I reach for her hand, and she snatches it away.
“I’m not going back with you. Zack, you murdered a man. You used me. Hurt me.”
“You like to point out the fact that I killed him, but not once have you said I shouldn’t have done it. You didn’t shy away from fucking me next to his still warm corpse either. I think the violence turns you on.”
“That’s disgusting.” She tries to inch away from me, but notices how close she is to the water and stops.
“Tell me why, little sinner!”
“There’s nothing to tell! You’re on drugs, you’re seeing shit!”
I press my body to hers so she has no choice but to accept my presence. “Tell me why you don’t shy away from death, and then maybe this obsession I have for you will finally stop!”
Shit.
Am I obsessed or am I just high?
She’s staring at me with those stupidly big anime eyes. Why do I find them so pretty? I’ve never found anyone pretty or cute before.
Chloe’s become the only thing I can think about. All I want is to touch her, smell her, taste her. But I also want to ruin her for making me feel this way. She’s made tonight so much more difficult than it should be. I knew what I wanted to do. It was all so simple. I’d drop a few bodies, and then finally I’d find some peace. Yet here I am clinging onto life. Onto her life.
“What even is your end game? You’ve nowhere to go. You won’t get far without money or a phone. Unless you plan on whoring yourself out to every man you meet?” That thought has my nostrils flaring with rage.
“I’m nobody’s whore!” she sneers with aferocity that has my cock coming alive and steps forward, making me move back. “If anyone tries to hurt me again, I’ll kill them!” She shoves at my chest, and I grin with satisfaction. “I should have killed you when I had the chance just like I did to—” Her jaw goes slack.
“You killed someone?”
She quickly shakes her head. “No, I didn’t mean that. I-I?—”
My brain’s foggy, but the pieces of her floating around in there are starting to become so much clearer. “That’s why you were so desperate for a ride.”
She swallows.
“I’m right.” I can’t help but feel more than a little smug that I’ve got her. “What a gift you are. The more I unwrap you the better you get.” I pinch her chin lightly and brush my thumb over her lips. She doesn’t move.
“I’m not a monster like you.”
I scoff and roll my eyes. She can see me as the villain if she likes. I don’t have to explain myself to her.
“Maybe you’re not a monster, but you are my little sinner, and you’re coming with me.” Leaning in close, I brush my lips over hers. She lets out a shaky sigh. “I want to see how far I can make you fall.”
A laugh in the near distance has both our heads snapping to the side. It must be those campers. I’m surprised it took them this long to get here.
I watch Chloe closely to see how she’ll react. A few seconds pass, and she doesn’t make a sound.
“You’re not going to scream for help?” I ask, more curious than ever.
“If I do that, you’ll kill them.”
“Most likely. I’m sure they’d love to try and take youfrom me, have a taste of what I’ve been devouring, and I can’t have that.”
“Not all men are like you or that man at the gas station or…They can’t be.” She goes quiet, and a pitiful shadow casts over her face.
“Really? Not all men? You can’t seriously believe that. Then again, if you are a sheltered little nun, you probably have no idea what the world is truly like.” I stroke my knuckles over her cheek. “Shall we put them to the test? See who’s right?”
“No! There have to be good people in the world otherwise what’s the point?”
I take a few steps back, and she looks more panicked than ever.
