Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Keiran
I smile at the sight of her, covered in blood and cum and obliterated with pleasure.
When I was alive, this was what I longed for.
Someone who could take the duality that is the man and the killer.
The pleasure and the pain. And she took it so beautifully, so far beyond my wildest dreams. So much better than I could have imagined.
She may think that what I said while we were fucking was nothing but words, but I meant every one of them.
She is mine. Whether she wants it or not.
She came here hoping to find something worthy of the news, and she got exactly what she bargained for, a fucking story.
I laugh. Not that anyone would believe her.
No, she would be sent to the loony-bin before she even got to the part about her fucking a ghost.
Not that it matters, because she isn’t leaving here, not alive at least. I watch as her full breasts lift subtly with each breath.
Reaching out, I squeeze them hard in my fist; the pain drags a groan out of her.
Her eyes flutter open before connecting with mine.
Her pupils are still blown as her body shakes with the aftershock of it all.
Her cuts still bleed, and I don’t bother to do anything about them.
“What’s your name?” she asks as her eyes drag down my still naked body. I watch her eye fuck me with what I believe is fascination, but I can’t be sure.
“Keiran,” I tell her, only because next time I want to hear her scream it.
Her eyelids lower slowly before she forces them back open. The blood loss slowly taking her. That won’t do.
“You are mine, Esmer. And you will never leave me.” Her eyes widen in fear for a brief moment before I plunge the knife deep into her chest, right over her heart. They widen even more as a gasp of air escapes her, as the innocent light that clung to her eyes fades before me.
I wrap my dark energy around her, the rage, the anger, the evil living within me. Everything that has kept me clinging to this existence for this long. She will not leave me, not even in death.
I feel it… the moment her spirit emerges, trying to free itself from my grip, but I just hold tighter. Her beautiful face forms before me. Her eyes flick from me to her dead body behind her, and I smirk. “In life and death, my little freak.”
And for the first time, her smirk matches mine. “With pain and pleasure, Master.”
The end