“N-no p-p-please no!” Her sobs intensify, if that’s even possible.
“Why not? Shouldn’t we test to see if the treatment worked properly?” I tilt my head down at her and reach into my pocket for the black silk panties Sloane left in her room. Pushing them to my nose, I inhale her perfectly unique scent as my other hand tugs on my cock. The woman beneath me is shaking so bad that the table beneath us is rocking, and I haven’t even started yet. “Be a dear and hold on to these for me, yeah?” I lean down and stuff the panties into her gaping mouth to quiet her cries as I push into her pussy to the hilt. The blood from her incision eases my way, and the euphoric feeling goes straight to my balls. As her sobs rock her body, adding to the intensity of the feeling, her walls squeezing me like a vise, trying to push me out. I thrust into her like a madman, imagining that it’s Sloane’s weeping face beneath me. Her big brown eyes are full of tears; they slide down her rosy cheeks as her lips part in terror and lust. I know she’d love it just as much as she hates it, and with that last thought I’m coming into Sadie’s pussy with a deep groan, her muffled scream breaking me from my delicious illusion.
I stay there for a moment, buried deep into her warm pussy while I catch my breath before reaching up and grabbing the panties from her mouth. “You’re disgusting!” She seethes at me, her eyes full of anger as she spits up at me and misses by several inches.
My cock slides out of her used-up cunt, a chuckle breaking free from my chest while I hop down from the table. I use Sloane’s panties to clean up the blood and come from my dick before tucking them both back into my scrubs. “Well, Sadie, looks like Dr. Halstead did a stand-up job on your treatment. You take care now!” I give her a smile and a wave as I walkout the door just as the female nurse enters with the first aid supplies.
Iwake up the next morning covered in sweat, and my chest is heaving like I had just run a mile. Technically in my dreams I did. The image of Kole’s face as he chased me through the woods at night is still strong in my mind. The knife that he clutched in his fist gleamed in the moonlight, emphasizing his sinister intentions. His smirking face was the last thing that played on repeat in my mind before I jolted awake. I wipe my hands down my face in an attempt to soothe my frazzled mind. My hands are clammy, adding to the sweat soaking my forehead. Theapartment is quiet, none the wiser to the terrible dream that I had. With a huff, I climb out of bed to stand and stretch out my stiff limbs. An odd feeling is resting on my chest, almost as if my body is waiting for the other shoe to drop. Padding quietly to the door, I check the handle, and it’s still locked from last night. My brows furrow with confusion while I unlock it to step out into the hallway. A cold chill skitters up my spine as I make my way to the kitchen in search of coffee, which I spy as soon as I round the corner. It takes no time at all to grind up the beans and brew my cup of morning go-go juice.
Leaning back against the counter, I sip at my steaming cup of joe, almost moaning at the decadent taste as it zooms through my veins. I look around the kitchen, admiring again how beautiful it is, a smile floating across my lips before turning into a frown. Memories of last night flit through my head, how angry Kole was just because I wouldn’t eat the spinach he had put on my plate. When he stuck his fingers down my throat, I thought I was going to die of embarrassment. His rough voice scolded me; the deep baritone went straight to my core. My thighs rub together at the memory, and I scold myself as I dump the rest of my coffee down the drain. Kole is not hot, and he sure as hell isn’t worth me getting worked up over. Just to spite him, I leave the dirty mug in the sink, not even bothering to wash it out. I head back to my room, locking the door behind me out of habit and heading towards the bathroom. I stop short when an uneasy feeling zips through my chest again.
Walking into the bathroom, I flip on the light; the display lying in pieces in front of me has me frozen. I just stand there staring at the shredded-up fabric on the countertop and the neatly folded outfit next to it. My heart races in my chest, breathing becoming choppy as the fear inside me increases with each passing second. I reach out to touch the fabric, finally realizing it was the outfit that I had set out last night. “Whatthe hell…” I say into the empty room, my mind reeling with the knowledge that Kole was in my room again. My eyes dart over the counter and mirror before I spy another sticky note stuck in the center of it. Like a yellow beacon of terror that is beckoning me forward. Slowly I peel the note off the glass, thinking that if I’m slow, then the words will be less terrible. Scribbled across the paper in his impeccable handwriting are words that I have to read multiple times until they take root in my brain.
I know what your pulse feels like when you’re lost in your dreams, oblivious to the dangers lurking in the dark. You’re the most perfect obsession I’ve ever had.
The little piece of paper that holds such big words floats from my fingertips and falls to the floor. My chest tightens painfully, my breaths come out in rapid bursts, as my vision blurs at the edges. “No no no.” I chant softly as I slide down to the floor, my back against the door and knees pulled up to my chest. Sweat starts to pool along my neck and forehead, my hands becoming slick while they clutch my knees. In an attempt to stop myself from hyperventilating, I search the room for five things that I can see and say them out loud to help ground me. By the time I get down to one thing I can taste, my tongue sweeps out against my dry, cracked lips, but the only thing that comes back is despair.
I push to my feet, and my knees threaten to buckle under me, forcing me to grab onto the countertop. Taking a deep breath, I push away and walk towards my nightstand to pick up my phone. Scrolling through my contacts, I hover over Cassie’s name before clicking on Alyssa instead, creating a new text thread.
“Hey, it’s Sloane. Are you busy today?” My foot taps against the floor while I wait impatiently for a response.
