8
“Alright, baby. He’s honestly not worth all of this, but I think you’re right. It’ll be fun.”
It’s not my usual style with the masking tape, saran wrap and injection routine. But those were Daddy’s rules. For the first time, now, I’m following my own.
Besides, if I start killing with Finn instead of solo, I’ll need to switch up the aesthetic.
“Maybe they’ll change the name,” he muses. “It won’t be the Dark Devil anymore. They could call us… Big Cat and Little Cat.”
He flashes me a grin, gesturing toward his tiger mask and my kitten one.
“Or Tiger and Kitten. Predator and Prey. The Cat Killers. Whaddaya think?”
“Shut up, Finn.”
“Fine. On the count of three…”
“No, I decide. This is my killing.”
“Of course it is, baby. But don’t forget I’m your Daddy.”
“Shut up, Finn.”
“Well, then, are you gonna count down or what?”
I huff out an exasperated sigh. “I guess you might as well do it, since…”
My words are interrupted by the sudden opening of the door. Mr. Campbell must have heard voices, because he looks at us, his welcoming smile freezing into an ugly grimace.
“What the… what the…”
The pudgy, beady-eyed scientist who’s responsible for Daddy’s death gapes at us, then takes hurried steps back.
Victims always do make it so easy. If it were me, I’d have forced my way past the guns. He’s the one who took us by surprise; we wouldn’t have had time to shoot before he was in the street, screaming his head off.
Instead, shock makes him edge backward, and it’s the easiest thing in the world to follow him into the living room, cornering him against a wall.
“Please, please, whatever you want… take it! Everything I own is yours! Take whatever you want! Please don’t kill me… fuck, don’t kill me…” He falls to his knees, sobbing loudly, and moments later a strong smell wafts up, telling me he’s just shat himself.
“Ew,” says Finn. “You’re cleaning that up, Cass.”
Mr. Campbell lifts a tear-drenched face and stares at me. “C-cassandra…? Is that you?”
“It’s Cass, Mr. Campbell. I don’t know why you always insist on calling me Cassandra. The name Cass is literally on my birth certificate. My ID card says Cass. Where on Earth are you getting this Cassandra shit from? Just for that, I should fucking kill you.”
“Language,” tuts Finn.
“I don’t… I don’t…” Mr. Campbell blinks his eyes, staring at each of us in turn, before gluing his eyes back on me. “Why are you doing this, Cassandr—I mean, Cass? This isn’t you. You’re a brilliant scientist, not a killer…”
“I’m a brilliant scientist and a killer. Now, think your last thought, and die.”
“Wait!” he cries, lifting his hands up. “Please, wait! I don’t get it! Why are you doing this, Cass? What have I ever done to you?”
I let out a dry laugh. “I think you know, Mr. Campbell. I think you know exactly what you did. You killed my Daddy.”
“No, no, no.” The beads of sweat pearling on Mr. Campbell’s temples bely his words. “You know that’s not true. Finn Austen did it. He wasn’t convicted of it… but we all know he did it.”
“Hey, that’s not very nice.” Finn scratches an itch on his nose, moving his mask just enough that Mr. Campbell catches a glimpse of his face, and blanches. “I can hear you, you know. You’re hurting my feelings. Go on, Cass. Kill the fucker. Enough with the chatterbox killings. Just do it.”
“I… I…” Mr. Campbell sputters, staring at him. “Cass, are you being forced to do this against your will? Let’s all take it easy, okay? Finn, I won’t breathe a word about this to anyone. Cass, I’m on your side. I’ve always been on your side…”
“Yeah, and that was your first mistake, Mr. Campbell. No one’s forcing me to do a thing. Finn Austen didn’t kill my Daddy. You did. And Finn Austen didn’t kill your son, either. Guess who did that?”
Mr. Campbell stares at me, the pallor of his face giving way to a distinct shade of green. “You’re… you’re the Dark Devil.”
“Good boy,” yawns Finn. “Okay, Cass, do it.”
“Don’t rush me!”
“I’m not rushing you. But you know you have a tendency to chat. And that’s fucked you in the past. So do it now. I don’t want you to get fucked… except by me.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I roll my eyes, turning back to Mr. Campbell, and aiming my gun at him.
“Stop! Cass! No!” Mr. Campbell’s pleading is accompanied by an even greater stench.
“Goddammit, the guy’s got diarrhea. Cass, you’re cleaning.”
“We’ll play for it. Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.”
“Fuck that. You’ll be on your knees cleaning that shit while I fuck you from behind. Now do it. My cock is ready to burst.”
Mr. Campbell stares at the barrel of the gun, shock glazing over his features. He doesn’t protest anymore, merely swaying back and forth.
“I wonder how much this silencer actually silences.”
“Fuck, Cass, stop talking and shoot!”
“Fine.” I put my finger on the trigger. “Mr. Campbell… think your last thought… and die.”
A muted explosion follows my words, and the man responsible for my old Daddy’s death crumples over, while my new Daddy grips my hips from behind.
“Finn, I’m not cleaning that mess. Or having sex anywhere near it. It stinks!”
