6. Six Lakey
Six: Lakey
T he steak was absolutely divine. It had been a while since the last time I had steak, let alone a rib eye and with the mushrooms and potato, I was in heaven. You’d think the way I ate, I should be a bigger girl, but I was ‘blessed’ with a metabolism that didn’t quit.
Literally.
I was hungry almost constantly. People always commented how nice it must be, but it really isn’t. It’s not nice feeling hungry all the time. It’s not nice feeling like all you do is eat to stave away the next time you’re hungry. It sucks, but I can’t say that because then I’m seen as ‘ungrateful’.
Anyway, I digress. Cam made these perfectly and if I wasn’t so curious about what was in the file, I’d have been eating much slower and truly enjoying the way it melted like butter on my tongue.
“Woah, babe, slow down. Jesus Christ, you’re gonna choke.” Cam was a quarter through his steak, and I was already eating the leftovers on the bone.
I grinned, well aware of the meat sticking in my teeth. “You said I couldn’t open my present until I was done eating sooooo…” To make a point I stuck the bone in my mouth and sucked it, taking off the last of the meat. “All done. Can I open it now?”
He chuckled and looked at me with that twinkle in his eye that I loved so much. He was up to something and if he was this excited about it, I was excited too. Cam rarely got excited about things.
I dunno which one of us was more fucked up at this point. All I knew is that we had both gone through things that other people would choose to die over, or become addicts over, and we hadn’t. We were surviving the best way we knew how.
I remember when Cam got released and we found each other again. His probation officer told him he should go to therapy to process his trauma. Yeah, that didn’t end well. The therapist came onto him, and she was my first real kill. It was messy as fuck, but it was so fun, we fucked in her blood after and that’s kind of how all of this was born.
He realized I had a need to kill my trauma through ending women who took advantage of others, probably something to do with the fucking nuns who abused me. And I realized that I couldn’t justify that without a catalyst. I wasn’t some vigilante, or a martyr, so Cam proposed this. Or maybe it was my idea. It’d been so long, I don’t remember.
I guess technically he didn’t have to actually fuck them for me to justify it. He could just take them out or something, but that just felt so boring. It was just so much better when I dropped the bomb that I’m his other half and now they’re going to die.
“Lakes?”
I shook my head to clear my thoughts.
“Where’d you go? I thought you wanted to open the damn file?” Cam was staring at me, and when I looked down, his steak was almost gone.
“Sorry, babe. Disassociated for a minute, but I’m back. Do you want me to wait for you to be done or can I…”
His lips curled up in that shit-eating grin. “Nah, go ahead babe. Open ‘er up.”
My hand moved of its own accord as I grabbed the beige file and opened it. My mouth dropped open when I saw it was a list of our former foster homes, and the people who abused us when we were kids. “Is this… is this a hit list?”
I swear to God if I could cry, I would have.
“Yes, baby, it’s a hit list. That’s what Skeeter was working on for me. It’s all of them.”
I frantically scanned the page, turning it over, and over again. “Where’s the nunnery? That, that… that group home for girls? Why isn’t it listed?” Something akin to panic began to claw up my spine. They were the worst ones. I hadn’t even told Cam everything about what they’d done to me. I couldn’t even remember everything they did. Most of my life was a gigantic question mark. The only parts I really remembered were bits and pieces and all these later years in this apartment with the love of my life.
His face dropped and he looked at his plate, his fork moving the last piece of steak around, almost shamefully. “There’s no known address… unless you remember where it was… I don’t know how to find it. Skeeter… Skeeter didn’t get any hits. Do you remember any of their names?”
The nunnery. The mere mention of it sent a shiver down my spine, like icy fingers trailing along my skin. Memories clawed at my mind, eager to drag me back into that place. The cot's rough wood still lingered on my fingertips; a cruel reminder of nights spent in agony. Blood, metallic and bitter, filled my mouth from where I bit my lip to stifle screams during those twisted "sessions." In the suffocating silence, sobs and pleas for mercy from other girls echoed hauntingly. Father Christopher's heavy footsteps reverberated through the halls, his silver cross swayed with each step. Sister Anne's chilling touch felt like poison against my skin.
Incense mingled with the stale scent of candles and sweat-soaked sheets, an olfactory cocktail of fear and despair. Every inch of me throbbed with pain from beatings and violations by those who claimed righteousness. Yet amidst the torment, Cam was my anchor. His voice cut through the darkness in my mind even though he was far away, enduring torture of another kind. We endured unspeakable suffering at the hands of those hypocritical zealots who reveled in their debased desires under the guise of piety.
"I remember..." My voice a whisper as I looked at the file again, fear threatening to spill but held back by sheer willpower. "Sister Anne... she stripped me bare once... tied me down..." The words faltered as vivid images flooded back: The cold kiss of steel against my skin... Sister Anne's twisted grin as she sliced open my palm and pressed it onto something hard and warm and slick... The hollow ache of betrayal when Cam wasn't there to shield me from that horror.
“Sister Anne and Father Christopher. That’s all I remember,” I finish numbly. It was true. Those were the names I remembered, but the pain was inflicted by more than one. And Lydia. My roommate.
Cam nodded. “Okay… Did they have last names or…?”
“No, asshole, it’s not like they introduced themselves as Anne Hemmings and Christopher Olson.”
“Is that their last names?”
I rolled my eyes. “No. But. I do vaguely remember where the church was where they sent me. We might have to drive around to find it, but it should be there. It was super special to these fucking assholes. Stood for a hundred years or something. Probably some records of it at City Hall.”
His eyes lit up. “You’re brilliant! We can search old records to find it! Then we can kill them!”
