Two/faceđź—ˇ
For someone who’s been through a traumatic event, Summer’s lack of awareness of her surroundings fucking infuriates me. Without even turning the lights on or checking the suite first, she didn’t notice me sitting in her living room or even notice the cigarettes being smoked. I will punish her for being so blasé. I thought that after what she had been through, she would at least try to protect herself in some way.
I know she’s seen the purse placed on the dresser, and I thought she could probably do with it, but at the same time, I like the idea of fucking with her. The gasp that escaped those rosy, pink, plump lips left me hard, causing a smirk to creep across my face. Whether it’s the head injury or lack of concern for her safety, she’s been asleep for an hour or so, leaving me to watch her from the corner of the room.
Slumped in the chair, I watch as her chest slowly rises and falls. In complete silence, I glide through the room, placing myself on the edge of her bed, still watching her peacefully sleep. She’s blissfully unaware of the demon that’s watching.
While I know it’s wrong, I can’t help myself. I watched her in the shower earlier as the water cascaded over her tanned skin and slipped over those perfect curves. I knew I wanted her more than when I first saw her. But right now, I need to know where those bruises came from. They’re not fresh, and I want to know if I should cut someone’s hands off and feed them to the cunt who dare put their hands on what will be mine.
The guy from the alley was just a local paid thug. He didn’t know who paid him or so he claimed. He was just contacted yesterday by an unknown number, shown a photo of Summer and was told where to find her. I knew he was lying, but I didn’t really need or want his clarification. I can find that out on my own.
I feel the white-hot anger simmering under the surface, and I gently graze the back of my hand over her cheek. A smile tugs at my lips as she slightly twitches and her eyes slowly open. I see the peacefulness escape as her gaze lands on me. When her eyes widen with recognition and fear, I slam my hand over her mouth with force, leaning in closely, my voice calm and low.
“You won’t scream, Summer. If you do, I will punish you. Do you understand me?”
I watch her fear of the mask replaced with a confused familiarity and a flicker of curiosity. After a moment, she nods, and her rigid body relaxes slightly. Removing my hand, a mere whisper escapes.
“I saw you.” Her voice is breathy, yet she doesn’t appear too surprised.
“You did.” I confirm.
“The police didn’t mention the mugger…..What did you do to him?”
Summer speaks quietly, her eyes refusing to meet mine as she looks away.
“I think we both know he wasn’t a mugger, Summer.”
Her eyes instantly snap to mine, her brow furrows processing my words. I watch as the cogs turn in her head before her eyes widen again. Scrambling back towards the headboard, the fear is back.
“What did you do?” She asks again in a shaky voice.
“I did what any sane person would do when someone places their hands on something that’s not theirs.”
She swallows hard, staring as the duvet bunched at her waist. Her bouncy tits are constricted by a tiny tank top as they rise and fall with each breath. I watch intently as she lets out a deep sigh, which is weighing heavy on her soul.
“You killed him?”
A slight chuckle escapes my throat, reaching out and cupping her chin. Bringing her entire focus back to me.
“Of course I did. I took him with me, I cut off his fingers one by one, and then once he told me who he was…..I fed them to him. Because he touched what was already mine, I made sure that wouldn’t be possible again.”
Her jaw falls open as her body begins to shake, the shock and fear in her eyes bringing an overwhelming happiness to my dark soul. I continue to smile under the mask that she sees.
“What do you want from me?”
Reaching out, I gently tuck a piece of hair behind her ear as she continues to sit as close to the headboard as possible. Exposing that angel-like face once again in the New York moonlight, there’s no denying her beauty. Bracing myself from the bed, I stand over her, leaning in. This time, my voice sinister and full of warning.
“You’ll find out soon enough, Summer. I’ll get the answers I want from you.” Craning her neck to look at me, her eyes water slightly as the fear remains etched across her features. Softening my tone, I continue. “But for now, you need some rest.”
Pushing myself from the bed and turning away, I leave the suite. With the vibration from my pocket, I pull my phone out, studying the message. My scowl soon replaced with a smirk.
Duty calls.