Chapter 17 Past
The loud crinkling of a plastic wrapper filled the air as Marco put a condom on. He then popped open the bottle of lube Mom had given him, and spread my cheeks further.
I gritted my teeth when he dripped a thin line of ice-cold lube over my hole, and closed my eyes when he circled the crown of his semi-hard cock over it.
Wait – I had to wait until I did something. I needed Marco to be taken off guard, because if he wasn’t distracted enough, then there was a strong chance he’d take me down before I could do any proper damage.
And so, I had to endure a little – just enough to stay true to what I had in mind.
Marco hadn’t even waited for me to say yes to his question before prepping me for himself. Again, I wasn’t surprised. Men like him didn’t really ask for permission; they simply took whatever they wanted.
“Ready or not, here I come, my toy,” Marco announced, right before pushing his cock inside me in a single thrust.
My body jolted forward, and I clenched my jaw, along with my fists, when his action caused a burning pain in my hole.
“My God, you are so fucking tight,” Marco hissed, then pulled out before thrusting into me again. “And you take my cock so well, my toy.” He started a rough rhythm, and with each push and pull, the pain intensified, along with the sting in my eyes.
Fuck, it hurt. It hurt so damn much.
I glanced at my mom, and found her staring at Marco’s movements with parted lips and dilated pupils.
She was turned on, that disgusting woman.
Marco grabbed my waist and started pounding into me, making my body jerk forward.
The pain increased – not only where he was fucking me, but also in my head from being slapped by him.
But still, I let him hurt me; I let Mom stay distracted.
And, using his thrusts to my advantage, I kept shifting my body closer and closer to the side table.
Every time he’d push into me, I’d slide my hands forward, and when I was finally close enough, I grabbed the couch’s armrest and angled my body sideways. Just a little.
“Harder, Master,” I managed to say, much to my mom’s surprise. “Give me all you got.”
“And you think I’m not?” Marco grunted, then doubled his efforts by quickening his pace.
Good.
But that also meant I had to move faster, because in provoking him like that, I’d reduced the time it would take for him to come.
I glanced at my mom again, and found her sneaking a hand under her dress in order to touch herself.
I swallowed and looked away, and when Marco moved inside me again, I stretched forward and grabbed the nail file that was merely a few inches away from me.
My heart was hammering, and the palm in which I held the nail file was starting to get sweaty.
I had to fucking move.
I gripped the metal object in a vise grip, and before I could second-guess my impulses, I twisted my upper body around and shoved the nail file into Marco’s left cheek.
It didn’t go all the way in, of course, and I had to withdraw it as a result, but I managed to puncture his skin nonetheless.
The feeling of flesh tearing open under my assault made a thrill run through my bones, making a smile creep up my face.
Marco screamed – a high-pitched shriek that rang violently in my ears – and pulled out of me before hastily stepping away from me. He covered his now-bleeding cheek with a shaky hand and stared at me in pure shock.
“What the fuck?” he whispered, then yelled, “What the fuck?!”
“You like that, Master?” I said to him – as calmly as I could – then took a step in his direction.
He almost fell in the process of getting away from me, and when I winked at him, he threw open the main door and practically ran out – naked from the waist down, and with his dick hanging limply between his legs.
“Dorran!” came Mom’s voice from behind me, seconds before she grabbed my arm and turned me around to face her.
She was seething, trembling, and, dare I say, the latter reaction seemed to be coming out of fear. Her eyes, dilated only seconds ago, had lost their color and were wide as fucking saucers. Her complexion had paled, and her expression was one of complete horror.
She scanned my face, and what she found there must’ve scared her further, because she let go of my arm and put distance between us.
“Dorran…” My name left her lips in a barely-audible whisper. “What…what’re you…”
I looked at her – really looked. The woman who gave birth to me. The woman who drove my father away. The woman who used me as a convenience to fill her pockets. The woman who hurt me.
The woman who scarred me.
My mother.
“I’ll never forgive you for what you did to me,” I said to her.
“You took what little hope I had left in myself and my damn existence, and burned it on the fucking pier. You broke me in ways I can’t even begin to list on hand.
” I swallowed. “You repulse me, Mom, and I thought that you should know as much.”
