Chapter 20
Jayce
That anger I’d felt about our situation quickly morphed into a raging sort of possessiveness after my visit to Mike’s house. Behind my eyes, I saw his lips on hers at that party. Maybe he didn’t deserve to have lips anymore.
Yeah, Alana was gonna have to take this rage from me. And I had some ideas.
I’d taken a day to chill out so that I wouldn’t feel too crazy. Now, it was Saturday, which meant she got a good night’s sleep and was probably relaxing. It had been a whole week since she’d seen me. It was midnight, but her light was on in her bedroom. Perfect.
After I got inside, I left the door open. I dropped my backpack on the floor with a thud. There was a sound from the room, then her door closed.
“Did you miss me?” I called.
It was funny that she thought she could lock herself in there. The window was too high for her to jump without injuring herself. Really, she’d just cornered herself, which made this more fun.
Standing in front of the door, I courteously knocked. There was movement on the other side and I wondered what she was doing. Maybe trying to fashion a weapon. The thought of her drawing my blood this time made my cock half hard as I waited.
“Hey, clever girl,” I drawled, leaning against the doorframe. “The longer you keep me out, the harder I fuck you when I get in.”
There was a whimper from the other side that succeeded in bringing my cock the rest of the way into the conversation. Tapping my fingers on the wood, I hummed a Sleep Token song that I knew she liked. By the time I finished, the door was still closed, so I backed up, raised my foot and slammed it against it.
She screamed and threw something toward me. “Stay the fuck away from me!”
Reaching through the hole I’d made, I unlocked the door and stepped inside. She was pressed back against the window with her palms against the glass. In her shorts, I imagined someone would have a nice view of her ass from outside.
“Hey, gorgeous. You made me wait so long that I’m starving.” I looked down at the front of my jeans where my cock was obviously hard. Her breaths quickened as she frantically shook her head. “Want to make a deal?”
“Leave me alone.”
“I have some plans for you tonight that you may not like, but if you can shake me, I’ll let you out of it. Until next weekend.”
“That’s not a good deal.”
“It might be if I’m in a better mood then. Aren’t you going to ask why I’m grumpy?”
She shook her head. In three large strides, I made it over to her. When she darted to the side, I grabbed onto her hair and threw her back against the wall, making sure not to hit her head.
“It doesn’t really matter,” I continued. “You could probably make it better by kissing me or running your fingers through my hair. I wouldn’t say no to those pretty lips on my cock either, but we both know you won’t do that.”
“Not willingly,” she whispered.
I smiled to myself. “You’re learning. Here’s what we’ll do. I’m going to give you a sixty second head start. That’s generous of me. If I haven’t caught you after an hour, I’ll go home for the night.”
“I… You want me to run?”
“More specifically, I want to chase you like you’re a frightened little fox.”
“No.”
With a shrug, I grabbed her ass and lifted her. She struck out at me, managing to hit me in the side of the head. She tried to get her hands inside my hood to remove the mask, but I deposited her on the bed and pinned her wrists.
“Okay!” she shouted. “I’ll run. Please, I’ll run.”
“Sixty,” I said, lifting off of her. “Fifty-nine.”
She scrambled off the bed and rushed into her closet. She’d sacrificed some time to get her shoes on, which was clever. Most people wouldn’t think of it in their panic. I sat on the bed, counting down the rest of the way in my head. I saw her climb into her car and slam the door. Unluckily for her, I had her spark plugs in my backpack.
When I made it down the stairs, she was just getting out of the car. Her eyes landed on me and she froze. I stopped and cocked my head, waiting for her move.
She bolted. When she headed for another building, I ran after her. Just as she was about to knock on a door, I grabbed her around the waist. She flailed hard enough to make me lose my grip. I followed just behind her, letting her think that she might be able to outpace me. Alana wasn’t a runner and the only reason she’d be able to last any length of time was because of the adrenaline. It wouldn’t save her.
“Help!” she screamed. “Somebody help! He’s gonna hurt me!”
