Chapter 41
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
S.K.A.M.
W hat a shame she’d dropped her box of pretty cream cakes when she saw me. But when she really saw me, when realisation set in and her eyes went wide, I felt a rush of adrenaline. This was going to be so fucking fun. The best kick I’d had in ages.
She couldn’t make sense of what she was seeing. Her eyes were showing her what her brain couldn’t comprehend.
“What’s up, Emma?” I asked casually, smirking as I turned back to the tea I was making and lifted the pot to pour another cup. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” I teased, and I felt the air between us shift.
She didn’t answer me, just darted for the door to try and escape.
“Ah, not so fast,” I scolded, as my arm whipped out and grabbed her before she could reach the doorway. I yanked her to me, holding her back to my front. “We haven’t had any fun yet,” I whispered into her ear. “You’re not allowed to leave.”
“Fuck you,” she hissed, and I laughed.
“That can be arranged. I know you like a man that takes control.” I pecked her cheek as she cursed me and tried to pull away, but she was going nowhere.
I wrapped my arm around her neck and placed my hand over her face to cover her nose and mouth. Then, pulling her head closer to mine, I spoke in a soothing voice, telling her, “Relax, Emma. Let this next part happen naturally. It’ll only hurt you more if you struggle.”
She started to buck against me, so I tutted. “I thought you were good at taking instructions. But you’re not listening and you’re not being a very good girl now, are you.”
I tightened my grip on her neck, saying, “Don’t fight it. You need to take a little nap.” As I squeezed harder. But she continued to fight against me, kicking her legs into my shins and jerking her body. But she was no match for me. I could have ended her right here, right now, if I wanted.
But I didn’t want that.
I had so much more I needed to do to make this perfect before I sent her to meet her maker.
“It’ll only be for a short while,” I promised as I compressed her windpipe, depriving her of the breath she was gasping for, as she clawed and scratched me like a feral cat.
And as she started to weaken and then slumped in my arms, I whispered, “There, there. All done. That’s a good girl. Now we can move to the next part.”