Fetch

Chapter 7

I messed up. I got carried away and called her Roxy by mistake. Fuck. Now she’s not replying to any of my messages. But I’m not blocked so there’s hope.

I glare at the headline on my phone. Looks like the police finally discovered my little temper tantrum. The article states they have no leads and no witnesses. Just another robbery gone bad on the wrong side of the tracks. Same shit, different day. It will never be traced back to me.

My heart races as I pace around my sunken living room. I pause to press my face against the cold glass. My floor-to-ceiling windows give me an unobstructed view of the Lavender Heights skyline. I can see the stars, the birds, and the monstrous skyscrapers. Normally it gives me a sense of peace. But tonight, I feel sick. Twisted. Desperate to hear my girl’s voice again. Aching to see her in front of me on her knees.

I spent all day tailing her. She was at the record store for a short shift. Then a second latte at Pick Your Poison. Before heading home, she stopped at a department store, coming out with a few bags. I’m getting impatient.

I can only keep watching her for so long. The time is coming when I need to strike. To claim her. I’ve almost got her completely wrapped around my finger.

I log in to After: 8113 and scour my friends list for Roxy’s crew, praying they have an ongoing session open. It’s ten p.m., and Roxy still hasn’t joined the group chat. I want to know why.

I keep scrolling through my friends list and see RageMachine and Skat are online. I quickly send a request to join.

“What’s up, guys,” I say as nonchalantly as possible. “What’s good?”

“Jackie boy. We’re just chilling. You want to run the gauntlet quest with us? We could use a third,” Skat asks.

“Yeah, for sure.” My palms are sweating, mouth dry.

“Sweet. I’m tired of losing,” RageMachine adds.

“Where are the girls tonight?” I ask casually.

“Out slutting it up or some shit,” Skat snorts.

“They said they needed a girls’ night.” RageMachine snickers. “Which we all know is code for getting laid by some random dude in the backseat of a car.”

An alert pops up from my phone. The tracker on Roxy’s car is moving. What the fuck? She’s driving toward downtown. My pulse kicks up a notch. But I take deep breaths, forcing myself to laugh with them. “Fucking women, right?”

They laugh and agree with me as we run and gun our way through the cavernous maze. But I keep one eye trained on the tracker. She’s at Push. Fuck. Remembering what happened last time she went to a club makes my stomach turn. Why the fuck would she rather be out drinking than playing with me?

We make it to the end of the quest in record time. Rage and Skat shower me with a barrage of praises for helping them finally complete it.

“Anytime,” I reply. “But I’m about to pass the fuck out now. Long day.”

“For sure, for sure,” Rage says.

We say our goodbyes and virtually high-five before I log off and power everything down. I grab my mask and throw my hood up over my head. It’s time to go see what my girl is up to. I tuck my hunting knife into my combat boot, snatch the keys to my bike off the counter, and head out.

I ignore the looks from people as I stalk through the club wearing my glow-in-the-dark mask under my hood. Some of the women and men look intrigued, smirking at me with glazed eyes. Eye fucking me as if they have the right. The blade against my calf is practically begging to come out and play.

Strobe lights hit the dancefloor to the sounds of bass-heavy house music. The rest of the bar is lit up in pink and purple neon lights. It’s a spectacle designed to seduce. To lower your inhibitions. A hunting ground for hungry deviants. But Roxy is off-limits. I just have to find her first.

I walk into another room and blink to adjust to the black lights. Swirls of filigree and ancient symbols dance across the walls—a cheap projector trick to invoke more lore and debauchery. The music is haunting in here, dark chords that drip feral.

My cock twitches when I see her. In a dark corner, wearing a short, black dress and sneaker pumps, Roxy sways her hips to the music. BratBaby—Juniper—is on the dancefloor, squished between two gym rats covered in body paint. I saddle up to one of them and pull him close.

“Keep this girl on the dance floor and away from her friend for the next hour. And I’ll double it when I’m done.” I slip a hundred-dollar bill into the sweaty man’s hand.