Rolling my eyes, I moved faster and latched an arm around her neck. She tried to dig her nails into my forearm, but the hoodie was thick enough that it didn’t do any good.
“Shut the fuck up or you’ll get somebody killed.”
“Oh, god,” she whimpered.
A light turned on in one of the units, so I picked her up bridal style and pinned her wrists. I took off, making it back to her apartment before anyone came outside. It was a dangerous game, but I knew she’d go for the car first and it got my blood pumping. One day, I’d bring her to the woods where there wasn’t a soul around for miles. That would be a fun hunt, but I’d rather it be after she actually knew who I was so that she wouldn’t hurt herself in her panic.
After shutting the door with my foot, I swiped my backpack off the floor and continued into her bedroom. Her squirming was a pain in the ass and by the time I dropped her on the bed, I felt winded.
Immediately, I grabbed the rope from my bag and started tying her wrists. Some of the fight had gone out of her. Her face was red and her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath. I tied her to the bed frame, then pulled out a leg spreader and clicked the ends into place to lengthen it.
“W-what are you doing?” she asked.
“Whatever I please.”
“Don’t.”
“How else am I supposed to punish you?”
“Punish me? I didn’t do anything.”
She kicked me when I tried to grab her ankle. I shook my head and wrestled it down to the bed. My firm grip made her cry out. Throwing her head back against the pillow, she set her jaw, trying not to cry. I fucking wished she would.
Maybe it was because I needed to own all of it. Jake made her cry, so I had to erase that and become her nightmare. Her dad hurt her, so I would become her pain. She didn’t have to fear anything in this universe so long as I was the greatest threat to her because she’d know that I would also inflict terror on anyone else who dared to threaten her. There was power in that, for me and for her. In a twisted way, it was a sort of trust that couldn’t be rivaled.
Once I’d removed her shorts and secured her legs, I pushed a pillow underneath her so that her pussy was angled upward slightly. Her stomach was shaking with her cries, even though she didn’t release a tear.
If she could see the excitement in my eyes, she’d be crying every tear in her body until there was nothing left. I reached into my backpack and pulled out the tattoo machine. It wasn’t anything fancy, definitely not professional quality, but I wasn’t creating top notch art here.
“N-no,” she said, shaking her head. “Don’t you dare come near me with that thing.”
“I have a question.”
“No fucking questions!”
Her anger made me smirk and I once again wished she could see my face. “Why didn’t you tell your boyfriend about us? Is our relationship so unimportant to you?”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” she snapped.
“Ah, but you knew exactly who I was talking about. Tell me, Alana. Do you want him to be your boyfriend?”
“No.”
“You’ve friend zoned the poor guy, haven’t you? I’ll admit, I was jealous the other day when I saw him all but kiss you. You enjoyed it.”
She turned her head away to ignore me, so I started setting the machine up with black ink. I’d thought about using a localized anesthetic, but I decided against it. I wanted her to feel it and remember.
When it was ready, I looked at her face. She was so beautiful. Part of me wanted to pull her against me and wipe away that tear that had managed to escape, but the other part- the one that had been born twelve years ago and became this twisted, wretched thing- needed this.
Dropping onto my elbows between her legs, I brushed my fingers over her thigh. “Do you love him?”
Her gaze snapped back to me. “It’s none of your business.”
“Sure, it is. It’s the reason I’m here right now, punishing you. You won’t give him what he wants, though, so it’s not a big deal. The teacher, on the other hand, is a fucking problem.”
“Fuck you.” She watched me bring the tattoo machine toward her with fearful eyes. “W-where are you gonna put it?”
“Just your thigh. Relax and close your eyes. It’ll be easier.”
She did as I asked. The fact that she was submitting to me already was just beautiful. She was smart enough to see that she was stuck here at my mercy. And she knew that fighting me only made things worse.
The buzz of the machine made her flinch. I gripped her thigh tightly, laughing a little at how tense she was. Trailing my hand further up, I spread her labia and brushed my thumb across her clit. She sucked in a sharp breath, but she didn’t look down at me. Acquiescence at its finest.
