Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Now Open Wide
Madison
Everything comes back to me in disorienting flashes.
Static.
The Motel.
Me.
Why I’m here.
Why the hell am I here?
Fear has overtaken every part of me, and I can’t remember anything other than escape.
But Static has me trapped—literally tied to him in every way imaginable—and there’s no running away any longer.
But this is what I wanted, isn’t it? Isn’t it?
He’ll take care of me, right?
“There he is, my little treat. Back to the land of the living.” Static’s thick southern accent garners every ounce of my attention, and I strain my neck as I look every which way to find what direction it’s coming from.
“Over here,” he taunts, and I jerk my head but come up short.
“No, this way.” I whip around and again find nothing.
And then, I scream.
Because Static’s face is directly in front of mine, and all I see are ghostly white eyes and sharp white teeth splayed wide in front of me.
My heart shoots into my throat, and I can’t breathe.
“That’s more like it. I was beginning to worry I’d lost my touch…”
“Wh-what? Why?” I’m stuttering, and I don’t even know what I’m saying, but whatever it is seems to please Static.
“Yes,” is all he says, and tears leak from my eyes, confusion swirling. “I’ve been waiting for you… for this… God, it’s been so long, my treat.”
“Oh, God,” I cry out when I feel the tip of his pointed glove glide down my naked body.
I’m naked. Again.
Do I really want this?
Do I trust him?
I force my eyes open to stare at the man in front of me. The one who looks so different compared to the one I danced with at the club. Two sides of the same whole. But is this side a sane side?
Can I trust this side not to hurt me?
I think I trust Cedrick.
I like Cedrick.
But Static…
Static scares me.
But I also met him first, and he brought out something in me I never thought I’d experience, and if it wasn’t for him, I never would’ve been able to experience anything with Cedrick at all…
Shit.
What do they call this?
A leap of faith or whatever.
Except faith has nothing to do with this. Because right now, it’s just me and Static in this creepy motel, back where we started, back to finish it.
Because this is it.
I feel the resolution settle in my bones, and I shudder with it.
Yes.
I’m going to give him every bit of me, and then, we’ll be done.
Because that was the deal we made—that’s all he wants from me.
And that’s okay. I knew that going into this.
I swallow the lump in my throat and pull in a shaky breath before slowly opening my eyes—and when I do, it’s to Static’s bright white irises staring down at me.
“What was that, treat?”
I gulp. There’s no going back from this. “My resolution.”
That makes a smile break across his face. “Beautiful.”
It’s easy to let the fear consume me. It’s an innate part of me that I can’t control.
Even though I know this time around that Static won’t actually hurt me, my body doesn’t seem to care and is working in overdrive, pumping adrenaline at a million miles a minute, curdling my blood and the acid in my stomach, making me feel queasy and lightheaded as he circles me on the bed.
“What to do with such a treat… so many options… so much time…” He’s talking to himself, tapping his finger on his bottom lip, and I follow every step he takes with wide, searching eyes, waiting for his next move, but he hasn’t done a thing.
He hasn’t even touched me since I last spoke, and I’m crawling out of my skin.
“Did you know you made me chase you for over two hours? Such a long time to hide from me. I bet your little heart was just beatin’ so frantically.
I wonder if it is now.” His heavy boots clunk against the wood as he steps onto the frame and climbs on top of me.
His ragged and torn outfit is rough against my skin as he slides against me, resting his ass against my groin.
I groan involuntarily at the contact, having never felt anything like it before, and Static chuckles darkly. He then lifts his arm and slowly pulls his glove off his hand. I watch his long fingers come into view, and my already pounding heart kicks up in speed as it slowly moves toward my throat.
“Ahh,” he sighs heavily when he presses his fingers against my pulse point. “That’s exactly what I want. Such a good boy.”
I swallow thickly and turn my head to the side, baring my neck to him even more, giving him all the access he could need.
“Oh. Now, that’s even better. What a sweet treat you are,” he purrs as he drags his long fingers along the slope of my neck, before circling it and squeezing, but not tight enough to cut off air.
“Static,” I wheeze, and his white eyes dance.
“Say it again.”
“S-Static.” My tongue flicks out to wet my bottom lip, and the next thing I know, sharp teeth are sinking into my flesh and a tongue is invading my mouth.
I let out a surprised gasp at his taste, but then, I melt into it because he tastes and feels so good, and how can that be wrong when it feels so right?
