Beauty, welcome to the dark world of the Beast.
In case you've been living under a rock Cassandre Dayne and I have been collaborating and alternately posting the beginning of what will no doubt become our newest book. I started it right here and then it went to Cass for part 2, then back to me and so on and so forth. This is the FIFTH installment. If you missed any of the earlier parts you can read 1 and 3 below, and 2 and 4 at Cass's blog here: http://cassandredayne.wordpress.com/2014/06/14/evil-lurking-in-the-shadows-iv/
Now, without further bullshit I give you:
Evil Lurking in the Shadows
Part V
“Honey.
There is no God, only the sweet peace of death,” I could hear his words inside
my head like a shadow of my own thoughts. He whispered with sexual need so deep
I nearly felt sorry for him. “God I adore you.”
I knew he
wasn’t talking to her. Not just another fan, this man was something else. An
unwilling coconspirator. No. Not unwilling. Just… reluctant. I could turn him.
I could show him the way. All I would have to do is unlock the door and hold
out my hand.
I don’t know
why I was so interesting in corrupting my voyeur but something about this
strange partnership was exciting. It was like fucking your wife while a
stranger watched. It was a deeply private act intruded upon by an outside force
the result of which somehow becomes more exciting and personal for the invasion.
Besides, I’ve been engaged in the solitary act of writing for so long now it
was nice to collaborate with someone.
I had
grabbed this little whore outside a nightclub in one of the seedier sections of
town. She didn’t belong there. Her friends had abandoned her for one reason or
another and when she left the club to search for a cab I quickly stepped in.
Why would she consider the handsome older man a threat? I smiled at her with
perfect teeth and opened the door to my hundred thousand dollar sports car. She
didn’t need to know it would most likely be repossessed in a week. It only took
a moments deliberation before the little tart decided I was less of a threat
than the four black kids standing on the street corner passing a 40 ounce
bottle of malt liquor back and forth and loudly talking about how fat her ass was.
“Thanks,”
she sank into the leather and glanced around the interior of the car. Her face
was lit up by the bright red instrument cluster and gave her pale skin an
unnatural hue. “I don’t know where my friends went and they aren’t answering
their phones.”
“Bitches,” I
pulled away from the curb with a low chuckle. I kept my voice a little deeper
than normal and spoke nice and slow. “I’m sure they have their reasons but why
bother trying to find out what they are now? We can have fun without them. I
have a house on the water and my bar is stocked.”
“I don’t
even know you,” she smiled shyly. Her eyes shone neon green and when she sucked
her lower lip in and bit it gently between perfect teeth I knew I had her. “What
kind of girl would I be if I just went to some stranger’s house?”
“The kind
who knows how to have a good time,” I looked at her long enough to wink. “But
if you’re not comfortable with going back to my place and having a drink with
the man who just saved you from a quartet of gang-bangers then I’d be happy to
drop you off wherever you like.”
“You did
save me back there,” her head tilted down and she looked up at me through big,
blinking eyes. “It would be rude if I didn’t at least hang out with you a
little while.” Her hand slid along the supple leather of my car. I could see
her trying to figure out how much it cost.
“Sounds like
a plan,” my blinker came on and I headed towards my house. This girl didn’t
know she was going to end up there one way or another and she didn’t have to. “And
as soon as you want to leave just say the word and I’ll call you a cab.”
I had been
out hunting for three hours when I found her. The need to kill was growing, the
urging to cut and slice like some burrowing insect underneath my skin. More
than that was the intellectual curiosity of this strange connection I had with
the other man. The cop. The fallen hero. I found it strange that I should know
so much about someone I had never met. I knew things about him no one else did.
I had looked directly into his very essence and found him lacking the very same
necessary components as I. The only difference was that I embraced my demons
and he sought to drown them out with alcohol and false bravado.
