Chapter Seventeen
Brynne
“I told you that keeping your name was a bad idea,” I stress to Clara. “Do you want me to come to the lake house?” I ask.
Clara shakes her head furiously. “That would raise
suspicion. I prepared for something like this, that’s how I got away, but Brynne,” she pauses. “They knew Sarah,” she adds.
I take a deep breath and try to calm my nerves. My past isn’t something I like to talk about and the fact that someone knows me from back then has me on edge. I feel awful for dragging Clara into my mess. I was supposed to be here to protect her, not put her in danger.
“Don’t even think about it,” she says sternly. “You’re not going in solo.” I don’t know how she can tell what I’m
thinking about all the time.
“What about Lauren? I don’t want either of you in danger because of me. How did they even find out that you were tied to Sarah?” I could ask a million other questions, but they don’t matter. I need to figure out who these men are and take care of them before they hurt Clara or Lauren. I’ll have to take care of Max tonight after going to Alchemy with the office .
“I picked Lauren up from work and told her that I wanted to surprise her with a little weekend getaway.”
“Does she suspect anything?” I ask curiously. I don’t know how Clara can have a relationship with someone who doesn’t know what she does. I’m a good liar, but I don’t think I could lie to someone I love. If I were to ever find someone to love.
“No. we are covered. I went back to the house last night and did a sweep.”
“You did what?” I yell angrily. “There were three men who tried to kill you and you went back to the last place you saw them. Do you have a death wish or something? Don’t,” Clare cuts me off.
“Brynne, it’s fine. I made sure they were long gone before I entered. If Lauren found out that I didn’t pack
anything from the house, then it would have looked suspicious. They didn’t take anything which is out of the ordinary. Maybe they truly only wanted to know about Sarah.”
“What did you tell them?” I ask.
“The same I always say. That Sarah is dead.” She’s not wrong when she says that. Sarah truly is dead. I’m a
completely different person because of what Sarah went through. Instead of being the prey that would get used over and over. I’ve become the predator ready for revenge.
“I’ll find them and kill them for trying to hurt you,” I say sternly. I hear Lauren in the background and nod before hanging up. I’ve met Lauren before, but Clara told her that I was a friend from work. I still don’t know what she told Lauren she does for work .
I look at the clock in my office and sigh. I don’t want to be here whatsoever. I should be outside Max’s house waiting for him to leave to drug him and drag him back to my house. There’s a knock on my door and I know it's my next appointment. I open the door and let Mrs. Connors in. I’ve been seeing her for a month now and she has finally opened up about her troubles.
At first, I try not to push too much because then they close up and never talk. From what I’ve collected thus far, Mr. Connors is cheating on her. The only thing I haven’t figured out is what else she is wanting to tell me. She knew from the beginning that he was, but I think she knows who the other person is and is wanting me to tell her what to do.
If I were her, I would kill him and his mistress, but I’m not a sane person. I can't tell my patients to go kill anyone who does them wrong. I don’t go out and kill anyone, just the fake men who pretend to be god’s gift to the earth. In reality, they're the product of greed. They take what they want and don’t care who they hurt in the process.
“How are you today Mrs. Connors,” I ask while taking a seat in the chair across from the couch. She fidgets with her fingers and I can tell she is on edge. This is the perfect time to push a little harder because they don’t have the mental blockage to cover the secrets they hope to keep.
“Is there anything on your mind you want to get out?” I ask softly. She looks up at me and her eyes water. I hate it when people cry. I don’t know how to handle that kind of emotion. With my training from school, I’ve learned how normal people comfort others. I grab a box of tissues from my table and hand it to her .
“It was Sarah,” she says through sniffling. I bite the
inside of my cheek to hide my emotions. Of course, the other woman’s name is Sarah. I never want to meet someone with that name for the rest of my life.
“How did you find out?” I ask.
She scrunches her eyebrows together and cries harder. “I should have seen the signs,” she blows her nose. “I caught them last night and didn’t know what to do.”
“You caught your husband with his mistress last night?” I didn’t think she had it in her to follow him.
“You don't get it. Sarah is my,” she pauses and cries
harder. “She's my daughter,” she croaks. My body stills and the rage festers from inside me and blooms like a damn flower. I can feel the tingling sensation in my fingertips. I almost snap the pen in my hand.
“You caught your husband with your daughter?” I don’t mean to ask it as a question. I just didn't see it going this way whatsoever. She made it seem like he was out all hours of the night.
“I would wake in the middle of the night and he wouldn’t be in bed. I didn't think of it that much until it became persistent. Sometimes I would get up and find him in the kitchen getting a drink or food. But others his phone would be gone and his truck would be gone, but I never thought to check my daughter's room when he was gone.”