“I’ll open a window.” Finn is already pulling down my Valentino jeans and pushing me down on my hands and knees, just inches away from the dead body. He quickly opens a window, before coming back, fisting his cock in his hand.
“Finn…” I groan. “At least, let’s clean up the shit before we fuck. The smell makes me gag.”
“Fine.”
“Fine?”
“You can gag around my cock.” Leaving me with my jeans around my knees, he goes around to my mouth. “Open up.”
“Finn, the smell!”
He pinches my nose, and when I pop open my mouth for air, he pushes his cock in. “Be a good girl, now, baby. Take my cock, and I’ll make sure not to let you breathe. That way the smell won’t bother you.”
My eyes water as his cock rams into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, his fingers pinching my nose. Well, I guess he’s right. The smell doesn’t bother me anymore.
I feel myself turning purple, my hands batting at his jeans, as he keeps a hold of my nose. I just manage to occasionally get a breath in around his cock, but the lack of oxygen is making me dizzy.
It’s a nice kind of dizzy, though. Especially with the added thrill of knowing just how easily he could kill me right now.
And he seems to be thinking the same thing, his pupils dilated and dangerous under his hooded eyes. He’s clearly struggling with the urge to end me, but he must win his inner battle. His balls tighten, and his seed coats the back of my throat.
“Good girl,” he croons, stroking the side of my face.
“You’re my very good girl, baby. I’m going to make you happy.
I’m going to make you so goddamn happy. And I promise you I won’t kill you until we’re very old.
Not until we’re eighty at least. You’re going to live a very long, very happy life, without dying at my hands for most of it. ”
I rest my head against his knees and mumble, “That’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me, Finn.”
“You’ll see. I’m the most romantic Daddy you’ll ever have. Now, stay on your knees with those jeans around your ankles, and clean the shit while I watch.”
“No, Finn!” I pout. “You clean it.”
“When you make the mess, you gotta clean the mess.”
“Well, I’m not cleaning it. You’re the one who told me to stop using saran wrap because it’s bad for the environment. But it kept me from having to deal with just this kind of situation.”
“Fine,” he relents at last. He picks me up so that I’m straddling him, his palms gripping my ass. “I’ll clean it, but first, I want to fuck you in every room in this house. Maybe the smell won’t be so bad in some of them.”
“That’s called procrastination, Finn.”
“Uh huh. Come on and procrastinate with me, baby. Where should we start?”
“I don’t know.” I moan as he starts grinding into me, and wrap my arms around his neck. “His house is huge. The possibilities are endless.”
“The possibilities… and the fucks. Let’s go upstairs.
” He carries me up the stairs, opening the first door we reach.
The bedroom very clearly belongs to Mr. Campbell’s son.
It doesn’t look like it’s been touched since Ray died.
The desk is still half-littered with homework, the bed is unmade, there are football pennants on the wall and a case of trophies. Finn tumbles me onto the bed.
“Get on your hands and knees. Face the wall, Cass.”
I do what he says, arching for him. He drags his hands down the swell of my ass, groaning.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so good to me.” He sinks his already hard cock between my cheeks, past my ring of muscle, and I groan, half pain, half lust. “It’s really come full circle, huh?
Our story started with Ray Campbell dying, and now we’re fucking on his bed.
” He starts to drive his cock inside me, and I bite down on the bedsheets, because fuck, it hurts. It hurts so good.
“I love how you’re the coldest bitch there is, but you’re warm for me,” continues Finn, the words coming out strained through his gritted teeth. “You’re my baby, and I think… I think… I love you.”
He punctuates his declaration with hard thrusts that make me see stars.
“Don’t you love me, baby?”
I scoff. “I don’t have a heart, Finn. Remember? Nothing but air in my chest cavity.”
“Uh huh.” He fucks into me harder, and I grip the headboard to keep from falling. “That’s not true. You care about that silly girl. What’s her name? Piper’s doppelganger.”
“Billie. Ohhh, fuck.” Still working my ass hard, Finn brings a hand to my pussy and rubs my clit. “I… hope… she’s… okay.”
“I hope she’s not,” grunts Finn, speeding up his thrusting. “I hope she’s getting bullied left and right.”
“Finn!”
“It’s what I said—some girls are just born to be bullied.”
“You’re such an asshole!”
“That’s right, baby. You’re even hotter when you’re pissed off.
” Finn pushes me down on the bed, climbing up and pinning me to the mattress as he drives his massive cock into me.
His hand grips mine to keep me from angrily batting at him.
“I fucking love it when you’re my naughty girl. I fucking love… you.”
His cock twitches inside me and his fingers pinch my clit, causing a painful orgasm to roll through me just as he fills my ass with his cum.
Then he sags against me, burying his head in my hair. “I don’t care if you can’t say the words, baby. Just as long as I’m your Daddy.”
I huff out a long sigh. For the first time since I can remember, I feel at peace. That hard edge that drove me crazy is gone, for the most part. The thought of killing still sends a thrill through me, but it’s no longer the only thing.
I close my eyes, snuggling under him.
“Yes, Finn,” I whisper. “Yes. You’re my Daddy. I guess... you’ll always be my Daddy.”