18. Orion
18
ORION
“DATING ADVICE”
I stand on the street corner, puffing a cigarette with a hoodie pulled low over my head. I was able to make my… additions to Serpahina’s apartment without any interruptions, and overall, I’m thrilled with the results. Several cameras have been expertly hidden around her apartment, as well as bugs to pick up on her conversations, but my favorite part by far is the crawlspace I managed to hollow out beneath the floorboards—one that leads to the space beneath her closet.
As I recount my success, sleep pulls at my eyelids, reminding me I have not slept in over three days. However, I still have to do something before I allow myself that pleasure.
It’s morning, and for once, the sun shines high in the sky, illuminating the filth lining the alleyway near Jake Robinson’s apartment. Gritting my teeth, I pull out my phone, my chest lighting with rage as I take in the video that’s been playing on repeat in my mind for the past week.
The ginger freak spews his disgusting load down Seraphina’s throat, and not a second later, she’s lifted into the air by the dark-haired one—Noah—as Jake steps forward, palming his cock. Heat pricks the back of my neck as I watch him stuff his disgusting cock inside her, nearly crunching the phone in my fist as her head drops back in bliss.
What a fucking little whore. Enjoying everyone’s cock but mine— letting them look at her, touch her, cum in her.
My entire body shakes with rage as I watch the video to completion, though by the end, my cock is tenting my pants as I imagine my own hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing the life from her as she convulses around my cock.
“Fuck.” I shove the phone into my pocket. I head up the stairs of Jake’s apartment complex, my dagger burning a hole into my hip. An elderly woman exits as I reach the top of the steps, and she’s nice enough to hold the door open for me.
I give her a nod of thanks, glee replacing some of the rage in my blood as I take the elevator to Jake’s floor. I rap twice on his door, then slide out of the way of the peephole, pressing my back to the wall and drawing my dagger from its sheath.
“Coming!” a deep male voice calls, the sound followed by a flurry of footsteps. He opens the door without a thought, and I can’t help but roll my eyes at his foolishness.
Jake peers out the door, too fucking stupid to even look to the side. He shrugs, then starts to pull the door closed, but I shoot my foot out, the tip of my leather boots stopping the door in its tracks.
Jake's eyes widen as he finally notices me, holding a hand over his chest as he looks me up and down. “Jesus. I didn’t notice you there.”
“So it seems.”
He raises a brow, causing his fluffy white robe to shift, exposing parts of himself I never wished to see again. “Is there something you need, or…?”
A malicious grin tugs at my mouth as I shove the door open, causing Jake to stumble back. He raises his hands with an alarmed expression, mirroring every step I take toward him with one back.
He slams into the wall at the far end of the room as I draw my blade from my pocket, unable to hide my merry smirk any longer. “You’re Jake Robinson.”
A statement, not a question—though the peon nods his head like it was. “That’s right. Who the fuck are you?”
I tilt my head, adjusting my grip on the handle. “Does it matter when you’ll be dead soon?”
Jake inhales a shuddering breath. “Look, man, I don’t want any trouble. So why don’t you take your creepy-ass smile and your knife and get the fuck out of my room before I call security?”
I take another step, my grin widening. “I don’t think you realize what’s happening here. I’m not the one who should be worried.”
We’re only a few feet apart now, and I take the time to really look at my victim. He’s not terribly attractive—but not ugly, either. The bulging muscles straining from the thin robe tell me he spends enough time in the gym, though even his physique isn’t that impressive.
He looks like a big toe.
The thought fills me with fury. This is the man who made her cum like that? This is the worm she allowed to touch her that way? The one she threw her head back for as he fucked her ass?
No longer. Sweet Seraphina belongs to me and only me. Anyone who dares to touch what is mine will meet the same fate.
I raise my dagger, ready to shove it through the piece-of-shit’s brain, when a thought comes to me. “ You. You’ve fucked her. Tell me what she likes.”
Jake balks, his eyes widening on the glinting blade of the dagger. “W-who? What are you talking about?”
I roll my eyes. “Seraphina Valez. You fucked her. You know what she likes when she’s being fucked. I want you to tell me.”
He shakes his head, his pupils blowing. “I don’t… I don’t?—”
“Tell me, or I’ll slit your throat now.” I twirl my dagger between my fingers, the glint in my eyes telling him I speak the truth.
He gulps, looking off to the side. “Seraphina… yeah, yeah, I remember her. She’s Ivan’s girl.”
“ Wrong answer.” I rush forward, pressing the edge of the blade to his neck and drawing pearls of blood to the surface of his pale skin. He gulps, raising shaky hands into the air.
“I-I’m sorry, man. I don’t know what you want from me. Ivan just told me he wanted to watch a few buddies fuck his girl. That’s all.”
His girl. The words echo through my mind, scraping the inside of my skull and filling me with enough rage to flood the fucking ocean. “What does she like, Jake ? I’m not going to ask again.”
His throat bobs as he looks toward the closed door at my back, a silent plea for someone to burst in and save him. But no one will.
“ Answer me!” I dig the blade deeper into his Adam’s apple.
“Fuck, I don’t know!” His chest rises and falls rapidly. “She… she liked when I bit her neck, I think. Oh, and there’s this little spot at the back of her ass that she just loves ? — ”
I drag my blade across his neck, a wet gurgling noise filling the air as Jake chokes on his own blood. He slumps to the floor with wide eyes, crimson pouring through the hands grasping at his neck. I spit, the taste of bile heavy in the back of my throat as I watch the life leave this square piece of shit.
“Too much detail.” I ram the blade through his right eye as rage crests in my veins. All the adrenaline leaves me as his body slumps to the floor, his mouth gaping and eyes glassy. Fuck. Too quick.
A growl rumbles through my chest as I yank the blade from his head, and I slash wildly at his face and torso, desperate to get rid of some of the bloodlust running through my veins. I hack and slice until his skin hangs from his bones in oozing strands, until his eyes are pulverized and his lips spread back to bare disgusting yellow teeth.
I carve his heart from his chest last. I leave it, warm and oozing in the palms of his hands like a gift. An offering to the gods above—the only ones who listen anymore. The gods of death.
I take one last look at my masterpiece—at the oozing heap that was once Jack Robinson—and a manic smile spreads my lips.
Two down, three to go.