Chapter 4
Her scent lingers on my skin; on my fucking clothes.
It’s fate that that particular song came on.
I inhale her sweet scent like a fucking drug—cherries and vanilla.
It’s sweeter than any high I’ve ever experienced.
She’s perfect. I knew she would be. I can’t remember the last time someone stirred emotions within me just by looking at them.
The urge to cut her precious skin and taste her copper tang on my tongue slams into my senses hard.
I watch as her tiny body disappears into the night. My demons stir my insides, threatening to resurface, but I pull them back down, anchoring them in the pit of my mind. It’s only a matter of time before they claw their way out.
Kieran rounds the corner with his mask resting on top of his head.
He licks the edge of his lips, tasting the remnants of what I assume is blood.
He’s just as sick as me. Never thought I’d find someone who shares perverted kinks with me.
Probably why we’re close friends. He leans against the banister with a shit-eating grin.
“Fuck, she was a delight,” he cackles and zips his fly up.
I shake my head. My gaze springs back to the door, and Kieran takes notice. He wouldn’t understand. He could never understand.
“What about you? I haven’t seen you take a single interest in a woman in fuck knows how long,” he pries, wagging his eyebrows.
I fling my cigarette butt, flicking ash in the air.
“Nah, it isn’t like that. Innocent ones are fun to fuck with is all.
” I shrug and slam the bright-orange butt of the cigarette into the banister, leaving another burn hole alongside the endless stream of others.He narrows his green eyes at me and sneers, unconvinced, “Sure man, whatever,” before brushing past me to the kitchen.
I twist my body and follow in step behind him.
I jam my hands into the pockets of my baggy jeans.
The thumping base grows louder as we round the corner.
I’m about ready for this fucking party to be over.
Really, the only reason I do this shit is to keep my mind occupied and let Kieran live out his fantasies.
The quiet unleashes the demons, and some days I just can’t deal with them.
Kieran always handles this shit. This is a second home to him.
He has his own place at his father’s estate.
Perks of being the dean’s son. He chooses this life. Suits him better.
“Gonna end this shit soon. I’m tired of these fucks, and the house reeks of sweat and fucking,” I nod towards the countless bodies fucking against my walls and on the dance floor.
I play it cool. Kieran is clueless about the shit I’ve got planned for Vesper.
Best to keep it that way. Pretty sure he’d have me committed if he were able to fully get inside of my head.
Kieran pours us drinks from one of the many kegs propped on the chipped counter.
He flips the tap and his jungle juice sloshes into the cups.
His famous mix is laced with so much alcohol content I’ll be riding an endless high with the molly I consume.
Maybe tonight I’ll get some fucking sleep.
Fat chance though with what I’ve got planned.
“Yeah, probably best. I might fuck Nyla first, though,” he says, eye fucking her from across the room.
He passes me the Solo cup and leans against the counter.
He takes a long drink. I gulp down my entire cup again.
I’m well on my way to feeling numb.A flicker of concern flitters over his face for a split second.
Kieran wants to say something but thinks better of it.
The fucker is loyal to a fault; I’ll give him that.
He’s been trying to understand my fucked-up shit for years.Good luck with that.
“Get these fuckers outta here. Imma check somethin’.” I nod my head towards the door. Time to set shit in motion.
“Gotchu man.” He fist bumps my arm and slips his mask over his inked face with a grin, instantly gravitating towards Nyla.
Dude can’t keep his dick in his pants to save his fuckin’ life. I feel like my body is floating on its own towards the exit. I know good and well Vesper has no idea where the fuck she’s at, and Kieran’s stupid ass gave the bitch she was with too much fucking molly. Dude has no sense sometimes.
I grab my sweatshirt off the banister and throw it on over my head before I exit into the dark, chilly night.
What my little songbird doesn’t know is that I already know which dorm she’s in.
I relentlessly spent every free moment learning her secrets; everything I could about her.
Years. Fucking years have led up to this very fucking evening.
To say I’m dripping with excitement would be an understatement.
Letting her slip away so easily without getting into her head would be a crime.
I want to be deep in her thoughts, embedded into her very psyche.
I silently stalk down the stairs towards the Sovereign and Scion dorms. The Sovereign dorm houses the most prestigious and powerful students here.
The Elites. The rich and powerful sons and daughters of Grimshaw.
I scoff. To think, my little songbird chose to be placed in the Scion wing instead.
Such a shy, innocent little thing. Much safer option for her.
She would get eaten alive. She’s not like them.
She’s the poster girl for good girls. She doesn’t converse with the other Elites.
I would know, Kieran and I are also Elites, though I don’t associate with those fucks like Kieran does.
I expected a perfect little molded angel, but what I didn’t expect was her complete innocence and naivety. Of course they sheltered her.
My pace slows down when I hear the thud of heels and her little Doc Martens. The streetlights flicker, and I’m sure I look like a goddamn stalker—then again, that’s exactly what I’ve been doing for years, isn’t it? The label doesn’t sound so bad. At least now I fit the bill. I chuff at the thought.
At the end of the steps, I dip behind a bush. I watch as she struggles to get her little friend to her feet.
Stupid fucking Kieran.
Typically, I don’t give a shit who he drugs or who he’s fuckin’, but he’s gonna fuck this up for me by thinking with his dick. This bitch is off-limits. Can’t afford to have my little songbird distracted by anything but me.
