won’t have to deal with their judgmental stares. Walking away from them, I hum my song, “Ashes to ashes we all fall down.”
Looking up at Hunter with a pout, “I’m bored, now.”
With a nod and a swift kiss, the guys start placing packs of dynamite around the warehouse, where they got it from I have no idea and I don’t ask.
When they have it all set up, I turn and look at these poor excuses of human beings and say with a giggle “Hope you have a blast.”
The four of us walk out of the warehouse and we drive down the road a little bit, pulling off into a wooded area. Hunter takes out a device, turns a knob, pushes a button and then in a glorious fiery spectacle, the warehouse blows up.
“We might have done too much,” Peck snorts as it takes out a few more buildings in the area.
Turning to him, with a saccharine smile on my face, I say, “It’s beautiful.”
Hunter squeezes my thigh as I yawn, “Time to get you home and cleaned up.”
Why does killing make me tired? It’s okay, Cala needs to get up in the morning. I’ll give her a few days of rest before we continue on our spree.