Chapter 2 #2
He moans and lifts his hips when I start to move faster.
He thinks I’m actually going to let him come, and that might be the best part.
His eyes flutter closed so he doesn’t notice me pick up the knife.
This is what I have been waiting for. This right here…
This is justice. Just as he is about to come, I press the knife into the base of his dick and slice as deep as I can.
His scream is filled with fear and pain as I keep cutting. Blood is everywhere and it is glorious.
I make the last cut, and his dick detaches from his body. I smile brightly and move up to pry his mouth open. “Open up, bitch,” I sneer as I shove his bloody dick down his throat. He is shaking and his screams are gargled.
I’m not done yet, though.
I want to see more blood spill.
I move the knife to his throat and dig deep as I slowly cut his flesh.
Blood sprays, and within seconds his body is limp.
Dropping the knife to the ground, I take a few steps back and look at what I have done.
I feel as though I should have some sort of remorse for this, right?
I should feel bad that I just murdered a man.
More than murdered, I raped him bloody and then I murdered him.
Why does this feel so fucking good? Why do I feel proud of myself for ridding the world of a human being?
That’s what he is. He is a human, and I killed him.
I’m finding peace in knowing that he will never hurt another person. He will never destroy another family. No one will grieve his loss because he has nothing, but the friends and family of Lacey will sleep a bit easier tonight, knowing that the monster is gone.
I toss the knife and mega dildo into plastic a bag before setting it down inside the duffel bag I brought.
I am wearing black clothing, so I should be fine to walk back, so long as I don’t touch anyone.
Once I get to my car, I will strip down and place my clothing into another bag.
I have the seat and basically anything else that I might touch covered so there will be no blood transfer.
I feel like I have thought about everything, but no one is perfect.
I wonder what my downfall will be. Will Cade and Callum visit me in jail, or will they disown me for what I am doing? Ideally, I won’t ever get caught. One day I will get all the anger out of my system and move on, but for now I choose this.
I choose anger.
I choose violence.
I choose revenge.
I choose justice.
Once I get back to my car and I am stripped down to just a tank top and shorts that I had underneath my clothing, I start driving toward the cabin.
In all reality, I should not be driving around with this shit in my car.
I need to think of a way to dispose of it quickly at the scene without leaving evidence.
For now, I will just burn everything at the house and bury the ashes.
I can clean the knife and dildo though. The knife is made in a way that there are no crevices for blood to hide in.
It is a solid piece of metal, including the handle.
I could start placing giant condoms on the rhino dildo. That will make cleanup much easier.
I get home and immediately start a fire in the fire pit. Once everything is clean, and everything is thrown into the fire, I sit in a camping chair to watch the remainder of the evidence burn away. It is a peaceful night, so it’s slightly annoying when my phone starts ringing.
“Hello?” I answer.
“Hey,” Cade says. “I, uh… I found something when I got home earlier.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. There is bread on my counter,” he remarks. I can hear in his voice that he is trying not to cry. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Yes, I did,” I say. “Mom and Dad started that tradition with us when we were children. We still carry on that tradition, and I’m not letting those three assholes take that from me.
It was hard for a while to even look at a jug of milk, but last night I decided that it was time.
The first loaf, I completely messed up, but that was my second try.
I left it shortly after you went to work. That’s why I was a few minutes late.”
“I love you, Phoenyx,” he says tearfully. “I fucking hate that I keep crying.”
“Oh. Big scary emotions ,” I laugh.
“Shithead,” he chuckles. “What are you doing?”
“Just sitting by the fire. You?” I ask.
“Watching TV,” he says. “I just wanted to check in on you. Are you liking the cabin?”
“I am. I like being in the middle of nowhere,” I tell him. “Can I ask you a question?”
“You can ask me anything?”
“Do you think I’ll ever find love after what they did to me?” I ask.
“Absolutely,” he says. “Your trauma is not who you are. Any man who has an issue with your past, especially things beyond your control, is not worth your time and attention.”
“I’m just… I’ll be okay,” I say. “Just thinking, is all.”
“You sure?” he asks.
“Yeah. Just got a little lonely sitting by the fire,” I say.
“Callum and I will bring pizza and hang out tomorrow. How’s that sound?”
“Sounds great,” I say happily. “See you then.”
“Goodnight, Nyx. Call me if you need me,” he says.