Chapter 12 #2
I tip up his chin, forcing him to look at me. “You wanted to watch, so don’t move and watch me like a good boy … and maybe I’ll reward you.”
He gulps. “Yes, ma’am.”
I approach Perry while pulling out my lipstick and line my lips with red, then smack my lips together and put the lipstick away again. He eyes me up and down, panic settling in his eyes as I lean in.
“Mine will be the last lips to ever touch your filthy skin again,” I whisper into his ear, before I press a single kiss onto his neck.
This is how I mark my victims before I sentence them to death.
I don’t care that I leave my DNA, because I’ll be long gone by the time the cops find his body. All I care about is finishing the people on my goddamn list, and I want them to know it was me so they’ll never be able to walk around without worrying where I’ll show up next.
I pull back and glance at Perry’s eyes, which reflect the madness in mine. I flick my knife, and he sinks into the chair and pisses himself.
“Aw… You gonna piss yourself now?” I laugh.
“Please.” He shakes his head. “Please, God, spare me.”
“I love hearing you fuckers beg, but it’s going to take a lot more than that for me to forgive anyone.”
I slice into his abdomen and watch the blood pour out.
“Please, please, tell me what I did wrong?” Perry begs.
“You know what you did.”
“I only sold drugs, that’s it,” he says. “But I don’t remember ever selling them to you.”
“You didn’t,” I reply. “But they still made their way to me.”
“What, how? You fucking bitch!” he swears out in pain, so I pull out his tongue and slice it off.
“See this?” I hold it up for Xavier to see. “That’s what happens when someone who betrays me thinks they have the right to talk back.”
I stuff Perry’s tongue back into his mouth. “Here, keep it. I don’t want your disgusting shit.”
He vomits all over himself, and I let him soak in it for a moment.
I grab his fingers and cut them off one by one.
“You don’t need these anymore.”
I discard them in the grass as I circle him like a vulture, then slice up his back with small cuts to listen to his shrieks. All while Xavier stares at me with the biggest eyes I’ve ever seen … along with the biggest bulge in those pants of his.
Does murder turn him on?
I stab Perry in the shoulder twice, and the blood sprays out of him like rain on a cloudy day. Xavier seems in awe at the sheer violence on display. It’s as if he’s mesmerized as I cut Perry up into pieces bit by bit, so I take it up a notch just to watch his reaction.
I pull my gun out of my pants and aim it at his crotch.
He stutters without a tongue, “Pleawe, pleawe, no!”
BANG!
I shoot off his balls and watch Xavier’s eyes as they widen and focus on mine, his dick thumping from the mere attention I grant him while my victim squeals.
Fuck.
He is actually insane like me.
A grin spreads across my cheeks, while Perry howls and vomits again.
So I put the gun against his forehead and say, “Now, say thank you for letting you die.”
“Fwank … you …” he murmurs between spitting up blood.
BANG!
I blow his brains out, destroying what’s left of his decrepit soul.
When I’m done, I tuck my gun back into its holster and wipe my knives on his pants and shirt. He deserved what he got.
But fuck … the thrill of a murder never gets old.
I’m high on the kill, and when I turn, my eyes immediately lock on the little simp still lying in the grass, watching my every move like a little fawn waiting for the predator.
I approach him covered in blood, while he plants his feet into the dirt and looks at me with those same doe eyes he had back in class … like he’s scared of me. I narrow my eyes as I stop right in front of him and pause so he can take a good look.
“You wanted to see a bloody murder …” I mutter as I go through my knees, crawling on top of him until he leans back onto the grass, and I grab his chin. “Were you entertained?”
A droplet of my sweat falls onto his lips, and he sucks it up like it’s nourishment as he nods.
I straddle him, and his bulge is still as big as before, if not bigger.
I just killed someone, and he’s only gotten more invested.
What a sick fuck.
It’s perfect.
“Even after all that torture, you’re still hard.”
“I can’t help it,” he mutters.
“Are you that turned on by violence?” I ask, rolling my hips around just like I did before.
“Only yours.”
He sucks in a breath and tilts his head back, visibly straining from the fact that I’m on top of him and he can’t touch me. I won’t allow him to. He clearly wants to be my toy, so I’ll let him experience what it’s like. We’ll see if he still likes it as much after I’m done with him.
“Is it the pain I give them?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “It’s your anger.”
My brows furrow. “My anger?”
“The rage,” he adds.
“Tell me why.”
He swallows away the lump in his throat. “Your rage both terrifies me and arouses me.”
A smirk forms on my face. “Devious. I like it.”
I normally only go for airheaded, masculine dudes who boast about their looks and fight too much, entertained by their smooth egos and brains for a night of tied-up fun so I can leave them for dead, but something about this boy has me intrigued.
“You’ve surprised me, Caruso.” I pull out my knife and hold it under his chin. “Now let’s see what other surprises you’ve got in store for me.”
I push the knife underneath the rest of his shirt, tearing the fabric away so I can gorge my eyes on his chest. There’s only one tattoo right at the edge of his V-line; a black circle with wriggly lines stretching out all around.
He’s not as thick and muscly as Orion, but very well-trained, lean, and I’m pretty sure he could easily outrun me.
But I know he won’t.
“You won’t tell anyone about this murder,” I muse.
He shakes his head, but I need to hear him say it.
“You’ll be my good little boy, won’t you? Say it.”
I slide my knife down his chest, leaving scratches on his skin.
“Yes. Yes, I’ll be a good boy, I swear,” he says after sucking in a breath.
Those dark-brown hairs fall over his face, and beyond his ears, his cute button nose and cheeky smile make it very hard for me to punish him for stalking me all this time and getting in my way.
I lean in so close that the desire practically radiates from his lips, and it gives me such a fucking high that I nearly kiss him just because I can.
My hand travels down the ridges of his abs, all the way to his tented pants, and I squeeze his dick as I whisper, “Do you want to be my little toy, Xavier? Is that what you want?”
“Fuck,” he whimpers.
“Say the word.”
“Yes. I’d do anything to have you. Please, I’ll do anything you want, anything you crave. I’m all yours. You don’t even have to ask. I will bend to your will.”
Fuck, now that’s the proper way to beg.
I hover against his half-open mouth, enjoying this moment right on the cusp of his destruction, as I whisper, “Be careful what you wish for,” before I slam my lips onto his.