Page 15 of Eternity of Horror
However, despite all my excitement, I find myself torn. Do I keep this a secret from Lilith and follow through with my original plan, or... bring her in? Reveal it all. I have never felt so close to another person, not since I was a child, and there is a growing part of me that really wants to harness that and see where it leads. I know there is always a way out, so one could say, 'What do you have to lose?' But having a way out doesn't mean she can’t fuck things up for me if, for some reason, she freaks out, and this all goes sideways.I don't want that.
Almost as if she could sense me thinking about her, my phone rings. Her name appears on the screen, and I smile at it. My pretty little fucked up princess. I answer as I walk through the exit of my haunt.
"I was just thinking about you," I say with a smile.
"Oh... um… hi. Were you? What were you thinking about, Daddy?" The timidness in her voice and the way she always seems like she's slightly afraid of me, makes my cock hard every single time.
"Wouldn't you like to know? Maybe you can fuck it out of me when you come to my place tonight," I say with a sly tone. We didn't have plans tonight, but I've already figured her out. When she just wants to chat, she texts. When she wants to meet up, she calls.
"I… wait..… to your place? I can come over to your place?" she says in a surprised tone. She's never been to my house before, and for good reason. Until very recently, it’s been filled with eitherdead or dying bodies. Some were hard to keep alive and quiet. But the house is empty now, freshly cleaned and ready for a visitor.
"Unless you don't want to...." I say in a teasing voice. Of course, I know she wants to.
"No, no, I mean yes, I mean... I would love to come over. Text me the time and address, and I’ll be there. Five minutes early probably, haha. Sorry." I can hear the nerves rattling her chin as she talks. I could beat off to how shy I make this girl, knowing that at any moment, she can turn into the filthiest little slut I have ever met.
"That's a good girl. I'll text it to you now. See you soon, princess." I hang up the phone before she can respond. A little abrasive, I know, but she likes me this way. I know she's sitting there with the phone to her ear, nothing on the other end, soaking the thin fabric of her underwear. I sniff the air, closing my eyes and remembering her scent. So sweet and damp and needy. Time to go get ready.
The sun died hours ago,and the night has swallowed up everything untouched by the moon's reflective glow. I hear my Corpse Queen pull up outside as I finish drying off from my shower. Five minutes early, just like she said. I smile as I patiently dress myself, allowing her nerves to build as she anticipates her entrance to where I rest my head each night. A soft chuckle taps at my chest as Ipicture her wiping the sweat from her palms down her pant legs, trying to convince herself to relax. I’m going to fucking break her in half tonight.
I stand near the door and wait for her to come to me. A gentle knock that’s almost too soft to make a sound lets me know she's finally on the other side. Grabbing the handle, I rip open the door, surprising her with a jump-scare. The way her scream sounds like it was ripped from her gut faster than her body could expel it and how she lunges back, pulling her hands up to her face, makes my heart very happy. "Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Osiris! I think I just peed a little!" she says, lightly swiping her fingers along the seam that runs up the center of her jeans. She definitely didn't anticipate me hearing that first knock. Scaring is in my blood, and I will take any chance I get to make somebody jump.
"Better not waste any of that golden nectar, princess. I got a fun night planned for us." I birth a wicked smile as I turn, extending my arm out to invite her inside. "Please, come in."
Lilith enters slowly, her head on a swivel as she looks around. The wooden door cries a high-pitched creak as I close it slowly behind us. Even the latch of the door is enough to make her jump again and turn back toward me. I remain still, my back to the door as I maintain the same wicked smile. "So... how long have you lived here?" she asks as she starts looking around again. No doubt taking inventory of the dated furniture, cobwebs, and layers of dust throughout the place.
"Not long. I needed a place and this one was… a steal. It's a roof over my head and a place to rest my bones. I know it isn't much to look at, but I'm not picky. It serves its purpose. Please, let me show you the rest of the house," I say as I step around her, my hand gently gliding across her lower back. The planks of wood that make up the floor are warped and audibly ache under each footstep.
I began giving her a tour of the place. just a rickety old house in the bowels of the forest that was forgotten about. Every town that rests in the middle of nowhere, off the beaten path, has a couple of properties like this. A place that, even if someone currently resides within, I can claim as my own, by will or by force. This cute little slice of hell still had its residents inside when I arrived. However, they were already dead. I'm not as traditionally educated on decomposition as Lilith, but my best guess is that the elderly couple who owned the place must have died at least a few months prior to me procuring it. Something about them reminded me of what little memory I have of my parents. The couples’ bodies are buried neatly in the backyard, side by side.
We carry on silently through the living room. I turn back to see her stepping toward the mantle of the fireplace, no doubt wanting to have a look at the knick-knacks that adorn it. Everything is old, even older than me. She’s certainly been in enough elderly homes, picking up their dead bodies, to know this isn't my stuff. I focus on her facial features for any signs of confusion or fear, but nothing rises to the surface. She turns back, catching me staring at her, and gives me a gentle smile. Ireach out and take her hand. "The previous owners suddenly moved away somewhere; they didn't need to take any of their stuff. So it was all left here. Come now, there’s more to see." I’m technically not lying. When her hand reaches into mine, it fills my stomach with an unfamiliar warmth.What an odd feeling. What does it mean?
