8. Chapter Seven
CHAPTER SEVEN
MARGERY
M argery was leaving for the cabin today. Something she was really looking forward to. She didn’t realize how much she needed this until Adalisa suggested it.
But first, she needed to go out and get a couple of things. Adalisa said there wasn’t going to be any food in the cabin. Margery didn’t like to cook much, but she didn’t want to buy a lot of fast food and eat that while she was at the cabin. She wanted home-cooked food that she wouldn’t have to reheat necessarily, but it would still be amazing.
Yeah, Adalisa mentioned it was an old place, and it didn’t have a microwave. She thought it was strange, but it was her aunt’s place. If she didn’t want to update anything, she didn’t have to. Why waste money when she wasn’t even living there?
Margery also wanted to stop and get a couple of books. Maybe she could sit and read while enjoying the outside. There weren’t going to be any car noises to distract her as she tried to read.
She wanted to take full advantage of this, and she planned to. She wasn’t going to be responsible for anybody but herself, which was normal, but she also felt like she had to be mindful of the people around her in the city. Being out where there was nobody gave her the freedom not to have to worry.
Grabbing her keys, she left her house, locking it before turning around. Her foot stepped on something uneven. Drawing her eyebrows together, she looked at the envelope on her porch, confused. When did that get put there? Normally, people put things in the mailbox, not on the front porch.
Margery bent down and picked it up. The only thing that was written on there was her name. Maybe it was one of her neighbors who wanted to give her something but didn’t want to put it in her mailbox.
Some people were weird like that, but she wasn’t going to complain or judge. She honestly would probably do the same thing. Margery didn’t want to have her neighbors think she was taking their mail.
Though, she didn’t really have to worry about that since she didn’t interact with her neighbors much. They were all older people who were stuck up. People who wanted to be alone and didn’t want to interact with anybody.
She got that. She was one of those people. When she got home, she didn’t want to talk to anyone. She worked, and when she got home, it was her time to be by herself.
Margery flipped the envelope over and slowly started to open it. The first thing she saw was a small, white note. Pulling it out, she turned it over and read the ten words written there.
He touched what was mine, so he had to die. -Y.L.
Her eyebrows squished together as she read those words again. What did they mean? She looked back at the envelope and realized there were other items in there. Putting the note back into the envelope, she pulled out the other things.
She screamed when she saw the guy who had almost raped her lying dead on the floor. There were multiple pictures of him. Margery quickly stuffed the pictures back into the envelope and rushed toward her car.
Maybe she should take this to the police. But what if they didn’t believe her? She had already called the police before, and they didn’t do anything. If anything, they had brushed it off and said she had a secret admirer. But maybe this information would show them she wasn’t lying. Surely, it would force them to believe her.
She placed the envelope on the passenger seat as she started her car. She needed to get on the road. Maybe she would go to the police station ’.
What if the person who was stalking her had ties to the police? Should she have called about it the other day? There were so many things to think about.
Margery knew there were a couple of gangs and even mafia groups in New York City. When she walked home, she tried to keep her head down so she didn’t see anything she shouldn’t. A couple of times, people had told her to continue to walk, and she did.
There were horror stories about people not stopping and ending up dead. That wasn’t going to be her. She wanted to live her life.
As she stopped at one of the stoplights, she looked over at the envelope. The thought of him killing for her did something to her. She shouldn’t have been thinking about that, but she couldn’t stop herself.
He knew what the rapist was going to do to her. What if he had gotten out and gone for her again? Her stalker was only keeping her safe. Maybe she should be thankful and turned on because he killed for her. He didn’t have to, and yet he still did.
Honk. Honk.
Coming back to reality, Margery realized the light was green. She really needed not to think about it. She was so distracted, and she couldn’t have that while she was driving. It was dangerous.
She drove for a couple more minutes until she reached the grocery store. Once she parked, then she could think about it a little bit more. But should she? Margery parked far so away from the store that once she opened the envelope and looked at the photos, nobody would see. She didn’t need anybody freaking out and calling 911. No doubt they would probably think she had taken the pictures.
She carefully grabbed the envelope and opened it once again. First, she grabbed the note and read it over again.
He touched what was mine, so he had to die.
Just reading it again made her have butterflies in her stomach. Fireworks shooting off, making her heart pump faster. She should be scared—part of her was—but the other part was turned on. He had killed for her to keep her safe. He must have had information that her attacker was going to be let free.
Next, she pulled out the pictures and started to look over them. There was one bullet-wound to his head. She hadn’t even realized there was blood on the ground where he lay.
This should make her want to vomit, cry, and be afraid for her life, but the longer she looked at it, the more she was aroused. He had killed for her. To keep her safe or to show her he meant business.
Margery grabbed her phone and pulled up Adalisa’s contact.
Would it be crazy to be turned on about a guy killing for you? -Margery
If anyone knew if it was appropriate, it would be Adalisa. Some of the things she read and experienced in life were pretty shocking. Sometimes, she wondered if Adalisa had a death sentence, but Margery figured she didn’t.
Immediately, her phone started to ring, and she put Adalisa on speaker.
“What are you talking about?” Adalisa asked.
“Hello to you, too.”
“Bitch, answer my question. Why did you ask that?”
Margery should have figured Adalisa would want more information than just her question. Part of her was hoping she would let it slide, but she should have known it was too much to ask for .
“I’m just asking. Is it crazy to be turned on if the guy kills for you?” she asked.
“Well, if we’re talking about a book, then yes. Totally okay and great even. But in real life, it kind of depends on the situation,” Adalisa explained. “Why are you wanting to know?”
Was she going to tell Adalisa the truth, or was she going to make up some story? If Adalisa didn’t believe her about the stalker, then she wouldn’t believe her about this. But she could show her the pictures. Maybe then she would believe her.
