36. Reign
CHAPTER 36
Reign
I enjoyed watching the life drain from useless eyes. I loved watching the God-given essence flow out of a mangled body. The only thing that got my dick harder was Anna’s delectably inviting pussy. She’d always been hand carved just for me. I just had to find her.
And every single moment of Lane’s life draining from him was going to be one that I'd savor until my very last breath.
Lane Tomlison had been giving my precious little vixen shit for far too long, and that ended tonight.
A tight lipped growl escaped my lips as I released Anna’s shaking body.
Lane was stumbling back to his feet. “What the fuck was that about man?” He wiped blood from his busted lip. “What the fuck is your problem?”
His backpack slumped on his shoulder to one side leaving him off balance. I took advantage and swung my leg out, swinging my hip with the motion connecting with his ankles.
One snapped under the unexpected pressure, leaving a scream scraping up his esophagus as he fell to his knees. “Is it money? You want money? I got that.” He scrambled in his back pocket, snatching his wallet and tossing dollar bills at me. As if that negligible amount of money was going to save his fucking worthless life.
His voice cracked with consternation. “You can take it all. Take her even; I don't care,” he stammered. “Just let me go.”
I stepped closer in the darkness. Maneuvering this library was easily done with my eyes closed. It was one of my favorite places to watch Anna. I had the upper hand and he’d rot here with these dusty books.
“I will be taking her,” I growled out the words. “But first, I’ll be taking care of you.”
“Come on,” he begged, tears wetting his face. He looked no more than the child he was. “I didn’t do anything wrong, we were just studying.” Sobs racked his body as his ankle twisted impossibly more under the weight of him.
I pulled out the multi-use pocket knife tool, my favorite thing to use on the less important bodies I’d dispose of. I ran the cool tip against his throat. The thin skin throbbed with the race of his heart. His features rippled with apprehension as his skin barely separated at the tip. Little beads of blood rushed to the surface, mesmerizing me as the crimson fluid threatened to spill.
The taste of Anna’s innocence flooded my mouth. My cock sprang to life ready to have her again.
“Aww,” I cooed. I placed my hand on his face like he was a child being scolded. “How old are you, seven?”
I whipped the knife, pointing down, and slammed the blade into his thigh. The skin separated like room temperature butter. I shimmied the knife around in the muscle, loving how it tore under pressure. Ecstasy saturated through my blood as his screams turned hoarse. Snot dripped into his mouth, his lips held open by the silent plea.
“Please,” the damn near inaudible prayer escaped his lips. “God. ”
Countless souls cried out to this deity, only to be met with silence. But I, a dark chuckle trickled past my lips, I would always be there to answer, lurking in the darkness, ready to cleanse the wretched.
I withdrew the knife with the most delectable squelch. I flung the muscle tissues that clung to the blade onto his face. The flesh sliding down his wet skin elicited a gag from his horror stricken face.
“The only God you’ll be answering to tonight,” I spoke as I slowly inserted the blade into the bleeding gaping wound. “Is me.”
Muffled sobs grabbed my attention. Strangling my gaze away from my prey, I turned towards the sound. My sweet Anna was huddled in a corner with her hand clasped over her mouth. Her eyes wide with an emotion she earned from the sight unfolding before her eyes.
“Sweet girl.” I crawled towards her on my hands and knees. “What’s the matter? I’m taking care of him for you, vixen.”
Her breath caught in her tight little throat. “For,” she choked on the stench of blood that wafted through the air, “me?”
I nodded quickly as Lane attempted to scramble to his feet. I moved my body in haste, tackling him back down to the ground. I straddled his body beneath mine, ready to end this.
Ready to end his inferior life.
“You’re doing it for her?” I punched Lane in the face as his voice rippled through the desolate library. “For that bitch?”
My jaw clenched so hard in my mouth I could feel my teeth giving under the pressure. “That bitch ,” the words were venomous as they left my mouth, “is the only one capable of restraining me. Only she holds the power to rein me in, halting the violence I planned for you.”
Blood soaked his gums as his body writhed and trembled beneath my grip. “Vixen,” I snapped. Her eyes flicked to mine. Her green gaze glowed in the darkness that blanketed us. “Do you want me to let him go?”
A sharp inhale of air froze us all in place as my words hung thick.
I’d do whatever my prized possession told me to do.