Obsession
Mentally, I’ve been a mess since our night together. She’s all I can think about. The perfect body of hers and the way she moves her hips are something I will never be able to forget. My pants get tighter at the thought.
Her melodic sounds replay over and over again in my mind. Fuck. I wish I had recorded the way she said my name when she came on my dick. I would play back the harmonies we made together so that everything else was tuned out and her moans were all I could hear.
Many text messages from Lee about upcoming podcast episodes have been overlooked.
Thalia has clouded my mind and pushed out any information I had on the past serial killers of Manhattan.
She’s my main focus now. My work ethic, as my boss would describe it, has gone “out the window.” If he only knew what I had been up to.
My stare only worsens as she wipes down the bar.
The outline of her tits looks amazing pressed against the black surface.
What I wouldn’t do to have those perfect tits in my face as fuck her in front of her co-workers.
I adjust my dick in my black sweatpants at the thought of claiming what’s mine.
Memories of the night we spent together plague me.
Missing her and her body so fucking much is almost physically painful.
I observe Thalia, Janice, and Jace walk through the front door.
The three of them have their ritualistic goodbyes, all of which I notice from afar.
Thalia and Jace go in for a long hug, and when they’re finally finished, Thalia walks on the narrow sidewalk towards her apartment while Janice waves down a cab.
This night is different.
Janice waves to Jace and climbs into her cab alone, and Jace makes his way around to the back of the bar. Interesting. Instead of following my little crime solver, someone else has caught my attention.
I fidget with my keys in my pocket and contemplate my next move.
I would love to watch my listener from the perfect view outside of her apartment windows, her sheer curtains painting her body in an immaculate silhouette.
There is something about gawking up at her as she undresses from a distance that drives me fucking insane .
On the other hand, the odd way Jace is acting just feels…
off. Fuck it. I’ll be back tomorrow to drool over her body.
I get out of my car and carefully shut the door behind me, making sure I don’t create an echo loud enough for Jace to hear. Allowing myself to walk close behind to see the outline of his figure, I am sure to stay far enough back that I can still hide in the shadows.
I catch up to him, spotting him standing under a single lamp post at the other end of the alley. In the same alley, I killed the asshole who tried to touch Thalia. No one fucking learns, do they?
My shadow stands in a spot that is far enough of a distance away where he can’t see me, but where I am able to get a perfect view of him . I zero in on his hands, scrolling through his phone. He puts his phone against his ear and suspiciously looks around the area he thinks is empty.
Jace stands in the same spot for several minutes, shivering with his hand in his pockets.
His head raises when he notices a black car with tinted windows drive by slowly before stopping altogether.
He reluctantly walks up to the mystery car and taps on the blacked-out windows.
He continues to look around, raising my suspicion even more.
Slowly, I walk closer, while still staying in the darkness of the alley.
“Yeah, just the one bag today.” His body continues to shiver under the light.
His eyes avert to his surroundings and then back down to the car.
The mysterious driver takes his money and exchanges it for a small sandwich bag of white powder.
He stuffs the small bag into the pocket of his light denim jacket and nods to the man in the passenger seat.
Is that fucking cocaine?! Absolutely fucking not. There is no way he is bringing that shit around Thalia. If he gets caught with that, that’s his fucking problem. If he got caught with Thalia around, that’s another fucking story. There is no way I am visiting my girl in jail.
After watching the car drive further away, Jace takes out the tiny bag and examines the contaminants.
He moves it around in a way a scientist would to get a better view of the contents in a test tube.
He shoves it back in his pocket and heads on his way into the dark and empty alley.
I follow far behind, shaking my head at his dumb fucking choices.
Damn, it’s cold outside.
I grip my coat closed across my chest as much as I can.
The frigid wind is a bitch even when I walk through the alley between The Neon Rose and the small boutique that you see those little old ladies go into from time to time.
It’s kind of an interesting spot to put a clothing store, next to a bar.
But what the hell, everyone is looking for a dollar these days.