He nods and goes back to dry humping Juniper’s leg. Fucking hell. If these walls could only talk…

Flashbacks of all the fucked-up things I’ve done in here, back before I was sober, threaten to consume me. This place is wild. I’ve lost track of all the times I’ve snorted cocaine off that sleek obsidian bar. But there’s only one drug I want tonight. I take a deep breath and stalk toward my pretty girl.

I nestle up behind her, pressing my chest to her back, and sway against her to the music. She starts to turn around, but I grab her hips and hold her in place. I hear her breath hitch.

“Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water…” I croon in her ear.

She freezes. “Fuck,” she murmurs.

I press my masked face against her cheek. “Jack fell down and broke his crown, and Jill came tumbling after,” I continue to whisper.

The bass thumps from the other room while the speakers in this room play a deep melodic melody fluttered by a cacophony of violins and piano keys. I snake my arm around her waist and pull her tighter to my chest.

A soft whimper escapes her lips. “Jack?”

My cock twitches. “Mmm, correct.”

“What do you want from me?” she rasps.

I slide my other hand around her chest and grip her throat. “I want you to worship me on your knees.”

She sucks in a sharp breath. “Oh god.”

“I’m your fucking god now.” I slide my hand down her waist and pull up the hem of her dress until I find the inside of her fleshy thigh. I grab onto it and squeeze. “I want you spread open… legs pressed back… hands tied… nipples swollen… while I devour your pussy like it’s my last fucking meal on this earth.”

Another whimper flutters out from between her full lips. She clenches her legs together, locking my hand in between them. “How did you find me, Jack?”

I inch my hand higher, forcing her to release her death grip on it. “No matter where you go, I’ll find you, Roxy.”

The lights dim again, casting us into a deeper level of darkness. The music changes; electronic synthesizers take hold of the speakers. A strobe light flashes over us, pulsing as hard as the ache in my cock.

She’s so soft. So fucking pliable. I walk forward, nudging her farther into the corner until she’s facing the wall. “ You’re mine now .”

I chuckle as she arches her back against me. I lift my hand again, inching her dress up even more until it’s barely covering her ass. I’m blocking her from the crowd, and it’s so fucking dark in here that this show is only for me.

“Jack… you can’t do this. I don’t know you. Please,” she pleads.

“Shhh. Put your hands on the wall.” I lean into her until her breasts crush against it.

She shudders when I find the edge of her panties and pull them to the side. “You’re shaking, pretty girl.”

“Y-yeah, because you’re scaring me,” she stammers.

I roll my thumb over her engorged clit, and my cock springs to life. I want my lips puckered around it. Fuck . I breathe heavily into her ear. “I think you’re shaking because your pussy is in fucking heat.”

She shakes her head. “You’re a psycho. How long have you been stalking me?”

I press more of my body weight against her as I finger the outer lips of her sopping-wet pussy. She can protest all she wants, but I can feel how fucking bad she wants me. “ Brush off that dirt, for you’re not hurt … Come up the hill with me, Jill… Let’s fetch that pail of water .”

“No. Let me go, Jack. Or whatever your real fucking name is.” The way she squirms does something feral to me.

“Relax, Roxy. Fight all you want, but I’m not letting you get away.” I plunge two fingers inside her pussy, push all the way in, and still myself there. I remove my other hand from her throat and shove those two fingers inside her mouth. I press down on her tongue, forcing her head back against me.

Her hips jerk back as she slams her palms against the wall. “Fuck,” she whines. It’s barely intelligible with my fingers in her mouth.

I add a third finger to her pussy and thrust back and forth. “You haven’t returned any of my messages. I don’t like being ignored, Roxy.”

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles through a whimper.

But I don’t believe her. She’s just upset she got caught. I take my fingers out of her mouth and grab a fist full of her silky dark hair and yank her head back so she’s looking up at my masked face. “You’re my girl, Roxy. My slut . Don’t you ever fucking forget it. Tell me you’re sorry again, but this time, I want you to mean it.”

