Chapter 12
FIONA
Standing outside of the apartment I’d hid in with Brett, I’m overwhelmed by hurt feelings.
So many things happened here.
I would have fallen apart the night the dead came into the city if it weren’t for him.
Somehow, amid chaos, he got me to safety, finding an apartment a few floors above ground level that wasn’t occupied.
We hid for days, and when he finally went outside to see if it was safe, he insisted I stay inside.
He made me feel special, and I suppose that in the beginning, I was. Somehow, over time, his feelings for me changed and I went from being his girlfriend to being a commodity.
For a while, it was charming. It felt like we were the only two people left at the end of the world. Occasionally, I’d see someone from the window, but Brett told me it was too dangerous to make friends. That they’d want to take what we’d had. Which was me.
And I believed him, for it was undoubtedly true.
He went out scavenging for food on his own while I kept our place as clean as I could. At some point, he met up with other people, and eventually, he sold me. For what, I do not know.
“You ready?” Hunter asks, his expression unreadable.
“Yeah.”
“Remember, ten steps behind.”
“How could I forget?”
I follow him into the building, and up the familiar stairs to the place I once dwelt. For a moment, I’m paralyzed, unable to move, but after the anxiety abates, a calmness washes over me.
I’m in control of this situation. We’re here at my request.
And the horrors that are to be inflicted on my ex are at my demand.
Hunter stops at the entrance to the apartment. I hold back on the stairs, knowing that the moment I stop obeying his orders, he’ll bring me home.
And as scared as I am by all of this, I have no intention of turning away. There’s a dark feeling growing inside me I have no desire to quell.
“I’m going in,” Hunter says, his voice low. “I want you to stay here until I call to you. You got that?”
I nod my head, because I’m so damn eager to get revenge.
He slams the butt of his rifle down on the doorknob and rushes into the apartment. Bile fills my throat as worry takes hold. Brett isn’t nearly as strong or muscular as Hunter, but it’s possible he could somehow get the upper hand.
Please let my dark Hunter be okay. I don’t think I can go on without him.
An odd emotion prickles me, slowly seeping in but not letting itself be fully known.
It feels familiar. Like a shadow from my past.
Focus. A lot can happen when you’re out committing murder, I remind myself.
Just when I feel as though my heart is going to beat straight out of my chest, Hunter pokes his head out of the apartment. “Come on in.”
The first thing I see is blood splattered across the room. The second is Brett’s battered face.
He’s seated in a chair, but there’s nothing restraining him. His head is bent forward, dripping blood onto the floor.
“Should I work slowly?” Hunter asks.
“Yes…”
“Take a seat.” Hunter gestures to the couch.
Brett comes to his senses and tries to get up, but Hunter pushes him down and binds him to the chair.
“What the fuck, man—” His eyes lock on mine. “Fiona?”
“Long time no see, you stupid piece of shit.”
“Wh-what’s going on?”
“My new boyfriend is going to torture you,” I say. Hunter does nothing to indicate his feelings towards the word ‘boyfriend,’ but it feels good to say it out loud.
Is that what he is to me, though? Is it what I want him to be?
“Don’t do this, Fifi,” Brett pleads.
“Don’t you ever call me that again! After what you did to me, your punishment is well earned.”
“You would have starved if I hadn’t.”
“Doesn’t look like you did.”
Hunter cuts in with, “Would it please you if I took out his tongue?”
“Yes.”
“No!” Brett’s eyes grow wide with panic. “No—”
Hunter reaches into his mouth and pulls out his tongue.
I enjoy every moment of my ex’s fear.
Hunter slices Brett’s tongue off slowly, freeing me in some small way.
For the next hour, I watch Hunter as he works, taking in every painful groan emitted from Brett’s bastard mouth. I’m surprised by the rush of excitement I get with every slice of flesh. At the absolute euphoria I feel from my ex’s suffering.
“I’ll be done soon,” Hunter says as he looks down at his work. His beautiful judgment.
I can see the fear in my ex’s bulging eyes. The sheer terror.
Hunter holds the knife out to me. “Would you like to help?”
For a long moment, I consider his offer, deciding against it. “Not, but I want you to fuck me. Like before.”
Hunter’s eyes shift between Brett and me. “Are you sure?”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t.”
HUNTER
Nothing has ever felt as good as Fiona.
Not my first kill.
Nor my last.