“Dor–” She stopped, and her eyes widened further when I stabbed the nail file into her jugular.
A faint spray of blood splashed over my fingers, and its warmth drove something inside me. It ignited me, in a way.
Mom began clawing at my wrist, but her attempt was feeble, at best.
I pulled the filer out, relishing the slickness of blood coating its length, and swiftly pushed it into the wound again.
She sucked in a breath and stumbled, so I pulled the nail file out and shoved her shoulder.
She fell to the floor, but not before the back of her head knocked against the small table, resulting in condoms and a couple bottles of lube to fall over.
I tilted my head and watched her as she writhed in pain – her gaze fixed on me. A small pool of blood had started to form on the floor next to her, and its potent smell all but tingled my senses.
I smiled again, and put a foot on either side of her helpless body before straddling her.
I sat on my heels and continued to watch her, but she made a weak attempt to move away from me, and that didn’t bode well with me.
“Seriously?” I mused, and chuckled when she tried to get away again.
“For how diabolical I thought you were, you’re being one hell of a stupid cunt right now,” I told her.
She made a sound – somewhere between a sob and a scream – making me roll my eyes.
“Didn’t think I had it in me, did you?” I said, and then looked at the bloody nail file in my grasp.
“Well, you should have thought about the consequences of your blatant cruelty before treating me like complete trash.” I twisted the filer this way and that, and when a few thick drops of red dripped down to my fingers, I brought my hand over to my lips and licked my palm.
The smell, paired with the iron-and-salt taste of warm blood, hit me all at once, resulting in heat to rise in my neck and chest.
Mom made another sound – this one resembling something close to a gag.
I grinned at her as I rose on my knees. “I’ve gone rogue, Mommy,” I said to her, then leaned over her in order to bring my face close to hers. “Wanna beat the defiance out of me this time as well? Or would you like to have me raped by random men again, just to fulfill some sick fetish of yours?”
Her lips trembled as she stared up at me, and a few tears slipped down her temples.
I have to admit: I was surprised to see them. In all my sixteen years of existence, I’d never seen the woman cry. Not once. So, to watch her in the state she was in, was a new experience. One I wish I could capture, but alas, I couldn’t.
“You know, I would love to drag this one-on-one thing we’ve got going,” I told her, “but I’m absolutely done watching you breathe.
Because every breath you’re taking right now is grating on my nerves.
” I canted my head and winked at her. “Time’s up, Mommy.
May you rest in fucking hell.” I pulled my hand back, and then brought it forward, stabbing the nail file into her throat.
Her body arched against mine, and her mouth fell open as she choked on a scream.
I twisted the filer into her throat, appreciating the way her skin broke under my command; how her eyes started to turn glassy.
She thrashed under me, so I stabbed her in the same spot again, and again, and again. Each time I did it, the wound in her throat widened. Tiny lumps of her flesh stuck to my blood-drenched hand, but I kept on stabbing. I was in a daze of sorts – one I didn’t wish to come out of.
I don’t know how long I’d been doing it for, but when the sound of sirens hit my ears, I let go of a breath and finally sat back on my heels again.
I stared at Mom’s expressionless face, at her parted lips. At the ghastly opening on her throat, and at the beautiful mess that I’d made.
Mission accomplished.
I was dimly aware that cops were outside the house – most definitely as a result of Marco having called them and told them what I’d done – but I honestly couldn’t give a shit about any of it.
I was so at peace with the view before me, with the realization that she was gone, that I couldn’t help but smile again.
She was really fucking gone.
Gone.
I started laughing, then – truly laughing. I tipped my head back and let my joy be known to the walls around me; to anything and anyone who would witness and listen.
And to think that I’d spent years cowering before her, when I could have simply ended her like I had in that moment.
Man, I was so fucking crazed with happiness. It was a feeling so addicting that I wanted it to take over each and every one of my senses.
Footsteps sounded from behind me, putting an end to my brief moment of elation. They were more in number at first, but soon reduced to a single pair.
Momentary silence took over, probably to get a quick study on my behavior, but then those footsteps resumed their journey.
The hair on the back of my neck stood as I felt a brief presence behind me. It shifted before I could get a glimpse of it, though, resulting in goosebumps to prick my skin.