I don’t say a word as I begin to play with my abuser. I don’t understand what’s happening, but the Gods were nice enough to serve him up on a silver platterafter all, and I’m not one to ignore a gift. There’s no more second-guessing anymore. Each movement is calculated and cold.
I make quick work of the remaining empty space on his skin, every slash dragging me down deeper and deeper into this fucked up moment. My core tightens, and I can feel my thighs getting wetter with each drop of blood escaping his body.
Am I fucking turned on right now?
Instead of shying away from the feeling, I lean into it. Focusing on the friction between my legs and Tyler’s thigh with every river of blood I create. I can hear his screams turning to wet gurgles.
I hope he chokes on his blood.
My finger traces through the sticky red substance as I continue to ride Tyler’s leg. I slip away again for just a second, my mind becoming a blank mess.
Coming back to reality moments later, my attention is drawn to the bloody symbol now scrawled across Tyler’s chest. A crescent moon atop an upside-downcross. It’s familiar, but I can’t place where I know it from.
My arms rise above my head on their own, hands grasping onto something above me. I try to resist but whatever has this hold on me is fucking strong.
“Ahhhh!” I screech, trying my best to stop my body and make it listen.
But it doesn’t halt, and honestly, I’m not sure if I want it to.
Every squirm, every movement I make brings me a step closer to my ending as my thighs begin to tighten beneath me. I try to focus on my arms despite my body’s continued assault on Tyler's leg, but it’s no use.
My thighs tremble and tighten. My arms are trying even harder now to force themselves down.
“Fuu-fuuucccckkkkkkkk” I hiss out, my body folding in on itself, the invisible force finally releasing its hold on me.
I scream out as myorgasm washes over me, my vision goes white, and I can see tiny little stars dancing behind my eyelids.
As I come down from the haze, my eyes follow the blood trails across Tyler’s body. That’s when I notice my hands are gripping a knife engraved with symbols along its long curved handle.
A knife that is currently lodged in my abuser’s chest.
What the fuck have I just done.
CHAPTER 9
Ronan
He touched her.
That son of a bitch touched her– and I let him live?
Fuck.
I should’ve just finished the job, but she needs me. She may not know it yet, but I’ll make sure she understands soon enough.
My perfect little nightmare came into my dreams at just the right time, and I'm not going to let her drift away that easily.
I can still hear the blood pulsing in my ears as I pull into the driveway of my townhome. Grabbing myshit, I run upstairs to my motherboard as I like to call her.
The motherboard is where I play all my games and stream. When I’m not streaming, I may or may not have picked up a couple of tips and tricks on how to keep track of someone’s movements.
Look. I never said I was a good guy, okay?
I power her up, a soft thrum of electricity filling the room as the glow from the screens brings me out of the darkness. The last place I saw her was at the skatepark, so that’s where I begin my search.
Following her car through town is easier than expected. Just had to hack into a couple of business cameras until I found the right ones. Lucky for me, most people are just dumb enough not to change their passwords when they get new WiFi, which makes this even easier.
Once I have her address, I can feel the weight of unease slowly lift off my shoulders.