“I just saw a reel on social media about a book,” Margery lied.
“I didn’t think you read much.”
“I don’t, but I’m grabbing a couple of books so I can read at the cabin. Figured it would be good for me.”
“Well, like I said, if it’s about a book, then it’s perfectly fine. Real life, like I said, kind of depends. But I would totally bang a person who would kill for me. If he were keeping me safe, I would. Not just killing to kill, but killing to make sure nothing happened to me,” Adalisa babbled. “I’m so excited that you’re going to be reading some books about this. Then I can talk to you. You’re going to have so much fun. It’s going to be great. I can give you some recommendations if you want.”
Of course, Adalisa would bang somebody that killed for her. So maybe it wasn’t so weird she was aroused by him killing for her. Maybe it was normal or almost normal, and she was okay.
“Sure. I’m not at the bookstore right now, but I’ll be heading there soon. ”
“Great. I’ll send you several recommendations from the best to the worst. Obviously, they’re my opinions. You might think differently. But you can check out the blurbs at the store and then buy whatever you want.”
“Thank you. I really appreciate it.”
“Anytime. And if you need any other suggestions, let me know. You know I read a lot. I’ve read some pretty dark things but also some light and fluffy things.”
“Anything to do with some kinks?”
Adalisa didn’t know that Margery was a Little or kinky at all. It was a private part of Margery. Nobody knew, and even though Adalisa and she were close, she wasn’t sure she wanted to tell her everythign. But maybe asking for something that had kink in it would open the door.
Margery didn’t want to tell Adalisa and her not be kink-friendly. Especially since they had to work together.
“I’ve got some recs with somnophilia. It’s hot to read about it, but it’s also hot to do it in real life,” Adalisa giggled.
“What’s that?”
“It’s when you have an agreement with whoever. It can be your spouse, literally anybody, but if you’re in the same house, you wear something that identifies that it’s okay. So basically, ’you fall asleep, and in the middle of the night and your partner or whoever can do whatever they want to you. Have sex with you. It’s absolutely amazing. Not for everybody, but I love it.”
“You’ve done it in real life?”
Margery shouldn’t be shocked by it, but she was. Every single day, Adalisa told her something new, and it surprised her .
“Oh yeah, still am. I went to a kink club and found this one guy. Absolutely amazing. We went back to my house for it. Ever since then, I’ve left my window open a little and I’ve worn the same thing so if he came by, he could slip in.”
Her mouth hung open as the words sunk in.
“You did not. Do you know how unsafe that is?”
“Yeah, I do, but I trust him. I wouldn’t have done it with him the first night if I didn’t trust him. I might be dumb sometimes, but I do think. One of the guys at the club knows him very well and said he trusts him. We talked for several hours, and we connected. At first, it was only going to be that one night, but I enjoyed it too much. I don’t even know what made me crack my window open and wear the same thing I wore that night. But I’m glad I did. It adds to the element of surprise.”
“Has he ever not shown up when you’ve worn whatever you wear?”
“A couple of times. I can say I was pretty disappointed, but he has a life. I don’t know what he does or really anything about him but I do know we connected.”
“And you can’t just talk to him after? Ask him if you can see each other?”
It wasn’t making much sense. If he was in the house already, why couldn’t she talk to him? Adalisa didn’t say they didn’t talk, but she also didn’t say they had. She just alluded that they didn’t.
“Because after, I can’t really think. My brain is mush from all the pleasure. Sometimes, he’ll clean me up; sometimes, he won’t. Sometimes, he’ll stay inside me longer to keep all of his cum inside of me. We don’t really talk. He holds me for some time, and then he’ll slip out of the window,” Adalisa gently explained.
“He does what ?”
“I think he has a breeding kink. We don’t know each other that well, but I have to say, his words affect me. He’s told me how good I would look pregnant with his child. He has said over and over that he wants to fill me up so that I get pregnant.”
“And you’re allowing him to do that?”
“Yeah, I am. It might be dumb right now, but I’m really enjoying it. I love every second of it. I don’t want it to end.”
“Have you guys talked about what you’ll do if you actually do get pregnant?”
“No, we haven’t. We haven’t really had much of any discussion. But I wouldn’t mind getting pregnant by him even if I do have to be a single mom after. Honestly, if I do get pregnant, I don’t think he’ll walk away. He seems responsible.”
“But you just said you haven’t really talked to him much. How do you know if he is responsible enough? There are two different types of being responsible. The average Joe Blow responsibility or the kind where the guy gets you pregnant, he’ll take responsibility.”
“So, I don’t know if he’ll be 100 percent responsible for getting me pregnant, but I would like to believe he would be. He seems like a guy who would be.”
Margery didn’t know what to say or how to respond. Adalisa seemed like she had already made up her mind, and there was no changing it. Not that Margery wanted to change it, but she wanted her to understand the risks of things .
“Okay, I believe you. I just want you to be informed. You are an adult, and I can’t be the boss of you. I just want you to be careful,” Margery expressed.
“I know and thank you forcaring. I really appreciate it, but I am being careful. I know it might not seem like it, but this is actually pretty tame for what I have done,” Adalisa replied. “Now, you go do what you need to and then head to my aunt’s cabin. And relax. I don’t want to hear from you until you get back and are coming to work.”
“Thanks. I owe you one.”
She hung up the phone and grabbed the pictures and note again. Adalisa said it depended on the situation whether she should be aroused or not. Technically, part of it did. He was saving her from potential danger, but what Adalisa didn’t know and probably wouldn’t believe was that he was also her stalker.
So, was it really a good thing to be aroused?
Margery didn’t know, but she wasn’t going to question it anymore. It was hot that he killed for her and was keeping her safe. Even if he was stalking her.