I’m already feeling the effects of the molly mixed with the alcohol as she rounds the corner.
The large, imposing chiseled-stone dorm building comes into view.
It’s like a looming specter the way it towers over the town.
It’s the largest monolith in Grimshaw, Maine, its apex can be seen from miles away.
Vesper stands before the gray stone edifice. Gargoyles and gothic scions plaster the sides of the stonework. Grimshaw Academy is old as hell. Kieran’s family’s attendance here goes back for generations. Vesper punches in a code, and the heavy metal door buzzes open.
Quietly and agilely, I slip behind them undetected.
I shove my foot in the doorway before it closes and squeeze inside.
It’s quiet aside from her drugged friend mumbling nonsense down one of the adjoining hallways.
There’s no reason for me to be here. I know exactly where she lives.
The curiosity gets the best of me, though.
I wonder what her room looks like. Does it smell like her?
I’ll find out soon enough. My eyes dart side to side.
Realistically, I’m well fucking aware no one would know if I’m from this dorm or not.
Not with being veiled in the shadows. I slink down the hallway casually, following her close enough to keep her in view, but not close enough to raise suspicion.
She finally stops in front of her door. I already know it’s room 930.
She fumbles with her keys and sighs as she struggles to keep her friend from face-planting.
She manages to wrestle her inside while my back stays plastered to the wall, shrouded from her view, veiled in the shadows where I belong.
The door clicks closed behind them. It echoes down the narrow hallway.
It won’t take them long to pass out. I dig around in my hoodie and check my phone.
It’s well past midnight. No turning back now.
It leaves me more than enough time to do what I need to do, as long as my high doesn’t make me pass out.
It would be smarter to do it when they’re in class, but I love living on the edge.
The thrill of getting caught offers the same high I desperately chase.
My hand brushes my back pocket to make sure the cameras are still there. After waiting a bit, the dorm lights in the hallway dim to a low amber glow. I slink in the shadows towards her door. I press my ear against the cold metal and listen.
Silence.
Perfect.
It’s now or never. I dig in my back pocket to fish out my lock-picking kit.
It takes me two seconds flat to get the door opened.
I slip inside and snick it quietly closed behind me, careful not to make the latch click.
The first thing I’m hit with is the smell of cherries and vanilla mixed with her roommate.
My tongue rolls on the side of my cheek and my eyes slide back in their sockets.
I stifle a groan. It shouldn’t be as addictive as it is, though it makes sense, doesn’t it?
I count my steps. Two steps to the right, four to the left, one forward.
I spent hours making sure I knew exactly how to navigate in the dark.
All then dorms are set up the same. Though, I didn’t account for any shit they could have left on their bedroom floor.
Luckily. It’s clear. I reach up, feel around for the smoke detector, and slip the camera from my back pocket.
This angle gives the perfect view of her bed and the side of her room.
After my eyes adjust to the dark, I blink a few times and see her lying in bed, sound asleep.
She looks so innocent, so fucking perfect, like a goddamn angel or some shit.
It’s a shame I’m the fucking devil. Corrupting such a creature is sinful, but I feel no remorse.
It needs to be done, and I look forward to her downfall.
My feet move of their own accord, and I find myself kneeling in front of her bed.
My fingertips skim over a knit blanket and her soft, milky skin.
I inhale like a psycho, engraving it in my brain.
My dick responds in kind. I bet she’s a fucking virgin too.
With my mouth salivating at the thought, I slide my eyes closed, and the euphoria high washes over my body just from her scent… or maybe the molly.
A sick smile slithers over my lips, and I let out a dark, twisted laugh in the silent room.
My little songbird echoes in my subconscious, bouncing off the walls of my mind.
How long I’ve planned this. How she would react once I met her.
Such a pristine, untainted little thing.
My little songbird lives happily in her gilded cage, having no idea I hold the key and all the answers she never knew she needed.
She’ll fly freely into the arms of a bigger monster.
Me.
Only difference is I won’t keep her caged. I’ll break her, just to release her and watch her dismantle slowly.
Her scent lingers on my skin. My nails rake against my arm in a desperate attempt to settle my dirty, fucked-up thoughts. Something about her aroma sends me over the edge to madness.
Keep it together, Zain.
I wanna watch her bleed. It’s fucked-up, but I couldn’t care less. The sheer thought of destroying something so beautiful threatens to send me careening over the edge. My entire being is ready to dissolve into nothing and drown in her intoxicating savor.
I’m on the precipice of losing my shit when I reach into my jeans and fist my pierced cock.
I’m already sporting a semi. I let out a rumbled groan, squeezing it from root to tip.
My eyes flicker to the floor. A pair of black lace panties are laid out like an offering.
I know they’re hers. They’re too conservative to be her slutty roommate’s.
I snatch them and shove them against my nose, relishing in her scent.
“Fuck.” I inhale a sharp whisper under my breath.
The swells of euphoria continue to sail over my skin like waves.
I start stroking my hard dick like a crazed lunatic, my hand wrapping tighter around the base, jacking off so hard my body goes stiff.
I get to my feet and stand above her. My jaw tightens, and I feel myself tipping over the edge.
The image of her is ingrained in my mind, and I let myself selfishly come to the image of her.
My cock erupts inside my boxers and jeans, coating them with my sticky cum. You need fucking therapy, Zain.
I pocket her panties and leave her peacefully sleeping, because fuck knows how much longer she’ll get it.