Chapter 8
Chapter eight
Jackson
My first kill was based on nothing more than spite.
My brother’s star witness testified against me in the trial.
He looked me right in the eyes and put on an act that won the whole courtroom over.
He was brave; they said. A true inspiration.
So, when the fucker landed himself in the county jail on a DUI charge, little did he know I was still there, waiting for a permanent placement.
Killing him was easy. All it took was my hands around his throat.
He wiggled and struggled until his neck turned a mixture of blue and purple.
I wanted to see him suffer and beg. Plead with me.
I wanted him to know that being responsible for my sentence wasn’t brave.
And as I watched the life leave him, I felt nothing. I haven’t since that day until now.
Madelyn cries out, the sound echoes against the walls, as I continue to pump into her cunt.
Her noises break me from my innermost thoughts and allow me to put my focus back on her.
She is losing the ability to hold steady in this position.
My arms hold her up, which allows her arms to dangle, but I can feel her slipping. I should stop, but I won’t. Not yet.
Leaving the water running, I step out of the shower with her wrapped around me.
A short whimper comes from her mouth, and with it, I am left with an intense need to hear it again.
Water drips onto the floor as I carry her to the bed and position her on her hands and knees.
To my surprise, she doesn’t fight me and doesn’t say a word.
But she doesn’t have to for me to know she’s completely spent.
I place myself behind her while stroking my cock.
The shadows of the night give me glimpses of her back and ass.
The curves on her will be something I will miss.
With my free hand, I rake my fingers down her spine and over her vertebrae and wonder just how well she will bend and break when I have to dispose of her.
She shivers then, perhaps a sign of her premonition.
When my hand reaches her ass, I cup it and push my cock back into her pussy.
Her body bucks from the impact and she lets out another whimper.
There it is. The sweet sound of pain and pleasure.
Of wanting something to stop but never actually meaning it.
I spread her legs more with my thighs; the change allowing me to plunge deeper.
“You deserve better, little fire,” I whisper.
My thrusts continue until my vision becomes blurry.
Everything that’s happened. All the betrayals.
My anger. My disgust. Even my insanity is seeping out of me like an open wound, and this girl is getting the blunt of it all.
I glance down at her, at the fucking body that’s taking my abuse, to find her shuddering at my impacts.
My cock twitches at the sight, and I unload in her.
Having an orgasm should make me feel better, but in reality, I know the fun has ended.
I’ve got to kill her. Should have already, but I’ve been selfish in keeping her around way past expiration.
I pull out and she drops all the way down on the bed in a haze.
Both hands go around her neck as I decide the quickest death would be a clean break.
Her cuffed hand follows mine, but she doesn’t fight it.
She doesn’t pull away. Instead, her fingers graze against the top of my skin, and in a faint whisper she says, “Help me kill my stepfather.”
“And why would I do that?” My hands remain planted. The last thing I need is another problem to add to her.
“It’s my dying wish,” she says, eyes tearing, while slowly maneuvering out of my hands.
I grip her harder, slowly squeezing her neck, and she stops moving. “Your wishes are irrelevant.”
“He’s rich. Get ransom for me and then kill us both. I just want him dead, and you get to keep the money,” she answers while struggling to breathe.
“Don’t fuck with me, little fire. If I wanted to get his money, I could just tell him I’ve got you. There’s no need for you to be alive,” I reply, tone deadpan, but I loosen my hold slightly.
“My stepfather is a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them.
” She lets out a strained breath. “You need a plan and me breathing.” Her cuffed hand pulls against the chain as I watch her struggle against my hold.
Heat flushes my chest and rises to my neck, making sweat form there.
This girl knows how to play me, but she is right in one simple truth.
Aside from revenge, money is exactly what I need.
It will help me stay in hiding after all this is done.
I let go of her neck and watch as she coughs and sputters to regain control of her lungs.
“Tell me. How much money do you think you are worth?”