Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
EMMETT
It's been a week since I last had a taste of my pretty little obsession, and my need for her is growing stronger every day. Her sweet taste, the sounds of her pleasure, I want to drown in it.
Opening my phone, I click the app that’s connected to the hidden cameras in Blair’s room. Similar to any other addiction, I can't go more than a few hours without having my fix of her. My eyes stay glued to the screen as she cleans up her space. She stops in front of the mirror fixing her hair.
What is she doing? Is she getting ready for something?
I switch over to our text thread and send her a message.
Me: What are you doing?
I switch back over to the cameras to see what she's doing. A frown covers my face when I don’t see her on any of the camera angles. She's no longer in her room, so she must have left. I decide to use this time to get out of bed, take care of my hardening cock, and shower. Preferably in that order.
I turn on the water and wait for it to heat up while I strip out of my clothes. Stepping inside of the warm spray, I make quick work of washing myself.
My cock still bobs against my abdomen. Reaching down, I rub my hand harshly down my length when my phone pings with the tell-tale sign of movement coming from Blair’s cameras.
The noise has me dropping my hand and shutting off the water. Getting out, I wrap a towel around my waist and grab another to start rubbing on my damp hair while picking up my phone to see what she’s doing.
I pull up the app, ready to see my little obsession again when my spine stiffens and my fist starts to clench around my phone.
Blair is walking around her room gathering textbooks and supplies and placing them at the desk, but that's not what has red seeping into the corners of my vision. No . It's the guy that trails into the room behind her, Braxton . As she walks out of the room, he stares at her ass, not even trying to be sneaky about it in the slightest.
Surprised my phone hasn't snapped with the grip my fist has on it, I go back to our messages and see she hasn't even looked at the last one I sent. Letting out an annoyed huff, I go back to the cameras and set it up so I can watch as I get dressed.
Blair walks back into her room with a soft smile on her face. My blood boils knowing I can’t just reach into the screen and snap his neck right now. I focus on Blair’s facial expressions and body lan guage to see if she’s really into this douchebag.
Blair sits on the side of the bed while he sits at her neighboring desk, pretending to be interested in whatever business bullshit she's explaining to him. He places his hand on her knee and starts rubbing his thumb back and forth.
Every fiber of my being vibrates with the need to hurt him. I watch as Blair stiffens and wiggles uncomfortably in her spot. My heart pumps harder as I think of all the ways I’m going to inflict pain on him.
He shines that charming smile at her and I watch as Blair pushes out one that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Braxton continues to caress her knee while attempting to switch the conversation to nonsense. After a few minutes, she scoots further back onto the bed and his hand falls away.
I watch as they continue studying. Braxton tries to make moves that look like they have Blair growing uneasy and that's when I've had enough. The lingering stares and constant touches have a feral need buzzing through my skin and bones. I was going to sit and let it play out, maybe teach her a lesson, but he needs to learn one first.
I pull a black hoodie over my t-shirt and tug the hood up as I make quick work of the distance between our houses. It's getting darker at an earlier time now, which plays in my favor.
When I get to her property, I lean against the side of her house, waiting for the piece of shit to make his way out. He thinks he can touch what's mine? Look at what's mine? Even fucking breathe around what's mine?
No . he doesn't get to know what her soft skin feels like under his fingers. Anyone who tries will ultimately regret it. The s imple thought of trying will earn them an immediate death.
My ears perk up and my head snaps in the direction of her door as it opens and he makes his way outside. Careful to not make a sound, I come up behind him and quickly place a hand over his mouth and nose. He immediately starts to fight my hold, and he's a big dude but not as big as me. Definitely not as pissed off either.
I take my other hand and squeeze his neck. “ You and I are gonna have a little talk,” I growl, squeezing until my knuckles turn white. He eventually loses his fight to the lack of air and passes out.
His body drops with a thud to the ground as I remember I’m in Blair’s yard. Quickly grabbing the heavy fuck, I drag him to a shadowed spot along the house.
I pull out my phone and call Grimm . The most unhinged guy I know, but also loyal like no other. In true Grimm fashion, he picks up after the first ring.
“ What’s up, baby?”
That makes me chuckle as I shake my head. “ Do you, by any chance, have a pumpkin carving kit lying around?”
“ Yeah , I’m sure I have one somewhere. Why ? Are we recommencing our wonderful traditions?” He asks.