“That’s it, treat. Mmm, so good.” His fake, sharp teeth nip at me, and I hiss at the pain. This kiss feels so different compared to the kiss at the club but no less consuming or powerful.
I sink into the bedframe as Static devours me, and I melt into him, fear only an inkling in the back of my mind. Only because I know this man has the power to hurt me—physically, emotionally. In every way.
And I think I’d let him if that’s what he wanted.
And it’s that power that’s the most terrifying thing of all.
“So good, darlin’. Fuck,” he rasps against my swollen, spit-soaked lips. I stick my tongue out and taste the faintest traces of copper, and my dick twitches in my boxers.
“I felt that,” he murmurs before swiping his tongue along my face.
“Oh,” I gasp, back arching against the frame.
“You’re fuckin’ perfect,” he growls in my face, and then, the next thing I know, he’s shoving off me, leaving me cold and bereft. I shiver against the stark change in temperature as Static moves across the room. I try to reach out to him, but when my arms don’t move, I grunt in frustration.
Damn ropes.
The lights are still flashing, distorting his every step, and with each blink, he’s in a different spot in the room.
A foot in front of me, three feet away.
At the foot of the bed, right beside me.
My breathing picks up speed because with each passing second, I never know where he’s going to be. And I want to close my eyes, but it’s almost more terrifying to do that…
But maybe I should.
I let my eyelids fall closed just as the heavy thud of Static’s boot creaks across the old flooring.
“Too scared to look at me, little mouse?”
“No,” I breathe. I can feel his breath right next to me. He smells of something dark and citrusy. It makes me shiver.
“Then open your fuckin’ eyes.”
I do.
And wish I didn’t.
Because I see his axe—and it’s being held suspended above my head.
The very same axe that tore through the door keeping me hidden from him—proving that nothing will keep us separated.
“Shit,” I murmur at the sight of it. The old blood stains on the wood, the glint of the blade. Sharp and rusty, but I know it’s strong enough to do damage. I’ve witnessed it.
“Scared?” he taunts, and I swallow.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
And then, he swings it down right beside my head, and I let out a blood curdling scream, but my eyes are locked open wide as the blade lodges itself in the wood beside my head. I think even some of my hair is caught beneath it because I can’t move.
“Oh, now that’s a pretty sight,” Static murmurs, dragging his ungloved finger over where his blade is wedged.
I feel like I’m about to spew vomit.
“Hope you weren’t too fond of your hair,” he adds as an afterthought before yanking his axe back up and slinging it over his shoulder. I blink rapidly a few times, trying to process his words, before I shake my head.
I don’t really care about much of anything besides this, at the moment.
I’m sure I’ll care later. But right now, I just don’t have the capacity.
“Always such a good boy for me, Madison,” he purrs gently, and I shiver. “I wonder how else you can be good for me…”
“Wh-what do you w-want?” I ask, stuttering over the words, surprised I’m even able to make out the words.
He seems to think about it, painted eyebrows scrunching together for a minute before a wide smile breaks across his face, sharp teeth flashing in the light.
“I want you… mmm, yeah. I want you to taste me like I tasted you.”
“Oh,” I squeal, face flaming at the thought. “I-I have, I’ve never…”
“Oh, treat. Most people haven’t done this.”
This? What is he talking about? My mind starts swirling at a million miles a minute as Static stands in front of me.
He glances to the right before tossing his axe to the floor, and then, he starts undoing his pants—which are one half black with the other half black and white striped.
He drags them over his thick, black boots that are laced up tight and covered in chunky buckles.
His shirt, which he starts to unbutton next, is striped like half of his pants.
And the more he exposes his stomach, the drier my mouth becomes.
“Like what you see, my treat?” he taunts me, and I flush from head to toe at being called out. But Static looks absolutely incredible. I’ve never seen someone who looks so good.
He’s slim with the lightest ridges of abs across his midsection.
His chest is narrow with a few scattered tattoos, and his nipples are small, but he has two spiked hoops through each one, and I swallow thinking about the needle that would have gone through such a sensitive area—how badly it must’ve hurt.
But the piercings match the rest of Static’s. From the two in his lip, the spiky one in his nose, the stretched black ones in his earlobes.
Every part of him fits.
It’s like he knows exactly who he is, and he has no shame in being that person.
