22. Reign
CHAPTER 22
Reign
M y precious vixen was at a fucking party.
The thought sent waves of anger radiating through me at the thought of her drinking, dancing, writhing that curvy body against the hardness of another man. I’d fucking kill him. Rip his intestines out and hang him like the swine he was.
And he wasn’t even a real person. Yet.
Though I swore I wouldn’t, I hovered over my little vixen all day. She and Emma were the most adorable friends, and I couldn’t wait to rip Anna away from her and keep her as mine and mine alone. They stood looking over the Chicago River, talking, and the whispers of a party reached my ears.
So I followed her there too.
The house they’d wandered into had loud music spilling out into the streets, drunk college boys taking shots and playing beer games shirtless. Even in the thirty-degree weather, they seemed unbothered. Alcohol fueled their bodies, warming them inside out.
I slipped in after them. My shoes stuck to the floor, which pissed me off. An anger I needed to take out on Anna's virgin pussy.
My cock sinking into her would take away all the frustration I seemed to feel upon waking every single day. In due time, my sweet little vixen.
Several minutes went by as I watched her and Emma make small talk with one another and take a couple of jello shots each. They both anxiously stood in a corner, eyeing the rest of the crowd. Why did you come here, little vixen? Was it to piss me off so I’d hate fuck you harder?
Emma’s engagement ring flashed obnoxiously in the faces of those who dared to look directly at it. A few of the kids I recognized from our chemistry class asked Anna to dance, offering her drinks. Their voices carried over the too loud music.
“Just one dance,” he held out his hand to her. My eyes narrowed. “This song is one of my favorites.” His touch enveloped hers pulling her toward the bodies in the center of the room that had turned into a dance floor. Anna accepted it tentatively. His blonde hair fell into his eyes, and he flashed her a boyish grin.
Sealed his fate with that look alone.
“I really shouldn’t.” Anna’s eyes darted towards Emma and then back at the blonde. “But thank you.” She peeled her hand away from his, wiping it on the front of her dress. “I’ll see you in class. We were just heading out.”
She’d never see him again. I’d make sure of that.
“Alright.” His features fell slightly, clearly defeated. “Next time, though,” he winked, “I’ll take you home.”
Emma slapped a hand over her mouth at his words as she blinded everyone with that fucking ring.
Anna played with the hem of her dress, smiling tight-lipped at him. I had the perfect view of all of them from where I was. Neither she nor Emma was aware enough to see me watching them. They slipped out of the party after a whopping thirty minutes. Dumbass glanced over his shoulder as they left. His gaze slipped over the room before his eyes landed on Anna’s backside. The sway of her ass in that dress had me hardening in my pants.
He scoffed at the rest of the party audibly and ran out after Anna and Emma. Ran out after my fucking girl. Did he think he was going to touch her and live? Lay eyes on her and live? Laughable. I slipped out right after him, ignoring the loud sound of my shoes slapping the gummy floor.
My eyes searched the area, looking for the imbecile who dared to get that close to my vixen. The night sky was a mix of skyscrapers and purple as dusk settled in. I heard it then, the footsteps. I turned in the direction and spotted his sunkissed hair. Willing my body to move as silently as I could make it, I started after him.
I was closing in on my target. Buildings and student housing lined us on either side. Tiny alleyways between them were dark and ruined with trash and debris. The last stretch of buildings was ahead of us before the busy city streets came into view.
Now or never, Reign.
I towered over him by several inches and crept up behind him until I could see the cold huffs of breath in the air trailing behind him as he walked. Slamming my hand over his mouth, his footing broke, and he stumbled back into my chest. Dragging his body to the very last alleyway, I slammed his face against the brick.
Dazed and confused, his eyes couldn’t focus. He slid out of my grip in a heap of worthlessness on the ground. His forehead bled no doubt compromising his vision.
“What the fuck, man?” He stumbled on all fours, still shaken from the head wound. “What the fuck was that for? Are you fucking crazy?” He cursed me as my foot connected with his jaw.
I loved the feeling of it cracking under my Converse sneakers. I didn’t dress casually often, but when I did, I marveled at the way I could feel so much more through the thin and flimsy construction.
“You were having quite the night.” I fisted the collar of his shirt, dragging him to face me. I wanted him to know who was going to end him. “Touching all sorts of things that don’t fucking belong to you,” I growled.