She’s trembling again. I roll my thumb in circles around her clit, obsessed with how swollen it is for me. I can feel her fucking pulse inside it, beating faster than the music.

She cries against the wall. “I’m really sorry, Jack. So fucking sorry.”

Mmm. Better. She’s learning. Her juices leak down my wrist. “Good. Do you want to cum, pretty girl?”

Roxy’s legs vibrate against mine. The projector goes black and then switches to flickering candlelight against the walls. It skates across her face, illuminating the chaotic hunger in her eyes. It’s as if I can see her internally fighting with herself.

I press her head against the wall and growl in her ear. “Surrender to your god, Roxy.”

She whimpers and releases a shaky breath. “What have you done to me?”

I smile beneath the mask as I scissor the folds of her pussy with my fingers. “I’m just getting started.”

Her hips jerk forward and back as she slowly starts to grind against my hand. Thatta girl. “There she is. My perfect little slut.” I tighten my grip on her hair as I drag my fingers back and up her ass crack.

She tries to shake her head. “No. Stop. I can’t do this.” She resists even as her essence soaks her thighs.

I sigh as I draw circles gently around her anus. “Shhh.” I pull her dress all the way up around her waist. “Has anyone been back here before?” I wedge the tip of my finger inside her hole.

She gasps and clenches around me. “ No one .”

My erection grows. Fuck. “Oh, that’s very good. It saves me from having to kill another man for you.”

“You’re crazy,” she whisper yells.

I find it amusing that in this room full of people, she hasn’t even thought about screaming for help. That tells me all I need to know about my pretty girl. I know exactly what she wants. What she needs.

I remove my finger and slide it back down around to her clit again. “We’ll save that one for another day.” I thrust inside her again, rougher this time. I want her release on my fingers.

Her hips begin to rock again to a flurry of moans coming from her throat. “Damn you, Jack.”

I chuckle as I release her hair. I caress her neck first, then her sweat-soaked chest. She’s glistening like an angel. Like a holy ray of light that fights the devil at her back while stretching toward the darkness at the same time.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck you.” She grunts and presses her forehead to the wall while she grinds against me.

I flick her clit with my thumb as I slide in and out of her cunt with three fingers. She’s so slick. So needy. “I love how you submit to me,” I growl in her ear.

A burst of liquid soaks my hand as she shudders against the wall. “Fuck… Oh shit. God. Fuck.”

I flip her around to face me and pin her to the wall. “Don’t ever ignore me again, Roxy. I know where you work. Where you live. Everything about you. You can’t run or hide because I’ll catch you before your feet even hit the ground.”

She fixates on my eyes, trying to see beyond the x’s that cover them through the mask. “Tell me your real name. I think it’s only fair.”

I tilt my head. “Not tonight. You’ve broken my trust, Jilly. You’ll need to earn it back.”

She bites her lip, and a blaze of fury flashes in her eyes. “Listen to me. Stay away from me. Don’t message me. Stop following me. Leave me alone. Or I’ll go to the police.”

Oh, how I do wish she could see the smile behind my mask. “And tell them what? I have every single thing that you and I have done recorded. Do you really think they’re going to believe you? Nah. Not with the record you have.”

Her eyes widen. “How do you—”

I put my finger to her lips. “Yeah, I know all about your past. The sooner you accept that you’re mine, the better. Just think of all the ways I’m going to make you cum, pretty girl.”

Her throat bobs as she swallows back her fear. “Did you kill Barry?”

Ah, so that was his name. Bryce, Barry, same douche effect. “See, I think you’re starting to get it. Now… grab your friend and go home, Roxy. It’s late, and there are too many predators in here who would love to do vile things to you. But your pussy belongs to me. Unless murder turns you on. I’d be happy to slaughter a few more for you.”

Her lip trembles, but she keeps her chin up, even though her juices continue to streak her legs. “N-No. Okay, Jack. I’ll go home.”

I caress her cheek with the back of my hand. “Thatta girl. Talk to you soon, Jilly.”