Obsession

by Harleigh Beck

“Your girl went out for dinner last night. Fancy as shit restaurant.” My girl…

Like a brat, she went out with her coworker despite me telling her not to.

Rule number five: Always park near a lamppost.

And just like that, I want to see her. I need to see her.

I need to see her and hear the slight shake in her voice when I hold her gaze hostage.

Screw the fucking needle, this is a true death. This is torture.

“You’re not the boss of me,” she states boldly, and damn if my dick doesn’t swell when her voice wobbles at the end.

“Let’s see,” I whisper, bringing our palms and fingers flush. “The thought of him having the pleasure of your company taunts me every time I close my eyes.” “So don’t close your eyes.”

I snatch it back, not ready to let her go just yet. She soon melts back into my touch, sliding her fingers through mine.

“I think about you, Savannah. I like that I’m not alone with my thoughts late at night.”

“No one gets to touch you, Savannah. No one gets to so much as imagine you naked and needy.”

“You can’t slaughter everyone who fantasizes about me.” “Watch me.”

“You truly are a monster.” “At least I would offer him the mercy of death. Eventually.”

“Would you show such mercy, Savannah?” When her eyes grow glassy with tears, I continue. “Let me rephrase that. Did you show such mercy?”

Rule number six: Don’t think you’re safe because you know the person in front of you. Familiarity doesn’t equal security.

There, on the top step, like a pool of bright red blood against the white powdery snow, lies a single rose.

We’re much more alike than I dare to admit to myself.

“No matter what you have done, Robbie, you’re still a human. You grew up knowing nothing but cruelty. Of course, I cry.”

“I don’t think you’re crying for me, Savannah.”

“You’re crying for yourself. My truth circles yours, speaking the same language as the pain I see in your eyes. You’re drowning.”

“We’re way past that. I trust you so much that I’d let you approach me on a darkened road. I am that nice girl who would agree to help you carry whatever shit you need to the car because you pretend you’re injured. Remember that time when you approached a girl with a cane, pretending you were blind and fucking lost? Yeah, I would have helped you too. I. Trust. You.”

Maybe I’m too late, but I’m holding young Robbie’s hand now. He was never alone, and you”—he points a finger at me—“are not alone now either.”

“Here’s the thing. I am a monster, Needham. If I see something I want, I steal it.

“She’s in here, driving me fucking crazy. There’s nothing I won’t do. No lengths I won’t go… I will make her mine.”

“It’s good to see your fire again, Hammond. She’s bringing you back to life.”

Call me adventurous or just stupid.

“Let me get this right. You want to be alone with a serial killer? A man who gets off on murdering women in cold blood? Damn…” He chuckles, walking closer. “Are you another crazy fangirl who sends him nudes?”

Why is it that I always find myself cornered like this by men?

Gross. Fucking gross, but I can’t back out now. If I have to suck this man’s dick to gain the trust of another, well then… I’ve done worse.

“See you soon, Officer.” Barf.

I might pass out from anxiety soon, but I’m also strangely excited and aroused by the idea of having Hammond to myself.

“Hammond is grumpy today because his routine has changed now that Jameson has been executed.” There’s no missing the amusement in Officer Miller’s voice. “A little bit of fucking notice would be nice,”

“What. Did. You. Do?” Robbie growls so quietly and viciously that I almost shrink back.

I’m so fucking alive at this moment, and it dawns on me that I’ve been dead until now and never tasted the flavor of life.

His chin jerks to his handcuffs but soon snaps back to my fingers when I show him the small key I stole from Officer Miller’s pocket. His dark chuckle is all sex, and I bite my lip in response.

“It depends,” he replies, his voice gruff. “What deal did you strike with Miller?” My smile is innocent, and he narrows his eyes. “That’s not for you to worry about.”

He shoves my skirt up to my waist and growls low in his throat. So…I didn’t put on panties this morning.

“Fuck me,” he whispers, wrenching my quivering thighs apart and staring at my pussy. “You’re going to be the death of me…” “You’re the killer here, Robbie. So ruin me.”

“Rule number seven…” His gruff voice whispers over my clit. “Don’t ever trust a condemned killer.”

“If you let him touch you, I won’t be held responsible for what happens next. I already have a death sentence hanging over my head, and they can’t kill me twice.”

“I had to show you I trust you. That came at a price, Hammond.” A vicious growl rumbles in his chest, and he bares his teeth, but I don’t fear him. Not anymore.

“You have a choice, ma’am. I’ll gladly burn the world down for you. And I will, without a second’s hesitation. Now, the question is, do you want to burn it to the ground?”

And considering how she dolled herself up, I have no doubt about the methods she used to get Miller to sign his death sentence with a smile.

If I know my little Savannah, there’s a slumbering monster inside her that just needs a little poke to wake up for a fucking feast of a lifetime.

Before I kill him, I’m going to sever those fingers. That’s for fucking sure.

Does he think he can touch my woman without consequences?

That makes me the most dangerous inmate on death row, but I won’t act unless Savannah gives me the go-ahead.

I’ve killed for less. She should realize that.

“Hey, Miller!” Turning my head a fraction, I let a feral smile reveal my true nature—every flickering shadow and nightmare crawling forward to claim the quivering fear in his eyes. “See you soon.”

“Surely, you have some self-preservation. He’ll hurt you if you touch me.”