Yep, you’re cooked.
“Shut your fucking mouth and let me have this.” I curse to myself, grabbing my dick harder, pulling on it like I could tug him out from inside me with a good yank.
Ha ha ha ha ha! Go ahead and try. I’m here for good. You know that. But go ahead, have your fun for now. Just don’t come crying to me when all this blows up in our faces.
“My face, not ours!” I yell out loudly, my words echoing off the white tile walls around me, disappearing into the rush of the spray that flows across me and down the drain.
How many feelings can one man have at the same time, is what I ask myself and the voice in my head as I stroke myself hard, too hard. I’m angry withhim, I’m horny for her, and I’m confused at myself. I’m lost in the swirling thoughts and images in my head, tugging and pulling on my dick until a sharp pain stabs my cock.
Looking down, my shaft is bright red with little red streaks. I’ve rubbed myself raw. It hurts, a deep burning sensation that gets worse as I run my palm against it more, and I imagine that’s what it would feel like to have my dick set aflame. With a deep guttural chuckle, I grab myself tighter and stroke harder, feeling it sear under my aggressive touch.
“Fuck!” I growl loudly, going faster, trying to stroke away everything in my head, but it’s not working.
He’s cackling louder the harder I go, mocking me, echoing in my brain. My monster, my alter ego, my…me is insane.
That makes you insane, you freak.
“No. No. No!”
Yes, yes, yes! You can’t escape it. You were already mad, and this obsession with her has made you go off the deep end.
“I just want to fucking enjoy something, and someone!”
Is she really the angel you make her out to be? She folded really quick. Fucking the man who she saw murder someone. That’s not normal.
“I saved her.” I grunt, pulling and rubbing harder and faster, making it hurt badly.
I’m punishing my physical body for the mental nightmare going on in my head. It’s excruciating, with the water offering no lubrication, just more heat to burn me more and more.
“I saved her, and she thanked me.” I cry out, my eyes tearing up, my palm turning red. “She’s…”
She’s gonna tell. It’s all a ruse to make you feel at ease, then she’s gonna call the cops. She knows your name; she’s seen your face. You left your DNA in her.
“No. She wouldn’t. We shared something. We have something.” I say, my cries turning into wails as his words sink into my core. He might be right. She could get me arrested. My fucking cum was still in her when I left.
Watch her, or better yet, take her. Throw her out like the rest of the trash. Do it.
“No.”
Do it!
“No! No! No!” I scream, yanking one last time on my cock, feeling the skin tear and the blood drip across my knuckles as I erupt with a spray of cum that coats the pristine white tile of the shower.
I’m spent, my body is on fire, and my mind goes numb. His voice fades away, and I’m left alone, utterly alone, confused, and more insane than ever. He’s never argued with me before, taking on a separate entity entirely.
“I really have gone mad.”
Chapter
Eleven
It’s been three days. Three long days and nights of nothing but one fire after another, and hours spent sitting outside Phoenix’s apartment when I should be sleeping and recovering. I’m a mess, a complete mess of thoughts, both irrational and rational, and they fight each other more and more with each passing second.
She’s gone to school, work at the student library, and to the bodega on the corner for meals, and that’s it. There have been no journeys to the police station, and no cops knocking on her door, at least not while I’ve been watching. Things seem okay, but the voice in my head still cackles at me, warning me that the police are coming for me, that she sold me out. I don’t want to believe him.
The night breeze is fresh on my face as I sit in the dark around the corner on my bike. The engine is off, and I blend into the parked cars well enough so that she won’t see me even if she walks right past. I don’t want that to happen though, because I’m fighting the urge every second of every trip here not to go knock on her door, bully my way inside and take her in my arms and on my cock.
I’m becoming more obsessed the longer I sit in silence, watching through her side windows, seeing her in there in the golden light doing whatever she does when she’s alone. I’m hard in my jeans when she comes to the window and looks out. I almost swear she’s looking at me, but there’s no way she can see. The street lamps are too far away, and I’m hidden, like the predator I am, hunting her from the shadows. Only, I don’t want to attack and eat her like a lion, I want to take her and make her mine, all mine.