I needed to
kill tonight not so I could satiate my own urges but so that I could corrupt
and manipulate this soul teetering on the edge of oblivion. I thought I could
open and close the portal we shared at my own whims and needed to test my
theories out. So far the only time we were connected was when my mind was lost
in the fever dream of carnage. My last murder was spectacular but somehow I
lost the connection at a pivotal moment. I could still him screaming in my head
but the visual was gone. Glass broke and he cursed and screamed. He needed more
but I had failed to give it. Tonight would be different I was sure. I’d give my
solitary audience all he could handle and shove him screaming and cumming over
the edge into an oblivion so deep nothing of him would ever escape.
I brought
the girl back to my house. We came inside and I poured her a drink and spoke
calmly and told her all the things she wanted to hear. She was beautiful. She
was smart. She was funny and interesting. I told her the friends that left her
behind were idiots and she was easily the most engaging and beautiful woman I
had ever met. When I kissed her for the first time I could feel her body melt
into mine and within seconds out clothes were being ripped free of hungry
bodies and she dropped to her knees.
I don’t know
her name. In truth I never asked and don’t really care. When she took my cock
into her mouth I moaned and pulled her hair back, holding her head steady while
I fucked the ravenous hole. She liked it. Her body responded quickly and completely
and she submitted to me without any further provocation.
I took a
handful of hair, withdrew my hardness, and lifted her to her feet. I bent her
over my couch and smacked her ass hard enough to leave a bright red hand print
on the porcelain skin. She yelped and tried to turn her head but I buried her
head in the soft pillows and entered her with savage force. While I fucker her
from behind I pulled her hair and fingered her ass. I pulled both hands behind
her back and held her wrists, pulling her back into me until I thought one of
her shoulders would dislocate. I smacked her again and again with growing
intensity until the beautiful white ass was covered in welts from my hands. I
dug my fingers into her hips and spread her cheeks apart to reveal the tight
knot of muscle waiting to be penetrated.
My cock was
soaked with her orgasms when I pushed into her ass. She whimpered and tried to
move away but the couch wouldn’t allow her the motion. I whispered to her
saying it would be okay, the pain would go away and soon enough it did. She
pushed back into me and growled with voracious pleasure as I reached around her
body and squeezed a tit. She yelled out filthy words until I withdrew, flipped
her over, and pushed my hardness back inside. My mouth closed over one breasts,
the tight nub of her nipple finding my teeth as I shoved into her with reckless
need.
Finally I
could take no more and pulled my throbbing dick from her. I quickly grabbed her
hair and forced her back onto her knees. She immediately sucked my full length
into her mouth and swallowed my orgasm. My knees were shaking as she got to her
feet and leaned against the back of the couch.
“That was so
much more fun than hanging out with my friends,” her voice was husky and tired.
“I’m glad I…”
I moved past
her. In one quick motion my body snapped at the hips and my fist swung a
violent arc that connected my fist with the side of her head. Her jaw was open
and I caught her perfectly. She was unconscious before her body collapsed onto
the floor.
“I’m glad
too darling,” my smile was a maniac’s grin that could easily bifurcate my head.
“You have no idea how glad I am.”
She was
small and light but dead weight is hard to manage. I struggled to hold her body
against my roughly hewn cross and tie the wires around her ribs. Her head hung
low and lulled from side to side as I worked. Red hair hung over her swelling
face and obscured her beauty but that gorgeous body was on display for me to
enjoy. Soon enough it would be for both of us. Me and my secret friend.
I tightened
the wires and made sure they remained just under her breasts before spreading
her arms and wrapping both wrists. I tied her neck and both legs. When I was
done I took a step back and regarded my handiwork. I was getting much better at
this. The cross looked better than my earlier attempts. The wires were a better
way to go than duct tape for what I had planned later.
I removed
the knife from my work table and regarded it. So beautiful, so expensive, and
so deadly. It would wait for the connection to open. Right now I had more
pedestrian tools to play with. I regarded the plyers and skipped over them in
favor of the ice pick.
The girl
came to as I pierced the meat of her left breast. The confusion in her eyes
made me laugh. It was going to be such a wonderful evening.
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