6. Zack
Zack
W alter Ashbury was supposed to die a slow and gruesome death for what he did to my sister.
I had every minute detail of it planned out, from what bones I’d break first, to the order I’d remove his fingers in, and how long I’d rape his ass with the dildo in my bag.
It would have been the least of what he deserved.
Except all of that vanished from existence when I watched him drag my little nun away. She was bait, and I thought I didn’t care what he did to her.
Until he touched her.
All thoughts of his torture vanished, and a new plan formed in my mind, one that involved seeing how much she was willing to submit to me.
In the end, I got what I came for. Walter is dead, and the tape is destroyed along with him.
I wasn’t sure how Kat got hold of hers, but I had my suspicions there’d be more than one. I’m going to wipe away the existence of every copy along with the men who own them.
One down, two more to go .
Chloe stares defiantly up at me. She looks cute, leashed like a puppy for me to play with.
What the fuck? No, that’s not how this goes. She’s a hot piece of ass that I’m going to enjoy between kills, and that’s it. She is not cute .
Cute things worm their way into your heart. Cute things make you want to take them home and look after them. Cute things stay.
I do not like cute things.
“Time to go,” I tell her curtly as I cut the tie from the pipe. She smells strongly of blood, and now that the rush of drugs is wearing off, I hate it on her. It should be my blood, my scent overpowering her senses. Not some other man’s.
It’s making me irrationally angry.
“We should get you cleaned up first. Can’t have anyone seeing you like that.” I grab her arm and pull her to her feet.
“If you hadn’t killed a man in front of me, I wouldn’t be in such a mess!”
I snort at her sass. She’s such a brat. I swear she does it deliberately to get me all worked up and turned-on.
“I was going to let you wash up in the restroom, but I have a better idea.”
After a final glance around the room, I lead her outside.
My car is still the only one parked up. I’m not worried about anyone catching me.
This road is rarely traveled since the new interstate popped up on the other side of town.
It’s the ass end of nowhere, where sick fucks and sweet little nuns live apparently.
Around the side of the building is a sign for a car wash. What this backwater place considers a car wash, anyway. There’s a hose attached to the faucet on the wall, and beneath that, a bucket, and a dirty sponge.
“You can clean off all that blood here. ”
“You’re joking?” She huffs as she looks between me and the grimy bucket.
“You can either give me a little strip tease and wash your naked body with that sponge, or I’ll hose you down as you are.” Picking up both, I wave them in her face.
Her jaw drops. “Neither. I’d rather stay caked in blood than do anything you want!”
I tilt my head as I try to figure her out. She rode my cock next to a dead body in the middle of the woods, but she won’t get naked and wash in front of me? And I thought I was the weird one.
“Hose it is then,” I sigh, a little disappointed I won’t get to see her fully naked quite yet.
“Wait! You can’t just—” Her words are drowned out by her screams as I turn the hose on and pelt her with the freezing cold water.
Blood runs down her legs, turning me on as it drips from her.
I imagine how much she’d love being covered in my blood.
She’d rub her hands all over her body, teasing those perky little nipples.
Her tongue would hang out as she licks me off her fingers, and she’d let out those deep sultry tones that make my cock twitch.
Then she’d use me as lube to fuck herself.
Let’s bring that to life right now.
No.
I adjust my cock and tell it to calm down. There’s no time.
When I’m done hosing her down, what’s left of her outfit is clinging to her skin, showing me exactly what those tits look like.
They felt amazing earlier, the perfect size for my hands with the most responsive little nipples.
I wish I tore the whole dress off her so I could play with them properly. Fuck, I bet they taste divine .
I should have forced her to strip, but too late for that. We need to get going.
Pooling some water into my hand, I scrub the blood from my face.
Chloe’s shaking, and dripping wet, but she’s still not crying. I want to know just what it’ll take to make her weep for me.
Tossing the hose aside, I pull her veil out of my back pocket and position it over her wet hair. “There, good as new.” I pat her on the head, but she barely reacts.
She’s quiet as I drag her back to the car.
I lock her in then fill up a can with gasoline and take it inside. After pouring it over Walter’s body, I light a match and head back to the car.
“All set?” I ask her. She remains silent, so I put some music on to liven things up, and start singing along to my favorite metal playlist. M.O.N.S.T.E.R by Escape The Fate is first up, and I chuckle to myself at the irony.