We exit the living room and enter the kitchen. I don't know why, but I'm most excited about showing her the basement. I’ve spent time in her workshop and am a little giddy to show her mine. Granted, she has no idea what I do down there or the horrors that those walls have witnessed. Thus, bringing me back to my dilemma. I still don't know what I'm going to do about it. Ignoring my indecision, we walk around the small kitchen table and to the door that leads downstairs.
The stairs are draped in darkness as we stand at the top, peering down. The light is on over my desk, but that's around the corner and can’t be seen. There is no illumination over the pathway down. I look back at her and notice her eyeing the much newer locks I installed along the outside of the door. She turns back to me with the same little smile she gave in the living room. I smirk as I lead the way down the old creaky stairs.
“I like to spend a lot of time down here.” I tell her. “Every once in a while I like to… make things. The energy down here is just… so fitting,” I struggle to get out. I’m not great at being vague without sounding like it's intentional.
“It feels like death down here.” she states very matter-of-factly. I turn to face her as she slowly scans thewalls, no doubt noticing each stain and guessing correctly what it actually is. My palms start to lightly dampen with anxiety.Please, princess, I need you to continue that thought process so I know how you feel about it.“... I love it,” she finishes with a smile. I exhale a slow sigh of relief.
“Well, I suppose we both find comfort in death. I think that's what drew me to you,” I say as I reach up and gently grab her chin between my thumb and index finger. “That, and you’re fucking hot.” I smirk as she pulls her face away and hides her blushing cheeks.So cute.I’m so genuinely attracted to this woman. The contrast between her coy innocence and absolute hellish depravity is unmatched. I have never met a woman like her in my life, and I have a feeling I never will again.
I turn and walk to my desk before I let any more emotions fill my insides. “So, I think I have some sketches over here that I’ve made. I like to draw once in a while. Just some fun pictures of torture and mutilation. I think you’ll really like them.” I start sifting through papers when I glance up and notice she's next to a shelf where I keep a lot of my miscellaneous tools. But what her eyes have locked on is my trophy box. Her hand is reaching for it, and I panic.
“Don’t fucking touch that!” I growl out and stomp toward her like a killer about to create another victim. She jumps from the fright and bumps into the shelf, the box shifting near the edge. My hand slams on it just before it teeters off and falls on the ground. “Keep yourfucking hands to yourself unless I tell you it's ok to touch something. Have some fucking respect.” I seethe.
Her eyes well up with tears as I watch her teeth clench behind her cheeks. “Fuck you. I was just curious what was in it. You don't have to be so fucking mean,” she says with shaky breath, fighting back her tears.
“Well, you don't have to be so fucking…” Before I can finish, she turns away and starts walking toward the stairs to leave. “Wait. Where are you going? Don’t fucking walk away from me,” I growl. How fucking dare she walk away while I’m speaking to her?
By the time I catch up to her, she has already made her way up into the kitchen. The blood in my veins feels more like molten lava with the rage that's coursing through me. Before I realize what's happening, I reach around the front of her and forcefully grab her by the throat. In one fluid motion, I pick her up off the ground and slam her onto the kitchen table. With my right hand pinning her down, I pull the left back in a closed fist ready to bash those gorgeous eyes into her skull. Her screams are pinched off by the pressure of my grip on her vocal cords. Her eyes cut through me, and I freeze. That look… it…
Silence fills my ears. In a movie, this is the part where all movement is paused mid-action, and we’re sucked into a flashback. The one where I was just a kid, staring at my mother while Father had her pinned down. His fist pulled back, the same as mine, but he didn’t freeze. In the back of my mind I watch my mother’s face get destroyed, punch after punch, with his knuckleschanging the design of her beautifully crafted features like it was made out of clay, all in painful slow motion as I hold Lilith down in the very same position. I must have loosened my grip during my mini blackout because the shriek of her voice brings me right back to the moment in front of me.
“OSIRIS, PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!” She fights to get out around my hold. I lower my fist and ease up more on her neck.Fuck.
I lean in slowly, her fight to get me off simmering down as she fixates on my eyes. They are now drenched in a new emotion, like the rage was a balloon filled with regret that the memory of my mother just popped. She saw the shift in me, her struggle coming to a stop as the apology glazes over my glassy eyes. The words won't come out of my mouth, but she can see it, I’m so fucking sorry. There is a brief moment where we just stare into each other’s gaze, taking in this feeling, what just happened, and then, like a flash of lightning, our lips crash together.
I curl my fingers into the neck of her shirt and pull as hard as I can in opposite directions, tearing the fabric like tissue paper. A low growl rumbles from my chest as I pull my lips from hers and admire her young breasts. My hands glide down her peaks and to her tummy as I make my way to her pants, curling my fingers in and yanking them down. The force from my pull slides her near the edge of the table. She throws her arms back, grabbing the edge above her head to keep her from becoming airborne from the momentum. As soon as I get one of herlegs free from the confines of her jeans, I spin her body around and grab under her arms, pulling her until her head dangles off the table. Another flashback threatens to invade my brain.
