CHAPTER Twenty
Hiding out alone gave Shane a lot of time to think, and even though he couldn’t explain it, his thoughts mostly went to Janelle.
Shane concluded that their relationship cooled off after his other urges reappeared, but her disinterest had now begun to arouse some old feelings.
And much to his amazement, as he planned what to do with her, his intentions softened.
Janelle was the first real relationship he’d ever had.
Even though she’d betrayed him in the end, he couldn’t deny that he once had real feelings for her.
Now, Shane’s mind was full of irrational thoughts he couldn’t control.
I have to stop thinking about her.
But the more he told himself he should hate her, the more he wanted her. The more control he lost, the more he wanted to prove he could get it back.
But now she knows the truth, and she’s scared of me. Why does the fact that she doesn’t want me anymore make me so fucking crazy?
Shane knew that his need for revenge and now his desire for Janelle would jeopardize his safety.
If he were smart, he would get as far away from the lake as possible.
But Shane lived in a tortured and sick mind, and all he could think about was getting back there and having Janelle beneath him one more time.
Deep down, he wished he could just walk into her house, sweep her off her feet, have mind-blowing sex, and walk out the same way he used to.
But those days were over, and this fact distressed him terribly.
Thinking about how much things had changed put Shane in a foul mood, and he reminded himself that his current distress was Janelle’s fault. She had betrayed him, and that sobering revelation took his thinking on a much different path.
Stop it! You’re done with her, Simpson! She fucked you over!
With that final thought, Shane gave a little nod, a promise that he would teach Janelle a lesson.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun doing it.
She would be first, and then he would seek out Camille and Ross. With his mind right, Shane was now eager to put his plan in motion.
When Shane arrived back at the lake, he got an exhilarating burst of energy. He wasn’t sure if it originated from the intoxicating atmosphere of the lake area itself or the anticipation of his revenge. He concluded that his euphoric state of mind was most likely brought on by a little of both.
It was hours before the sun would even think about making an appearance, and there was not a lot of activity out and about. From experience, Shane knew Janelle was not an early riser. Her shifts didn’t start at the bar until four, and she never got home before one. Therefore, she would be out cold.
So fucking perfect!
As he pulled onto Janelle’s road, there wasn’t a soul stirring anywhere, just like the night he’d effortlessly entered her garage and planted the crescent wrench that killed Kelcee Meyer.
Parking along the road a few houses down from Janelle’s, Shane flipped off the lights and cut the engine. Janelle’s car was in the driveway, and the house was completely dark.
“The bitch never did like night lights,” he said, shaking his head and smiling.
Shane reached into his duffel on the passenger seat and grabbed his large hunting knife, took it from its sheath, and tested its edge with his thumb.
“This’ll do,” Shane confirmed.
Quietly exiting the car, Shane made his way to Janelle’s yard and slipped around the back to the deck that led into the dining area. Shane knew it was too much to ask for such effortless access, so he used a deck chair to reach the kitchen window, and as he suspected, it was unlocked.
Stupid mistake, Nel!
The window was large, but Shane was a big guy, so maneuvering through it quietly was difficult but possible.
Inside, it was dark, but he knew his way around.
Shane slipped down the hall and reached Janelle’s room, where the door was open, and she lay so peacefully under the covers, sleeping.
Shane watched her with an intensity that aroused him, and he could feel himself succumbing to her innocent charm.
She was so unaware and so peaceful lying there. She was so vulnerable and so tempting.
Jesus, Nel!? You have my dick at attention, and you haven’t done a damn thing.
Shane was still paused in the doorway. He knew he would get his revenge eventually, but first, he was going to fuck her.
Still watching her and thinking, he decided it wouldn’t be a sneak attack.
He wanted her to crave him again the way she used to, and once he had her affection again, he would make her love every single second of every single stroke inside her.
Shane got himself under control and quietly took a seat in the chair across from the bed.
He wanted her to wake up and see him. He wanted to hear that horrifying scream and then talk her down from her fear.
He would charm her, fuck her, and then …
now he just wasn’t sure. He always saw himself killing her, watching her desperate, terrified eyes as she realized his hands around her throat were not releasing.
Since her betrayal, he had fantasized about watching her agonized face begging for her life.
That was his plan, but now, watching her sleep, he just wasn’t sure.
Her long, tan leg was sticking out from under the covers, and he thought about the way her legs once wrapped around him and pulled him deeper into her. He slowly and quietly undid his pants and began stroking himself while she slept.
Look at her. She’s so goddamn hot!
And then Shane wished things could be as exciting and wonderful as they were in the beginning. But now, she knew his sick , and unfortunately, the truth had ruined everything.
Shane really wanted Janelle to consent, but deep down, he knew he would most likely have to use force and maybe even his knife. Nonetheless, he wanted to climax inside her one more time, so he took it easy as he stroked himself. He was saving himself for her.
He had been there a couple of hours when he heard Janelle begin to stir, and all the hairs went up on his arms and the back of his neck—the anticipation was exhilarating.