Maybe they thought they would get more business in this part of town.
It’s weird walking through this alley. It seems so much colder than it did before the night of the murder of the guy with the dumbass neck tattoos.
The small space sends a whole feeling of uneasiness through me.
I stop myself before I reach the dark green dumpster just a few feet ahead of me.
That’s where they found him . God, I would’ve hated to be him that night.
Quickly, I turn around at the sound of footsteps against the wet concrete behind me. Fuck no. I need to get the hell out of here. I do my best to try to make my way around the dumpster before whoever or whatever the hell is behind me catches up.
“Jace, right?” I hear just a few feet behind me. Fuck.
“Uhh, who the fuck is asking?” I ask with my hands on my hips. How does this fucker know who the hell I am, and why did he follow me?
“Sorry,” I hear laughter in his tone. “I’m Alan, Lee’s friend. You remember, don't you? I left with Thalia the other night.” He pulls down his black hood and walks closer. Why is he here so late? Isn’t it a little bit weird to just be walking around here at this time of night?
“Sorry, I thought I saw you walking around back. Just making sure everything is okay.” He takes another step.
“I’m fine.” I laugh nervously. “Just about to hail a cab home.” I stuff my hands into my pockets and turn towards the sidewalk. It’s getting late, and I need to take this shit home before I get caught with it. I cannot go to jail.
“Nonsense, I can take you home.” Alan continues to close the distance between us. “My car is just across the street.” He points at his silver Lexus. Rich motherfucker.
“No, that’s okay. I don’t mind waiting.” Bitch, I don’t know you. I walk closer to the curb, trying to create distance between us.
“You sure?” He asks, still trying to close in the space. “I could save you a few bucks.” Damn, he’s got a point. No, Jace. This is how you get murdered.
“No, I’m good.” I turn to face the road.
“Please, I insist.”
I must have blacked out because now I am God knows where, and my head hurts like a fucking bitch.
My eyelids slowly flutter open, and the pounding in my head gets worse every time I turn my head.
I try to move my body, but my wrists are tied together behind my back.
What the fuck? Are these zip ties? I‘m tied to what feels like one of those metal folding chairs, and each ankle is tied to the front legs of the chair.
My blurry vision comes in spots. I can barely tell what's in front of me, and I’m blinded by a bright lamp. Between blinks, bits and pieces of the room become clear.
The room is cold and mostly empty, but whoever the fuck tied me up put me in front of some kind of metal shelf.
I squint to try to make out the items on separate rows.
Each one has someone’s name next to it on an index card.
What the hell? Is that a jar of… eyes? This is some kind of fucked up Saw shit. I need to get out of here.
Through my pounding headache , I look around the room, the best I can, to come up with a plan to escape. I subtly move my body to try to get a look at every angle. The metal chair creaks from under me. Shit.
“Jace. You’re awake.” I hear his voice behind me.
His tone is different from the last few times I had seen him at the bar.
It’s more menacing, and it sends an uncomfortable shiver down my spine.
He’s sitting in a metal chair of his own.
How long have I been here? How long has he sat there just studying me?
What the hell was he doing while he was waiting for me to regain consciousness?
I move my whole head to watch Alan get up from his seat and kneel in front of me.
He has that fucking metal bar in his large hands.
Where did he get that? His green eyes look into mine, and he smirks.
Fucking smirks. Bitch, is this funny to you?
“Yeah. You mind telling me what the fuck this is all about?” I give a small laugh and look down at the chair I’m tied to. Try to act cool, Jace. He has a metal bar in his hand.
“Oh, that.” He smiles. “Just a precaution, really.”
“Precaution? For what, may I ask?” I raise my voice.
“Well, for me,” he pauses, “yourself… and well, Thalia.” He takes the metal bar and passes it between his hands.
“Thalia? What the fuck does she have to do with all of this?”
“It has everything to do with Thalia. All of this does.” He uses the potential weapon in his hand as he motions to the room around them. This fucker is crazy.
“Okay, what does it have to do with me?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.