I smiled, a numb chill settling over me. “That sounds wonderful. Thank you for this, baby. We should go kill one of these fucks tonight. What do you say?”
“Mmmm, does tomorrow work? I have a date with a hot brunette tonight…”
I stood, reaching to deck him before he started chuckling. “I’m kidding. You’re the only one I want. I’m hoping killing these fucks off, we can stop with the fuck and kill circle, maybe just skip straight to marry instead.” He grinned as I sucked in a breath. He wants to marry me?
I thought about it. “Yeah. Probably could. Hey, we’re kinda like Bonnie and Clyde, aren’t we?”
“Ummmm, yeah. Something like that.”
Standing, I walked around the table, grabbing him by the hair and yanking his head back. Smashing my mouth to his before rubbing my tits in his face, I bit down on his lip. A groan escaped him.
“You promised to make it up to me. I demand payment.”
He smirked. “My pleasure, Lakey. Always my pleasure.” Cam stood, pushing me off him before grabbing me and lifting me. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me to the couch. “Bend over.”
I obeyed, standing on the floor and bending at the hips until my hamstrings ached.
“Such a pretty pussy, Lakes. Not even wearing underwear. Naughty, naughty girl. You know what? After I fuck you and you’re full of my cum, maybe we can go on a hunt. Would you like that, baby?”
The thought sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core. I whimpered in response.
“Words, baby, words.”
“Y-yes. Yes, I’d like that.” I wiggled my ass, desperate for him to touch me. To fuck me. Goddamn, to do anything to get rid of the throbbing.
His hand came down hard on my ass cheek. “But there’s a catch.”
“What? What catch?” I was getting irritated at my lack of being full of dick. And now he wanted to play games.
“You’re not gonna wear underwear while we do it.”
Oh God. This man was gonna be the death of me. “Fine. Can you fuck me now?”
A dark laugh escaped him as he smacked my ass once more. “You’ll take what I give you, little one.”
“Oh, fuck me.” I muttered. My irritation turned into desire as his face came down to lick at my clit. “Oh yeah, fuck, right there.”
Grinding my hips back on his mouth, I took what he gave until my legs started trembling. So close. So fucking close, just a little more…
And then he stopped. I was about to berate him when I heard his zip and his pants falling with a light thud to the ground. I waited impatiently until I felt the tip of his cock pushing against my entrance.
“You want this, Lakey?” He teased, rubbing his cockhead over my pussy.
Groaning, I tried to back up onto it, but he moved just at the last second. “FUCK, fine. YES. I want it. Now. Give. It. To. Me.”
He thrust in, one hard stroke and he was balls deep, making my toes curl in delight. Yes, oh God, yes. This is what I needed. His cock was a balm to my thirsty pussy, and I knew I’d be sore tomorrow, but oh, the sweet ecstasy.
“So fucking tight, baby.” Pulling out with a wet pop, he slapped my ass cheek once more before sliding back in slowly. “You sure you can take it?”
“Yes, fuck me like you hate me. I know you want to.” His cock was so big, it always hurt, but more so when he didn’t warm me up. Though, the pain was all part of the pleasure, and the stretch burned until it soothed into a nice ache.
He growled in response, his hands gripping my hips as he started pounding into me with wild abandon. The couch rattled against the wall as our moans filled the room. I gripped the cushions tighter as my climax neared.
“Come on, babe, I want you to cum.” Cam's voice was gritty with lust.
That was all it took, and stars exploded behind my eyelids. He grabbed my hair, yanking hard until I was flush against him, my legs almost giving out from under me.
“Say my name, Lakey. Tell the world who just made you cum like that.”
“Cam, fuck, do it again. Cam, please.” I was begging, but I didn’t care. I wanted more. He consumed me. His darkness met my own in a way no one’s ever had.
My other half. The match to my flame. The only good left in me.
He increased his pace, his cock pistoning in and out of me while his hand found its mark, rubbing my clit hard. His free hand wrapped around my neck, squeezing until I was breathing in small pants. My head started to float and black splotches clouded my vision just as a wave of pleasure tore through my body, ricocheting through me, forcing me to collapse forward onto the couch. He released my neck and grabbed my hips, driving himself home before dumping his cum deep inside me.
His cock twitched as his balls emptied. I loved the sensation of pieces of him staying inside me, living inside my body. I wanted to plug my pussy and keep it there, but instead he slowly pulled out, a wet pop sounding as he slid free.
“Such a good girl. You're all mine, Lakey. Every curve, every fear, every taste of you. It’s all mine. My sweet angel of darkness.” Cam said, his voice rough as he tucked his softening cock back into his pants and zipped up his jeans.
He scooped me into his arms, assessing my neck. “You’ll have some bruises. Sorry baby.”
“Mmm, I don’t mind. My personal necklace, and handmade by you. It’s the best gift I could ask for. Aside from more of those orgasms, and of course my early birthday present. Hard to top a personalized hit list.”
“Yeah, you’re right. Fuck, you’re so sexy. I love you, baby girl.”
I leaned up, kissing his lips gently, “I love you too.”
He set me down and stood before grabbing our empty wine glasses, placing them in the sink before washing his hands. “I need a smoke. Coming?”
“Yeah, I just need to get changed,” I said.
“Nu uh uh. Remember the deal?”
“You really want me to kill someone with my tits out? Really Cam?”
“Yeah, you right. You can put a shirt on, but the underwear stays off, just change into leggings or whatever the fuck those things are called. Tights. I dunno. I just wanna see you all wet.” He grabbed his pack of smokes.
“You’re a sick fuck, you know that right?” I smiled, forcing my legs to move towards the bedroom to grab some proper killing clothes.
“Yeah, but I’m your sick fuck.”