I swiped a cotton ball with alcohol over the area and she grunted. “What are you doing?”
“Maybe I want to pleasure you first.”
“What is that?”
Before she got freaked out enough to look, I pressed the needles just above her clit. Knowing she would lose her absolute shit, I pulled back quickly, just before she screamed and bucked her hips.
“What the fuck are you doing!” she shrieked.
“Jesus. Shut up and take a nap.”
“Take a nap? Are you fucking insane?”
“After everything I’ve done so far, do you have to ask that?”
She stared at me with an impressive amount of anger on her face. I cocked my head, then looked down and brought the machine closer.
“No!” she shouted.
“If you move, it’s going to hurt a hell of a lot worse. You’re not getting out of this, no matter what you do, and if you keep screaming, I’ll just fuck your throat until it’s too hoarse to make a sound. What’ll it be?”
“God,” she groaned. Her hands thrashed desperately, to no avail. After a few shuddering breaths, she dropped her head back. “Please just don’t.”
Parting her lips with two fingers, I touched her with the needles again. Another scream tore from her throat and it was clear she was trying to stay still, but she kept writhing.
“Please,” she cried. “Drug me or something. Fuck, please.”
Ignoring her, I continued. I had to move back often because of her shaking, but eventually, she settled into a constant state of trembling. She was sobbing the entire time. Little hiccups started to punctuate every breath.
“Almost done,” I told her.
The needles were at the very top of her clit and her wails picked up again. “I… h-hate… y-you.”
“I know, baby. We’ll get through that.”
When I finished the final line, I wiped away the blood, which drew another cry from her.
“That was the worst part. Apparently, the healing isn’t all that bad.”
She squeezed her eyes shut. I moved up the bed and brushed my thumbs over her cheeks. They were sticky with fresh and old tears, making some of her hair stick to her face. I pushed it back, then ran my hands down to her jaw.
Fuck, I wanted to kiss her.
Well, her hands were bound. While she wasn’t looking, I brought the mask up just enough to uncover my mouth. My lips pressed against hers softly and she immediately started to thrash. I gripped her jaw to keep her in place until she settled.
“Kiss me and I’ll leave.”
“Do you promise?” she whispered.
“If you kiss me like you’d kiss him, I promise I’ll leave.”
She tugged on the restraints to help her arch upward. This time, she stayed still when my lips moved against hers. The tension was obvious, but I didn’t care. For this moment, I wanted to pretend. This was what every part of me had been desperate for since I was fourteen. It was a long fucking time to wait for a kiss from the girl of your dreams. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t actually kissing me or that she hated every second of it. I’d been living in delusion for twelve years. This was easy.
Until I pulled away.
With my mask situated again, I looked down at her. She was staring at the window, completely checked out from the present.
“I’ll give you a week,” I said as I gathered my stuff.
“For what?” Her voice was hoarse and weak from her crying. If I was Jayce right now, I’d make her some tea and give her all the after care anyone could ever need.
“Before I come back to play with your pussy.”
“I won’t fucking be here.”
“Hm.”
I pulled out my phone. Before I came here, I took the case off so that she wouldn’t recognize it. I navigated to my gallery, then turned it around. Her eyes widened when she saw the picture of Jayce- me- in the garden. I scrolled, showing her one taken through my window while I read in bed.
“You’ll be where I want you to be. If not…”
She tugged fiercely on her restraints. “You can’t just take over my life.”
“Yet I have. Weren’t you listening before? I own you, Alana. Just look at your pussy.”
She blinked a few times, then looked down. “Untie me.”
“You’ll figure it out.”
Slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I walked out the door. She was still yelling after me when I entered the breezeway. Her voice was cracking and I knew that if she kept it up, she’d lose it. Imagine all the things I could do to her if she could no longer scream.
She deserved all of me, though. I wasn’t just the monster who stalked her, nor was I only the best friend who comforted and cared for her. I’d hurt her tonight and from the way she looked, I knew she needed someone to care for her before Erebus came back. She could break, but I needed it to be a clean break, otherwise she couldn’t heal right.