I want to jump across this table and shake this woman until her head rolls off her shoulders. This is why I would never have children. If I still had that option, I would choose not to bring another innocent child into this hell we call our world .
“What did he say when you caught him?” I ask through gritted teeth.
“He doesn’t know that I know. I closed the door and went back to our bedroom. He hasn’t been wanting to be
intimate with me lately, but I never would have thought that it was because he was getting that with Sarah.” How could someone see that and not lose their mind?
“Have you gone to the authorities about this?” I watch her get nervous when I mention the cops. I can tell that she isn’t going to tell anyone.
“I can’t.”
“Why can’t you Mrs. Connors?”
“Wyatt is a cop. They would never believe me. You can’t say anything. This is all confidential right?” she pleads. I lean closer and place my hand on her knee.
“You don’t have to worry about anything Mrs. Connors,” I reassure her. Looks like I’m adding Mr. Connors to my very long to-do list. I need to get Max out of the way to get William done. Then Wyatt Connors will be the next on my list.
“Thank you so much. I will deal with this on my own, but it feels good to be able to have someone to talk to.” I want to gag. She acts like this conversation is some Sunday girl gossip instead of her husband raping her daughter. I look at the clock and realize our time is up already.
“I’ll see you at our next session Mrs. Connors,” I pat her hand and place my papers on my desk. I walk her out of my office and turn to lean my back against the door after I close it. I wish I could scream at the top of my lungs. I hate men, but women like her are also the problem. How can you turn a blind eye instead of doing something about it ?
I grab my phone and send Clara Wyatt’s name and she sends a thumbs-up emoji. I need to be careful with this one if he is a cop. This is why I never get closer to finding the four men who truly deserve all of my wrath. Every time I think I’m a step closer to them, another person gets dropped on my lap.
It only takes Clara fifteen minutes to send me the files on Wyatt. It looks like Wyatt has a bit of a temper on him. Multiple domestic violence calls but nothing amounting from them. I need to get out of this office and hurt someone. I grab my burner phone and message William Ashburn. He replies immediately.
Sorry Clara, but I can’t wait any longer. I don’t know if Max is a definite tonight and I need to inflict pain on someone right now. I call the front desk and ask them to cancel the rest of my appointments for the day. I pack up my bags and as I’m walking out of my office I run into Adam.
“Are you alright?” he asks.
“Yeah, I think I pulled something on my run yesterday so I’m going to go rest before tonight. I’m going to drive myself if that's all right.” I say it in the sweetest voice I can muster up even though I’m currently thinking about a million different ways I can kill William later.
“Of course. Let me know if you need anything. I’ll see you tonight,” Adam says with a smile. I nod and head to my car. I told William I would pick him up from his place and we could have a private session at my place. He didn’t seem interested in anything sexual with me, but we will see once he sees me naked in front of him. I could go for a good fuck before having to fake it all night with my coworkers.
The drive to my place is filled with him talking about himself as always. How he feels better and has only relapsed once since we last met. I know when he says relapse he doesn’t mean with drugs. His temptation of choice is middle school girls. He almost convinced me that he had changed and gotten better but with this mention of a relapse my prediction of once a pedophile always a pedophile is the truth.
“What made you want to do a session here?” he asks as I place a drink in front of him.
“I wanted to check in to make sure you hadn’t relapsed, but I was upset to hear that you already have. I feel that I have failed you, William.” I say his name in a sultry tone. He stops drinking to look up at me. William is a good-looking businessman. He’s married but has no children to speak of. That’s a blessing if you ask me.
“I-I don’t think it will happen again,” he tries to
reassure me. Clara already sent me the files he saved on his computer when he was my original target before Max. I pull them up on my phone. I flip my phone around so he can see them.
“You don’t find this arousing?” I ask as I show him the pictures. I watch his eyes widen and he looks from my phone to me.
“H-how did you get those?” he stutters.
“I’ve got my ways, but you didn’t answer my
question.” I stand and lean over the table so he has a clear view of my breasts in this tight dress. I can see the outline of his erection in his jeans when I flip to another picture. There is no cure for these types of people except for death.
“I-I don’t know how,” I cut him off with my hand on his thigh. He looks me in the eyes and I can feel him trembling. I need him to finish his drink before I take him to the spare room in the hallway .
“You look hot, here.” I lift the cup and he downs the entire drink. I smile and grab his hand and place it on my
breast. “Do you want to play with me, William?” I ask in an innocent voice. He looks hesitant but glances at the phone and back at me with a gulp.
