Chapter 3 #2
“Oh, you like that?” Dylan grinned, getting out of character. “Next thing.” He closed his eyes again, grabbing my chin yet again. “Such a filthy whore, just a hole for me to fuck. Only good for fucking, aren’t you?” I felt tears gather in my eyes. Why was he so mean?
“Fuck, okay, you’re not into that.” He kneeled in front of me, his pants protesting loudly, and hugged me close.
“Was that a kink?” I sniffled, letting him comfort me.
“Yeah, degradation.”
“Did you do it right?” I dared ask. If this was real and Jackson liked it…
“I believe so… but maybe I’m not cut out for this, Pete.”
“It started out fun,” I muttered.
“Yeah, you like praise, but that’s hardly a surprise.”
I smiled. “Let’s stop the kink exploration. I’ll do the rest of my research alone. But thank you.”
“Anything for you.” I smiled. “Oh, and Pete?”
“Yes?”
“I can’t get back up.”
I had spent another week studying BDSM and what I learned was that I needed real life experience.
I had saved myself for Jackson, but if I had to be compatible with him, I needed to know I could do this thing with him.
That’s how I found myself in a random BDSM club, wearing tight leather shorts and a fishnet crop top.
I had put on some smokey eye liner, needing something to feel like I was in character.
It felt wrong going to a place like this as myself.
Pete wasn’t a guy that came to BDSM clubs. But my other persona could be.
I’d told Dylan about it, much to his horror. But he supported me in my Jackson obsession and I’d promised to text him when I got home safely after this. My plan was to get through a scene with a random dom, and then I would ask out Jackson.
It was so simple!
I sat down at the bar and ordered a bottle of water. They allowed eighteen-year-olds to enter and it didn’t seem like the most rule-abiding place, so I could’ve likely gotten a real drink, but I didn’t want alcohol to ruin this for me.
Until I saw them.
Now, I was what people called a born medium.
My mother was too. And her dad before her, and the list went on and on.
So, seeing ghosts and talking to them was my normal.
But seeing a dom walking around with three ghosts trailing him, all wearing different kinds of skimpy outfits, that didn’t bode well for me.
And unfortunately for me, the man took my interest in his ghosts as interest in him.
He smirked and prowled over to where I sat.
I squirmed in my seat, fearing for my life, but then I remembered I was at the bar, I wasn’t somewhere secluded.
I forced myself to calm down and met his gaze as he slid into the seat next to me.
“Hi there, gorgeous,” he winked. I tried not to wince.
The ghosts sneered at him; their dislike so obvious.
I knew what had happened, it was my job to help spirits like them.
To free them. We were a sort of community of mediums, all working together to help out ghosts, and those who had been killed by touch would forever be tied to their killers, even when their murderers died themselves.
It was cruel really, but when someone died while touching someone else, then they would be tied to that person, always having to follow them around wherever they went.
And then when that person died, they’d both be stuck to the location where the killer had died.
I could free them. And even though I was afraid, I knew I had to.
I just nodded at him and walked over to a dark wall, hoping I could free them there.
My powers weren’t visible, but I needed them to understand I was helping for it to work, otherwise they could fight the pull I had on them.
I would have to speak to them, without the killer dom knowing what I was doing.
He followed like I knew he would. Coming to a stop next to me, leaning one arm on the wall beside me, acting all confident.
“He’s too innocent to die,” one of the ghosts said sadly.
“So were the others,” another said. It likely meant he’d killed more than these, but those ghosts had turned into the light.
I got into my role, speaking to the ghosts while looking straight at their killer. “Ever wondered what it would feel like to have your leash broken?” I asked. He frowned, then smiled widely.
“Oh, you think you’re tough enough to break my hold on you? You truly are a surprise.”
I continued, wanting this over with as soon as possible. “Let’s say you held three leashes all holding subs.” I dared a look in their direction and heard them gasp. “I could break all of them, freeing them.”
He laughed. “Freeing them, huh. And would you be the one taking all the punishments then?” He seemed to think I was into a scene involving more subs.
I nodded. Swallowing down bile as I started tugging the string that held the ghosts connected to their killer.
They let me, coming closer so I could touch their hands.
They smiled when they felt their tether disappear.
The man wouldn’t feel anything, so he was blissfully unaware.
His victims were now free from him. Sadly they were now bound to this seedy club, but it was better than having to be beside your killer forever.
One of them leaned over to me. “You need to get away, or he’ll take you against your will. None of us went with him willingly.” I swallowed down my fear. I thought people had to consent. Why had I thought a killer would need consent?
“I um, I have to go home now. But I’ll be back tomorrow if you’re still interested then?
” I said, hoping it would be enough for him to let me go.
I would need his name from the ghosts and then I would have the police looking into the murders he’d committed.
We often left clues in the mail and left the rest to the police, and they were surprisingly good at following up on our leads.
If it was a bigger case, we could contact the FBI, who knew about us mediums.
He moved so quickly I didn’t even register it, caging me in with both his arms. “Now, now, little gorgeous thing, you said you could break my leash. Try me.” His eyes were dark and I felt all color drain from my body. I couldn’t die like this.
I tried to move away, but he grabbed me, holding one hand on my throat. I yelled out, “RED!” hoping it would be enough to get people’s attention, but no one even looked at us.
He tsked. “You should’ve known that wouldn’t work on me. You started this. Time to put your mouth to work.”
I felt tears streak down my cheeks seeing my life escape me.
I was too young to die, like the ghosts watching on with horrified expressions.
He was strangling me, cutting off my air supply.
This shouldn’t have happened. There were people around us, all not giving a fuck I was getting killed.
I couldn’t even fight him. I tried, too weak to do anything that helped me out.
When I kicked him in the nuts that only made him grunt and tighten his hold, killing me faster. I had never been this afraid before.
Then, he was knocked to the side. I slumped to the floor, holding my bruised throat and sucked in air. I wouldn’t be bound to this place as a ghost. Thank fuck! Looking up at my savior, my black lined eyes ruined with my tears, I saw the one person I hadn’t expected.
Jackson.