“ Uh , yeah you could say that. I’ll send you my location. I need you to help me move Braxton … Bring the tools and some chloroform too.”
For a moment, I’m met with silence until he finally responds.
“ What do we need chloroform for? Why do you have Braxton ?” I can hear the amusement lacing his tone .
“ I’ll explain later. And does it matter to you? I know you have it, you psycho.” I grunt.
“ Got me there. Alright . I’ll see you in ten.”
Ten minutes later Grimm comes jogging up, a bag of goodies in hand, and lets out a loud laugh. “ Is he our pumpkin?”
I nod.
“ C’mon . Help me get him to the tunnels before he wakes up.” I grit through my teeth.
Finally arriving at the cemetery, with Grimm and I on either side of Braxton , we lift him up and carry him over to the entrance of the tunnels. As I’m carrying his heavy, limp body, thoughts of the upcoming torture invade my mind.
I take note of everything that needs to be removed, the body parts that he touched or looked at my little obsession with, will be gone.
“ So what did Braxton even do?” Grimm questions. The image of him rubbing his grimy hands on her and feeling her perfect skin fills my mind.
“ He touched what’s mine ,” I say roughly.
Grimm lets out a low chuckle, “ Fair enough, man. Happy I could be of assistance.”
We come up to the RSB entrance and drop him with a heavy thud. Lifting the crest to gain access, Grimm hoists Braxton over his shoulder this time, gesturing for me to lead the way. There's a secret room deep within the network of tunnels.
We walk for another five minutes, twisting and turning through the halls. The floors are stained with patches of rusty pigment from the torturous things that have happened here throughout the years.
Coming up on our last turn, we’re faced with a weighted, metal door. A variety of locks wrap around the door. I unlock each one and punch in the code on the keypad above the handle. The last lock clicks and I turn the handle, pushing the door open. There’s one bulb hanging from the ceiling that dimly illuminates the room. Its walls and floors are dirty, showing the years of neglect and torture the room has seen. Chains hang off the wall and there’s a chair in the corner.
“ Where do you want him?” Grimm asks and I point to the chains. Dropping him in front of the wall, we drag him up against it and into a sitting position. Grimm holds his head up while I clasp the heavy chain collar around his neck. The collar comes out of the wall and clips into place on the other side with a loud click.
Chains with cuffs come out on either side and we bind each of his wrists with them. Once he's fully secured to the wall with no way of moving, I punch him in the jaw causing him to abruptly wake up.
“ Wakey wakey, you fuck. Time to play.” I singsong.
His bloodshot eyes focus on me as he starts to thrash in the chains. He screams, begging to know where he is and why he’s here. I chuckle while kneeling in front of him.
“ Good morning, Braxton . How’d you sleep?” He looks up at Grimm , and confusion washes over his face.
“ What the fuck is going on?” Braxton shouts again, spit flying from his mouth and onto my chin.
Annoyed , I swipe it away and stand. I walk over to the chair that’s holding Grimm’s bag of tools and drag it across the room. It scratches against the floor, the sound making Braxton wince. Pausing when the chair is at his feet, I begin rifling through the bag. Pulling out the pumpkin carving kit, I look at him and wiggle the pack.
“ I love Halloween . Costumes , scary movies, and my favorite part of all, pumpkin carving.” I say with a smile. His eyes widen when he sees the assorted pack of blades. Ripping open the package, I grab a small knife and bend down next to the sorry bastard who thought he could touch what’s mine.
“ Do you like Halloween , Braxton ?” I ask, looking over at him.
“ I -” He starts to answer but his words quickly morph into a scream as I stab the knife into the thick flesh of his thigh.
“ It was a rhetorical question.” I smile at the sight of my knife protruding from his skin, the kind of manic smile that causes his pants to become wet, and the smell of piss to hit my nostrils.
My grin only spreads while I push the knife deeper, feeling the flesh break and spread under the blade. Blood is pooling out of the cut and a deep satisfaction starts to build in me.
“ It was my favorite holiday growing up. Displaying the pumpkins on my buddy’s front porch, for all the trick-or-treaters to see when they came by for candy.” I yank the knife out of his thigh, earning another scream from him.
“ The best part though, Braxton , was feeling the blade pierce through the pumpkin and creating a pretty little design. It filled me with so much joy.”