It was that pre-dawn time of day when the sun gave a faint glow just above the horizon, and a hint of light peeked through the window.
As Janelle continued to fuss and toss a bit, Shane settled into a comfortable position.
When she woke, he wanted to appear at ease, a direct contrast to her desperate fright.
Finally, Janelle tossed the covers off and began getting out of bed. The first dawn’s light was just enough for her to catch a glimpse of a figure sitting in the chair, and as Shane anticipated, she screamed and instinctively jumped back into bed.
“Well, hello, Nel,” Shane mocked. His tone was confident and intimidating.
Janelle was too terrified to speak, but she now knew who the figure was, and she could start to make out the details of his face in the dim light.
“It’s kind of early for you to get up, isn’t it? Well, it’s alright with me. I was growing a bit impatient,” he said, now standing and pulling long strokes on his cock. “We have some unfinished business, Nel.”
Shane grabbed his knife from the side table and began moving in Janelle’s direction. She hoped all he wanted was sex. She could do that to save herself, but when she saw the hunting knife, Shane heard the first murmurs of her desperate sobs, and they were music to his ears.
“Now, Nel. Don’t cry. It’s been a while since I’ve fucked you. You always loved me fucking you. Right?” he asked.
When Janelle didn’t answer, Shane got a little perturbed.
“You know better, Nel. Answer me!” he said curtly. “You love me fucking you. Don’t you?”
Janelle forced herself to speak, but her words were soft and masked by sobs.
“That seemed so very unconvincing,” Shane said, now standing directly over her at the bedside. “I want my Nel to ask for what she wants. Just like old times.”
Janelle was disgusted at the thought, but her life just might depend on answering the way Shane wanted her to. “I want you to … fu … fuck me,” she managed hesitantly.
“Nel, Nel, Nel, that was pathetic,” Shane said, shaking his head. Janelle could see his wicked smile as more of dawn’s light filled the room.
“You know you have to say ‘fuck’ like you mean it. And you have to ask politely. You always forget to ask politely,” he said calmly. And then his demeanor changed and became colder and darker. This time, his voice was demanding and forceful. “Now, try again!”
Janelle swallowed hard and took a deep breath.
“I want you to fuck me, please,” she said with more enthusiasm, hoping to get this ordeal over with soon.
“Very nice!” Shane complimented. “Now take your clothes off, slowly.
The way I like it.”
Janelle proceeded to slip out of her nightie and then began taking off her panties.
“Stop!” Shane scolded, and Janelle shuddered. “You went too fast, Nel.
Start over.”
Janelle was trying so hard not to cry. She told herself that she just needed to remain calm and do what he said.
But now there was more sunlight coming in the window, and Janelle caught a glimpse of Shane’s face, and he had never looked so sinister, so full of rage.
She was desperate now, and she was quite sure that he wanted more than just sex.
Janelle was certain that he would also kill her.
It was so early, and not a soul was stirring out and about to save her, which made it so difficult to hold on to hope.
Once undressed, Janelle cringed as Shane walked toward her. He ran his finger across her neck and held his face close to hers. She could feel his warm breath on her face, and she was disgusted.
“You just had to be a bitch and tell everything you knew, didn’t you?” he growled, loud and menacingly into her ear.
Janelle was silent. She honestly didn’t know how to respond, and she definitely didn’t want to say or do the wrong thing.
She just needed to get her mind in the right place to let him have her one last time, but the thought disgusted her.
At one time, she thought she loved him, and making love to him had been so wonderful. She tried to take her mind there.
Shane had one more thing on his mind, and then he would decide her fate.
He had primed himself for hours, and now he was finally getting what he wanted.
It wasn’t long before he was lost in the throes of passion, and this moment now had a different purpose.
As he pushed in and out, his focus shifted from controlling her to getting off.
And this temporary distraction did not go unnoticed.
Janelle saw that he had let go of his knife.
It was lying there on the bed right beside them.
Her eye stared at the shiny steel, abandoned, just inches from her hand.
If she grabbed it, she would have to be prepared to use it. She would only get one chance.
Janelle could feel Shane getting ready to release, so this was it. This was her only chance. Shane was a diabolical murderer, and when he finished with her, he would have no problem killing her.
With all her physical and mental strength, Janelle grabbed the knife and plunged it into Shane’s back. He let out a blood-curdling scream and writhed in agony as Janelle freed herself. Her life depended on getting out of that house and getting as far away from Shane as possible.
Naked and frantic, Janelle ran out the back door and down the block.
She had never been so scared in her life.
She turned around several times, but Shane was not following her, and she was so relieved.
But she knew her nightmare would not be over until she was safely inside somewhere, and Shane was hauled away by the police.
She kept her pace until she finally saw a house with lights on, where she pounded on the door, and a bewildered woman let her in.
Shane, with a nasty, gaping gash in his shoulder, hightailed it out of there as soon as he recovered. Janelle was safe, for now.