His pupils' dilated, fear rippled off of him as recognition set in. “Professor Hart,” confusion dripped from his words. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, man. I was just after some pussy.”
Rage lit fire in my blood. My balled up fist met his nose, spreading it across his ugly ass face. The next was to his eye. Hitting until I felt the membranes squish and protrude grotesquely. I laid my fist into him until his cheekbones ballooned. He was unrecognizable save for the gurgling sounds he made choking on his blood.
Tears ran down his face as I dropped him in a wet puddle of his own piss and blood. I shook with malice. My teeth clenched in my mouth as images whirled like a hurricane through my mind.
He was touching her. He wanted to dance with her tight body close to his. Running his pathetic cock against her in hopes of tearing into her virgin cunt when the song ended. She was saved for me. She was mine, and she would bleed only for me.
“She’s a student in class,” he sobbed. His hands came together pleadingly. “How was I supposed to know you and her were a fucking thing?” His busted lip delayed his speech.
Silently, I pulled the multi-use tool from my jeans pocket, opening the pliers. Leaning on the balls of my feet, I grabbed his wrist in one hand, placing his fingernail into position.
“Fuck!” He exclaimed, too slow and too stupid to react quickly enough. His first nail ripped off clean as he wrenched his hand backward. “You’re fucking insane, man.” Snot ran down his face as he cradled his bleeding nail bed.
“Thanks,” I said, swinging my fist back. I felt his skull soften under my blow. “I don’t need help though. Stay still.” I scolded him. This was my favorite part, and I refused to have him ruin it for me.
I grabbed his limp wrist as his ragged breaths pierced the silence. He sobbed like a fucking bitch. Anna would never be with someone as spineless as him. One by one, I tore the nails from his fat fingers. Spongy white flesh stretched like string cheese as the cuticle was desperate to hold on to its counterpart. Tearing the last one off, I noticed blondie was shaking and nearly unconscious from the pain.
“You won’t wanna miss what else I have planned for you.” I slapped his face, bringing him back to reality. “I promise to make it slow and painful for you.” His hands slipped from my grasp as I worked my tool for the knife portion of it.
The beds of his nails were shredded; even if he were to live, there’d be no way the nails would grow back the same. Which served him fucking right for putting his hands on my vixen. My eyes zeroed in on the tip of the freshly sharpened pocket knife. I love being prepared for anything. To think I almost brought a screwdriver instead.
I cackled maniacally.
“Please,” his hoarse cry met my ears, “I won’t tell anyone. Just let me go.” He cursed under his breath again. “I have a sister. She’s just a baby,” he sobbed, attempting to appeal to the part of me that no longer existed. “She needs her big brother.”
“A baby sister, you say,” I ran the tip of the knife against the sensitive flesh of his fingers. “What a shame.” I sighed, ripping the knife across the webbing between his pointer and middle finger. His screams tore through the night. “I too, had a sister,” remembering her warmed my insides. “Soon you’ll get to meet her.”
I sliced between each finger on both hands until they were bloody messes of hanging flesh. “God, please stop!” He begged once more, no longer able to keep his body upright.
“God?” I wedged the knife between the knuckle that attached his fingers to his palms. “You ask this entity to save you.” I sliced deep enough to see the resistant extensor tendon. As sharp as my knife was, even that endured, clinging to the main vessel. I snapped his finger the opposite way nature intended and stretched it. Twisting and turning until it tore under my grasp.
I finally had the first digit free. Tossing the useless flesh on the ground, I turned my attention back onto his marred features.
“I am the only God you’ll ever know,” I repeated the same motion to the other fingers, saving the thumbs for last. “The one who decides your fate. I’m the one who’s going to send you to hell.”
I bent his left thumb backward, admiring the way his body was desperate to hold onto the flaccid appendage.
Moving to his right one, I snapped it off hastily, ready to end his insufferable crying. His begs fell on deaf ears. There was no saving him. His hands were reduced to stumps that would never allow him to lay a finger on my sweet Anna ever again.
He gagged on the last bit of his life force, sickening me with his dramatics. Death was so much easier than life; he really should’ve been thanking me for putting him out of this wretched misery early. I slit his throat in a jagged line just for kicks, shoving all of his fingers into the gaping hole in a slick mess of flesh and blood. His body spewed and convulsed. Seizing out the last little bit of energy it had left before finally stilling. No more screaming and crying. No more him.
Just me.
And my vixen.
I was going to find her.
And when I did, I’d make her bleed for me, too.