“Y-yes,” he answers Before he realizes he has been drugged, I grab his other hand and guide him into the spare room. I gave him a tad bit more than I did to Jordan. I don’t plan on tying up William since I need all of him accessible.
We get to the room and he's on me before I get another word out. I want to see how he is when it comes to fucking. I doubt he has anything surprising in those jeans. He kisses down my neck and I lift his shirt over his head. He eagerly throws it to the floor and I grab his belt buckle. He shakes his pants off and is left in his boxers. I palm his cock on the outside of his boxers. I can feel the pre cum already wetting the fabric. He doesn’t feel long but his girth is more than normal.
I am quite ready to get stretched while I stretch him. I grab at the elastic part of his boxers and pull them down. His cock bobs free and I stop kissing him to look down at it. To stroke his ego I act surprised. He smirks and goes back for a kiss, but I push him onto the bed. I slowly untie the bow in front of my chest on my floral dress. I pull the dress over my head and am completely bare underneath. His cock twitches when he takes in my body.
“Fuck,” he mumbles. I climb on top of him licking up his chest and biting his neck. His hands land on my ass and he grips both of them.
“Do you like my ass, Will?” I ask. He bites his lip and nods. I slowly climb him until I’m at the headboard. My pussy and ass are in his face, and I lower myself on his face. “Then you better taste it.” I ride his tongue and he doesn’t miss a spot. He licks my pussy and twirls around my asshole. I move forward and back getting friction from his nose on my clit. I could care less if he could breathe. He won’t be soon anyway.
“That’s right William. Taste all of me.” He mumbles something but I ignore him and follow my orgasm. I cum all over his face. My juices are all over his facial hair. He seems very pleased with himself. “What do you like in the bedroom Will?” I ask.
“I don’t think you would be into it,” he says. “You’d be surprised,” I smirk.
“Roleplaying,” he admits.
“What kind of roleplaying?” I ask. He looks hesitant to tell me, but I wrap my hand around his cock and stroke him. “Do you want me to act younger?” I ask as I slowly dip down and lick up his shaft.
“Oh god,” he says breathlessly. I suck him into my mouth and flick my tongue when I come back up. I cup his balls while working every inch of his cock with my mouth.
“Is that what you want Will? Do you want me to tell
you that I don’t know what to do? That I need you to show me how to do it?” He looks down at me with the most adoring eyes and it makes me excited. I can’t wait to kill this fucker. “I want you in my ass,” I admit.
I climb on top of him and grab his cock from behind. I slowly sink down on his cock and he bites his lip. His eyes are hooded and I can tell the drugs are starting to take effect. He is acting like he is in a daze. My asshole stretches around his thick cock. “You’re so big,” I fake a whine .
“You can take it,” he slurs. I ride him faster and place my hands on his chest. He reaches up and grips my hips to push me down harder. I moan when he pushes his hips up. The thought of killing him makes me more wet than his cock. “You like that don’t you.”
“I want your cum,” I beg. His eyes light up the best they can. This guy is stupid if he hasn’t figured out he is out of it yet. William takes one hand and grabs my breast. I rock back and forth to rub my clit on his pubic bone. “I’m close,” I confess. My asshole throbs and William groans and lets himself spill inside me.
“Yes, milk me. Take all of my cum.” I don’t know how he is still conscious right now. I lean forward and reach around the pillow to grab the knife I stashed there earlier. William’s eyes are closed as I still ride his cock. His cum leaks out of my ass. I raise the knife with both my hands and plunge it right through his chest. Blood pools around the knife and I look up at Will and his eyes shoot open. I raise the knife and stab him again in the chest. Blood squirts on my face and I laugh. He is too out of it to move and he tries to scream but it's gargled with blood. I lift myself off his cock and grab it with my bloody hand.
I line him up and slide him into my pussy. Blood oz out of him as I take the knife out again. I move my hips forward and back while placing my hands near the entry wound. My thumbs squish into the flesh and I pull them in opposite directions. I yank them as hard as I can to stretch him. I grab the knife again and stab him again and yank the knife down. I pull it out and bring it up to my mouth. The taste of copper fills my mouth as I lick his blood off. I moan and he slips out of me .
“Really? You had to get soft right when I was about to cum,” I complain. I look at the knife and down at William. I stab his groin and look down at the blood-stained handle. I slide down on the handle until I’m flesh with his body. I ride the handle of the knife while ripping his chest apart. Both of my hands are covered in his blood and I can’t contain how loud I am while I chase my orgasm. It doesn’t take long for me to cum and to be a shaking mess.
I lay next to William’s corpse in the bed. I draw circles on his chest with his own blood. My whole body is covered in his blood. I really should get ready for tonight. This was exactly what I needed to get back to my calculated mind when it came to Max.