“Sloane, hey girl! Nope, in fact I’m pretty bored. Want to come over?” The suspicious eyes emoji follows her words making a short laugh escape me.
“Yes, please.” I type back before rushing to my dresser, pulling out a pair of black joggers and an old high school T-shirt. Go Warthogs or whatever. Hopping on one foot towards the door, I manage to get my socks on without face planting and then stuff my feet into a pair of shoes. I grab my keys and leave without a second glance, heading straight to Alyssa’s door, my fist pounding on the wood. When she doesn’t answer straight away, I knock again, my fist almost knocking her in the face as the door swings open quickly.
“Wow, that was quick!” She says with a chuckle before ushering me inside and towards her living room.
I plop down on one end of the couch while she sits on the other end; we both sit in awkward silence until I break it with a butcher knife.
“Tell me what you know about Kole.” Alyssa’s head whips towards me and she bursts out laughing until she realizes I’m dead serious.
“We’re pulling out the big guns today, I see. Look, I’m going to need a drink if we’re going to do this.” She heaves out a sigh before heading towards the kitchen and out of sight. My hands wring together on my lap in front of me until she pushes a glass of wine into them. Wasting no time, I chug the contents down, not even caring it’s only 11am. “Damn, girl.” Her eyes are wide as she watches me over the top of her own glass. She takes one big gulp and then starts to speak, “Okay, look, I don’t know a lot about him, but I do know a few things.” She swallows another big gulp of wine before continuing. “Did you know that he had a roommate before you?” Her eyebrow hitches as she waits for meto answer, to which I shake my head. “Yep. Her name was Bailey; she was really nice, and to this day I still don’t understand why she was staying with Kole. She started seeing this guy, and after a week she… Well, she, uh… Crap. I don’t know how to say this without it sounding terrible, so I’m just going to rip the bandaid off. She died.” Alyssa throws back the rest of her wine, gulping it down as I stare at her in shock.
“What do you mean she died?”
“Just that, Sloane. One day she was alive, and the next day she wasn’t.” Her shoulders shrug up and down like it’s no big deal. “She went out with her boyfriend one night and never came back.”
“If she never came back, then how do you know that she died? Maybe she just moved?”
Alyssa starts to laugh like I just told the funniest joke she’s ever heard. “No way! Kole wasobsessedwith her. There is no way he would just let her move out, and honestly I’m surprised he even let her go on dates with that other guy anyway. Kole was always by Bailey’s side; they did everything together. Sometimes it made me wonder if she was suffocating, you know? The last day that I saw her, she and Kole got into this big screaming match in the hallway. I watched them through my peephole; don’t look at me like that!” She reaches over and slaps my arm with a laugh. “Anyways, they were yelling at each other, and Bailey looked genuinely scared… I thought about calling 911, but before I could pull my phone out she was already running towards the elevator, and he went back into his apartment. After that I didn’t see him leave again, and she never came back…” She drifts off, sadness seeping into her expression. “I saw her obituary online a few days after I had seen her last, and then a few weeks after that her family came to move her things out.” She’s staring at the floor as she tips her glass up to drink and realizes it’s all gone. Without a word she grabs both of ourglasses to refill them and pushes the now full glass back into my hands.
“Did you know Bailey very well?” I question before I take a sip of my newly filled wine glass.
“Honestly, I didn’t know her very well. I’ve talked to you more than I ever did her, Sloane. She never seemed interested in holding a conversation with me, and when Kole was around, she never dared to say anything.” Alyssa tips her glass back, chugging the contents, and looks over at me with glassy eyes. “I should’ve done something…” She drifts off, and I can feel the guilt she’s feeling like a boulder is sitting on my own chest.
“It’s okay, Alyssa. You couldn’t have known what was going to happen.” I scoot over to her on the couch and wrap my arms around her shoulders, hugging her close. “It’s not your fault.” Her hands come up to wrap around my back in a tight squeeze, and when she pulls away, she swipes away a few tears from her cheeks.
“I know, it just sucks. I saw the signs, but didn’t do anything about it when I could have.” She shakes her head, her blonde hair fanning around her like a curtain. “Are you okay? Like living with Kole, I mean?” Her eyes look up at me quizically, and I don’t have the guts to give her the truth, so I opt for the easiest lie I can tell her.
“Yeah, everything is going fine.” I muster up a smile, but she looks at me in disbelief. “I mean it, I’m fine.” I give her a small laugh before continuing on, “If something happens, I’ll let you know, okay?”
“Pinky promise?” She holds her pinky out with a serious face. “Pinky promises are sacred; you can’t break those.” Her eyes narrow, and she reaches down to hook my pinky with hers, forcing me into a promise that I’m not sure I can actually keep.
“I pinky promise.” I say with a soft smile on my face but dismay in my heart. “Thank you for taking the time to talk to metoday; it’s been a rough morning, nightmares and all.” I laugh it off with a wave of my hand before standing up and setting my wine glass back onto the coffee table. “I better get going; I have some errands I need to run.” She walks me to the door and gives me a hug, her arms tightening around me like a boa constrictor.
“I mean it, Sloane, please come to me if something is wrong, okay?” I give her the most enthusiastic “I will” that I can conjure up and walk back to my apartment. As soon as the door shuts behind me my back slides down it until my ass hits the fancy tiled floor, and our conversation is replaying in my head.
“She died… One day she was alive, and the next day she wasn’t…”