What we have together is explosive, and if we’re not careful, it could destroy us both.
Fiona gets into a doggy style position in front of Brett and wags her curvy ass at me.
Deep down, I know that what I’m doing is wrong. I’ve changed her in a way that’s so profound, she’ll never go back to what she was. She’ll forever be tainted by my presence in her life.
And the further she falls from grace, the greater I’m enamored with her. She couldn’t be more perfect. If she were some sweet, innocent thing, I wouldn’t want her. I’m enthralled by her scars and dark burdens.
By making her mine, I’ve transformed her, and she’ll forever bear my mark. Together, we’ll do unspeakable acts. We’ll rid the world of the taint left behind from mankind, leaving no safe havens for the Bretts, Gunthers, and Caspians of the world.
“Hurry,” Fiona urges. She’s glaring bitter hatred at Brett, who has just reached the precipice of his pain.
Still, he knows what’s happening to him. The method I use ensures he’ll remain conscious until almost the very moment he dies.
And as the light fades from his eyes, it will be Fiona he sees.
Because there are no lids to shield us from view.
I take my position behind Fiona and pull out my cock. It’s already rock hard and leaking pre-cum. I only hope I can last long enough to satisfy my dark lady.
As I rub it along Fiona’s slit, she taunts Brett.
“You see this, you filthy piece of shit?” She grabs his thigh, which is sliced from his pelvis to his knee. “You did this!”
I grab a handful of her red hair and pull her head back as I push into her entrance hard and fast, owning her.
She takes it.
Every inch.
“How does it feel being dick-less, you stupid fuck!” Fiona seethes.
Brett gags, blood spurting from his mouth. She loved him once in a way she’ll never love me. Those feelings are beyond us now. We’re broken. Utterly destroyed.
Brett’s pain doesn’t deter Fiona. Not in the slightest. Instead of recoiling as he gasps, she presses her ass back, urging me to hasten.
Like she was made for me.
I thrust into her, again and again, enjoying the small cries of pleasure that escape her lips. I want more of them. I want a chorus of Fiona’s lust to fill my ears.
I slide my hand between her thighs and pet her clit. Her back arches like a cat in heat. I love how into it she is. How Brett is right fucking there, terrified, life fading from his body, and she still wants to be fucked.
“I’m close,” Fiona gasps, raking her nails down Brett’s tortured body.
His head lulls to the side. At this point, I’m pretty sure he can’t hear us. Knowing that his last moments were experiencing Fiona’s pleasure while he bled out gives me great satisfaction.
“Harder,” Fiona whines. “I need it. I need it so badly.”
I surge into her, driving as far back as I can go, relishing the feeling of her pretty pussy choking my dick. She moves against me, colliding violently with every thrust until she throws her head back and screams.
She comes with an intensity I’ve never seen before, bucking and crying and swearing words that have no meaning.
Heat surges through me, driving me to madness. Fuck, if I don’t calm, I’ll hurt her. I’ll fucking destroy her.
Unable to hold back, I come, draining into her with a force that threatens to rip me apart.
When the spasms subside, my crippled soul pulls itself together and I vacate her cunt, enjoying the sticky string of cum that leaves us connected for the briefest of moments.
Fuck—I needed this. I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed torturing anyone so thoroughly.
Then, it hits me.
This wasn’t about torture.
At no time while I was fucking Fiona, did I give any meaningful thought to Brett. Her reaction to him was on my mind, but not him.
His suffering was never a part of my pleasure.
And that scares me.
Fiona seats herself on the floor and looks up at me. “You really delivered on your promise,”
“Did you ever doubt me?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. You were getting…flighty.”
I reply with a truth followed by a lie. “I wanted to make sure you understood what I was doing, and I didn’t want you to ruin my own pleasure.”
“Did I?”
“Did you, what?”
“Ruin it for you?”
“Yes.” It’s the truth because I’ll never feel the same way again. What pleasure I took before is gone, replaced with desires that are so foreign, I don’t know what to make of them.
Fiona frowns, which causes confusing feelings to stir.
“I guess we should go.” She looks around the dimly lit room. “There’s nothing here for us.”
A sudden urge to take her in my arms overwhelms me, but I maintain my poise. This doesn’t need to get any more confusing than it already is.
“Is there anything you care to take with you?”
“No. I got what I came here for, and so long as I live, I never wish to see this apartment again.”