“ You’re fucking crazy man, what the fuck is wrong with you!” He shouts, his voice cracks and he starts crying. Pathetic . Blair deserves better. She deserves a real man. A man who would fa ce every demon and fight every battle to get back to her.
“ In the spirit of Halloween , you’ll be my pumpkin this year.” I snarl. “ But first, we need to remove any unnecessary pieces.”
Knife still in hand, I bring the blade down on his wrist. Braxton’s shrewd screams continue as I begin sawing back and forth, digging the knife deeper, damaging muscles, tendons, and whatever the fuck else.
The bone takes some effort to get through and sweat begins to form on my brow. Braxton’s cries never waiver. They sound like the sweet soundtrack of love. A song I’m dedicating to my little obsession.
Eventually , I saw all the way through and let his hand drop to the floor with a wet plop. I repeat this on his other side, effectively removing the piece of meat. I wait for his screams to calm before I snarl, “ See what happens when you touch what doesn’t belong to you?”
Standing and stepping back, I tilt my head and admire my work so far. I feel slightly better, but not quite. His beady eyes stared at her creamy flesh way too many times. During class, the Halloween party, and just today at their study session. I'm positive he’s used the image of Blair and her body to jerk off once or twice.
Going over to the kit, I remove a fine-toothed saw and a pumpkin scooper from the packaging. Grimm brought a brand new set of tools, so their serrated edges are razor-sharp. Perfect .
Facing Braxton , I twirl the saw in my hand while waving the scooper. “ This is going to be so much fun. It’ll get us into the H alloween spirit. Don't you agree?” His only response is a low whimper. Clearly , the amount of blood dripping from his severed wrists is beginning to take a toll on him.
The possessiveness inside me roars to life, knowing I'm about to remove the eyeballs of the scum who looked at my obsession. I take the long, sharp saw and press it underneath the brow bone where his skin caves in around his socket.
Braxton lets out a blood-curdling scream, tears streaming down his face and snot leaks from his nose, but I continue to push the saw in. Blood sprays out at me, splattering across my face. His shrieking is starting to annoy me.
“ I can’t focus on my masterpiece when you make disgusting sounds like that, Braxton . I didn’t want to do this but you don’t shut the fuck up.” I say with an aggravated huff.
I let go of my tool, leaving it embedded above his eye socket as I go back to the bag. I rummage through, finding a small roll of duct tape. I look up at Grimm , who’s watching Braxton so intently with a huge smile plastered across his face. I whistle to get his attention and ask, “ Where did this come from?”
He shrugs and responds, “ I didn’t know what you needed this shit for, so I packed that and a few other things just in case.”
I flash him a smile and hold my hands over my heart, “ My hero. What would I do without you?”
Returning to a still shrieking Braxton , I reach down in front of him and snatch one of his severed hands from the floor, and shove it past his teeth into his mouth. Taking the tape I cover his mouth, keeping him silent besides the choking sounds of his panic. “ That's better. Now , where were we? ”
I grab the knife again and start back up the sawing motions. The sounds of cartilage and skin tearing pair beautifully with his muffled sobs. I keep going until a perfect circle has been cut around his eye socket. Unfortunately , much like a pumpkin, it's still connected on the inside. I’m not worried though, that's why I have the scooper.
I feel mania and obsession swirling around in my body as the reality of what I'm doing reaches the logical side of my brain. Too bad for him, the utter need to annihilate anyone who looks at or touches what is mine wins the battle between good and evil.
Taking the curved scooper, I place the sharp ridges along the line of my pre-made cut and push in. The whites of his eyes have long turned red, snuffing out any color that was there before. I press deeper into his eye and then curve the tool up, severing his optic nerve.
The pop of the nerve giving way to the blade reminds me exactly of when you scoop out the insides of a pumpkin, yet this is much more satisfying. When I've separated his eye from the source keeping it attached, I scoop it out. Leaving him with an empty, bloody socket.
Taking the round organ I toss it to the side for later. I take a step back and observe my work. Happy with the result, I grab the sawing knife and repeat the same process on the other side.
Saw , slice, scoop.
Once the second eyeball is removed, I toss it to the side along with the other and look at the two gaping holes where his eyes used to be. Blood -red tears stain his cheeks and he reminds me of the weeping angel in the cemetery above .
My thoughts are brought back to Blair for a brief moment. Her soft skin and the addicting taste of her pretty pussy floods my mind. Braxton needed to be taught a lesson.