And I… I admire that about him.
Static’s briefs are black and tight around his muscular tattooed thighs, and the moment he hooks his fingers into the waistband and starts dragging them down said thighs, I choke on my own saliva.
I don’t know what he wants from me, but I have a feeling that in this moment, I’ll give him whatever he wants.
It’s… different this time.
I want to be here.
I want this—just as much as he does.
I crave the freedom it brings, the resolution that settles deep in my bones when all is said and done. The fear, the trepidation, the overwhelming desire that burns through me hotter than flames—it all culminates into something so great that only he can give me.
Freedom from who I thought I was. Freedom to be who I really am, as messed up as I may be.
Because Static—Cedrick—doesn’t care about how damaged I am. Because he’s just as ruined.
Static’s briefs slip past his half-hard dick, and I gasp at the sight of him in front of me.
He’s circumcised and a lot longer than me, and I marvel at the sight.
“Keep lookin’ at me like that, and I’m not gonna be able to do what I’m tryin’ to do, treat.”
I slowly lick my lips. I think I want to taste him—like he tasted me.
Is that something I can do?
“Fuck yeah, you can do that,” he groans and grabs his balls, pulling them down. “But I’m gonna need you to stop for a minute because you’re getting’ me a little too excited right now.”
I gulp. “Too excited?”
“I said I wanted you to taste me, darlin’.”
“Y-yes,” I quiver as I stare up at him before me, like an angel of darkness.
A beautiful temptation.
“But I never said what I wanted you to taste.”
I blink up at Static, confusion swirling as I register his words and think back to what he said. Taste me like I tasted you. If that doesn’t mean…
Oh…
Oh.
OH.
My face flushes and burns hot.
“Ah, my mouse figured it out, did he?” Static says as he kneels before me, dick slowly softening before my eyes. I gulp because now I know what he has planned, and I don’t know if I’m ready for this.
This is…
This is gross, right?
Right?
I clearly didn’t mean to urinate last time when I did. I was scared out of my mind, and it just… well, it just happened. And now… now Static is just going to… do it? On purpose?
“Oh, God,” I moan, eyelids fluttering as the realization settles into my bones and my face tingles from the burn.
“Scared, darlin’?” he taunts me, and I let out a breathless huff.
“Y-yeah.”
“Good. Now open wide for me.”
And like the masochist I am, I close my eyes and open my mouth for the devilish clown before me.
“Fuck, I’ve been dyin’ to do this since the first time I smelled you, treat,” he groans, and then, I feel warmth splashing against my face.
I gasp in shock and turn my head to the side, which allows Static’s piss to hit my cheek and the side of my neck as it sprays down and gets in my hair, soaking into it and pooling onto the wood below me.
The faint smell of urine wafts around us, and I pant heavily, arching against my restraints as my stomach burns hot with… with something I’ve never felt before.
Something that’s eating me alive.
Is this what fear smells like?
But what could Static possibly be afraid of?
“You have no idea, my treat,” he answers my thought out loud, and I choke as his weakening stream trickles just inside my mouth before it cuts off and I’m left gasping, covered in piss, and my cock is harder than I think it’s ever been.
That thought makes me gulp, swallowing the bitter liquid that’s in my mouth without thought.
“Did you just… Oh, fuck, darlin’. You’re absolutely perfect. Fuck.” A weight settles against my stomach, and then, Static’s mouth is against mine, utterly devouring me.
He doesn’t seem to care that I’m covered in his urine—that I just swallowed some of it. No, he shoves his tongue deep inside my mouth, exploring and devouring every inch of me he can reach. And I’m putty in his hands.
I fall limp against the bed frame as I let Static take me apart, little by little, piece by piece, until there is nothing left of me but what connects me to him… and that just so happens to be so much now.
There’s so much of me that is his, the lines are blurred and crossed, and I can’t tell which way is up, but for the first time, I don’t care because it just feels right, and that’s all that matters.
I breathe out and let the static in my brain take over. It buzzes and vibrates my bones, making my dick twitch against Static’s body where he rests heavily against me.
“You’re so fucked up. You’re my perfect little treat,” he rasps against my throat.
“Static,” I whimper, unable to say anything else. Because he’s all there is.
“I’ve got you, darlin’. Just let go for me.” He drags his finger down the length of my jaw to encircle my collared neck, and I fall into the abyss.