We drive away, and it’s not until we’re a few minutes down the road that an explosion goes off behind us. “Fuck! That was louder than I expected!” I laugh. Unfortunately, I can’t see the full destruction behind the trees.
“You blew the place up? The cops will be on the way!” she panics.
I shrug. “We’ll be long gone before they start searching the roads for anyone.
You sound like you don’t want them involved.
What are you running from? Why were you on the road?
” For some reason, I need the answers right this second.
It’s like my heart’s going to explode if I don’t find out what happened to her.
Chloe’s surprisingly fierce. She can handle me. No matter what’s been throw at her tonight, she hasn’t backed down. So who the hell scared her enough to run into traffic?
“Did someone hurt you?”
She keeps on ignoring my questions, so I try a different tactic.
“I’ve not actually decided what I’m going to do with you in the morning.”
That makes her eyebrow twitch. Gotcha .
“I assumed you’d want me dead after witnessing you kill someone.”
“Why are you so mad about that? He was going to rape you.”
“You’re the one who—” She cuts herself off, and huffs angrily.
Does she want to die? Is that why she’s still with me? Because it can’t be to stay alive.
“Whether or not you’re alive by daylight depends on you. Make me want to keep you alive, and maybe I will. So, tell me what you were running from.”
She shifts in her seat, her skirt riding up some more, but she can’t adjust it with her arms stuck behind her back. I love that I can see her legs all the time now. There’s still a bit of blood seeping from her cut. I have to resist the urge to lick it up.
After a moment, she says, “Get me some dry clothes, and I’ll tell you.”
That’s more like it.
Now that I’m calmer and more focused on her, I see that her lips are blue.
I switch the heater on. “That’ll warm you up.”
“No. I want dry clothes.”
“I don’t have anything.”
“Then I’m not telling you anything.”
Oh, she loves to push her luck.
I reach to the backseat for the blanket I’ve been using to crash in my car since I moved out of my home the other day.
“This’ll have to do.”
I expect her to be stubborn about it, but she lets me drape it over her. I’m annoyed that I can’t see her legs anymore, but I want to know her secrets even more.
She settles into the seat, and gets herself comfortable. “Since I was sixteen, I lived at a convent near to where you picked me up. My mom signed me over to them, and that was it. She died not long after. That was eight years ago.”
It takes me a minute to do the mental math with my drug-addled brain. She’s twenty-four? The same age as me. It was obvious she’s legal, so it doesn’t make much difference, but she’s sharing information with me. She’s letting me in.
“Then what? You ran away because you’re too much of a rebel?”
“Something like that.”
“So do you really believe in God?”
She doesn’t answer.
“Come on. You’re killing me here. If you don’t want to talk about the boring stuff, give me all the juicy details. What did you get up to behind those walls? Were you and the other girls scissoring all night and day?”
“You’re so gross,” she mumbles. Her nostrils flare as I rile her up. This is the best form of road-trip entertainment a guy could ask for. I turn the music off to give her my full attention.
“I was only joking. Don’t take it so seriously.”
Her mouth opens like she’s about to put her sharp tongue to good use again, but she calms herself down first. “I just couldn’t stay there anymore.”
That doesn’t explain why she was on the road. If she was trying to hitchhike, she’d have a bag, and would have been waiting on the side, not risking getting run over.
There’s only one explanation for it. “Someone hurt you.”
For a second, she looks vulnerable. Like I’ve cracked open her biggest fear.
“I—” She loses her words. “It doesn’t matter, and it’s not like you actually care. You just killed a man and raped me.”
I don’t remind her that she had every opportunity to get away from me when she was on top, and not once did she tell me I shouldn’t have killed him.
Her glow is dimming, and I don’t like it.
This is becoming far less fun than I anticipated.
That pain is back in my chest again. To make it go away, I grab the tin of pills and pop another one. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Chloe’s disapproving face.
“You hardly get to judge me for my shitty life choices, not when you’re sat there with a pussy full of come.”
She bares her teeth at me then turns away, shifting her body toward the door.
Grinding my jaw, I concentrate on the road.
When I feel the ecstasy kick in, I check to see if her light’s returned, but it’s still not there. I miss it. Its warm glow made me feel…It made me feel something for once.
How do I get it back?