I was so immersed in the act that I didn't think to check if my makeshift pumpkin was still breathing. That would be a shame. I put my hand on his neck and feel for his pulse. When it beats against my fingertips, a small smile stretches on my face. It's there, but it's faint. Good . I scan the floor, searching for where his eyes have rolled off. Spotting the eyes, I go collect them, then walk back his way.
Ripping the tape off of his face he groans weakly. I open his mouth and remove the hand from it, letting the heavy, wet meat drop on the floor and replace it with the two balls of bloody flesh. With two fingers, I push his eyes down his throat until he’s gagging on his organs.
I watch as Braxton’s beating pulse slows to a stop. Whether it was from choking on his eyes or the loss of blood, I don't know. I don’t give a fuck either. I hear Grimm coming up behind me as I look down at the Halloween decoration I just created.
“ Can I cut his head off?” Grimm says, excitement lacing his tone.
“ You know he’s dead, right?” I ask.
“ Yeah , but I want to cut his head off.” He repeats. Grimm whips out his phone and texts someone eagerly. I want to ask who he’s talking to and if he’s telling them about Braxton , but I trust him and again, I don’t give a fuck.
My job is done.
Thinking about Blair while carving up the dumbass who thought he h ad what’s mine, made my cock start to swell in my pants. I need to get the fuck out of here and take care of this hard-on before Grimm thinks I have a thing for dead bodies.
“ Go for it, Grimm . I'm heading out.” I chuckle and shake my head. With blood caked under my nails and a weight off my shoulders, I head out of the tunnels to go home and wash up. A smile spreads across my face as the sounds of Grimm decapitating him behind me echo throughout the tunnels. The last thing I hear before reaching the exit is Grimm’s satisfied laughter.
On my way home, I can’t help but pull out my phone to check in on the obsession that caused my blood lust. The need to execute anyone that looks at her a breath too long, thrums through my veins.
Looking down at the screens, I watch as Blair cleans up her room, packing away her books and studying materials. She pads over to the bathroom and starts to undress. I know this is a complete invasion of privacy, but I can’t bring myself to stop watching.
I love watching her.
I crave it.
The grainy footage stares up at me and impulsively, I decide to head to her house instead. I need to see her in person. Just as her shirt exposes the underside of her breasts, I lock my phone and put it into my pocket. I wasn’t far from her house so I arrive quickly. Pulling my phone out, I double check that s he’s not in her room before pushing up her bedroom window and climbing inside.
A smile tugs on my face as I pad across the room into my new favorite spot, her closet. The door is cracked open, allowing me to slide inside and remain hidden without giving myself away.
My cock jerks against the confines of my jeans as the scent of her surrounds me. A few minutes pass before I hear her bedroom door open. Anticipation and obsession course through my bloodstream as I wait for her to step into my line of sight.
I hear her rummaging through some drawers before she walks into view. She has on little shorts that barely cover her ass and a thin tank top that allows me to see her nipples through the material.
My cock aches and I can’t stop myself as I reach down, unzip my jeans, and pull my cock out of my boxers. My eyes trail over every inch of her as I palm my hardened length. I clench my jaw to keep quiet as I watch her.
She’s fucking perfect.
All fucking mine.
Blair leaves my line of sight for a moment until she returns with a book. Climbing into bed, she opens and starts reading. I continue to slowly pump my hand along my cock while watching her read. I wonder what she’s reading until I see her teeth capture her bottom lip and she bites down. My fist tightens around my cock at the sight of her.
My eyes stay locked on her lip as she nibbles on it. My hips thrust forward and my grip tightens on my cock as I watch her. When she changes her position on the bed, I notice her hardened nipples. They move as she breathes and the tension in my jaw increases, as the need to cum nears.
Looking around the small space, I spot a pair of her panties. Without a second thought, I quickly grab them and bring them to my nose, inhaling her scent before wrapping them around my cock and thrusting into them. My hips buck as I peer through the crack to watch her. It doesn’t take long before my cock starts to pulse and thick ropes of cum shoot into her underwear.
I pump into the panties a few more times before removing them from me. I smile down at the sight of her underwear covered in my cum. Shoving them into her hamper, I bury them between clothes so she doesn't notice and then tuck myself back into my pants.
Letting out a content sigh, I continue watching as she reads, and wait until she falls asleep so I can sneak back out of her window.