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Red Mask’s fingers circle a baseball bat that’s resting nonchalantly on his shoulder. Green Mask is holding a bow and has arrows with rubber points in a quiver that’s slung over his back. White Mask strokes a huge chain that’s draped around his hands like a snake. Orange Mask’s gloved hand rests on top of a metal golf club that’s propped on the ground. Yellow Mask has no weapon at all, but his fists are balled.
Orange Mask rises to his impressive height that nearly eats up the horizon, then slowly, too slowly, his head tilts in my direction. The neon stitches glow in the near darkness as eerie silence stakes its claim. My spine jerks when his rough, deep voice echoes in the air. “I know you’re hiding. Come out and I promise not to hurt you. Much.”
“Fuck me first,” I whisper, my voice so low that I barely hear it. His entire being pauses, like when I slapped his hand earlier. “Fuck you first?” he repeats slowly, almost as if he’s tasting the words on his tongue. I nod. He releases my hair, hand snaking down to the pulse point in my throat, leaving shivers in its wake before he cups a breast through my shirt. His touch is savage, almost punishing as he digs his fingers into the skin. “Why?”
It takes everything in me to remain collected despite the throbbing and the dull ache in the sensitive flesh of my breast. “I don’t want to die a virgin.”
“So this is how good girls like you get off. Does being used in the middle of the night like a worthless fuckable hole turn you on, Lisichka?”
My thoughts are confirmed when he stares at me over his shoulder, his eyes still in tune with the night, tapering and shimmering with that mystic darkness. If anything, they appear more unhinged. “Come back when you’re ready to be fucked properly.”
That dull, maybe not so dull, person has gotten herself the worst type of attention. Mine.
“Don’t I know it?” He shakes his head as if expelling an unpleasant thought. “Tell me all about school. Is everything okay? Is anyone bothering you? Do you have a boyfriend, and does he know that if he touches you, his parents will lose a son? Or maybe it’s a girlfriend, who still shouldn’t touch you unless her parents are ready to lose a daughter?”
I planned to end the night as usual—watch from afar and gather clues, but then she stuck earbuds in her ears and some assholes thought it was a good idea to follow her. Only I am allowed to do that.
“Because you had the audacity to capture my attention.”
“No wonder you like to be chased when you touch yourself this gently. How about I show you how it’s properly done, Lisichka?”
“Shh. Unless you want your friends to see you eaten for dinner.”
“You look so innocent, but that head of yours is a fucked-up place, Lisichka. My fucked-up place.”
“You’re mine, not anyone else’s, fucking mine. Now, beg and say my name.”
I’m going to make his life hell. It won’t be easy or fast. It won’t end with torture or fucking death. It’ll be slow and infinite, until he loses his damn mind.
“I’m not your property, Jeremy. I’m a person.”
“My person,” he nearly growls the words. “Next time you let anyone touch you, I’ll fuck you in their blood and make you come all over their corpse.”
Morning. Thanks for these
“I’m not a nice man, Cecily. I won’t pretend otherwise, or I’d be doing you and myself a disservice. What I am, however, is someone who’ll slaughter your demons one by one until you’re finally free of them. I’ll touch your scars until you normalize them and can live with them, because they’re part of what makes you who you are.”
He’s a beast, but he’s the beast who breathes life into me. He’s the beast who’d slaughter the world to pieces just to protect me from it. He’s my beast.
“You were always meant to be mine, Cecily.” Nothing else could explain this raging need to own her, keep her, and never let her leave me, even if I have to sacrifice a limb for it.
Even if she hates me because of it. She calms the beast I spent years hiding beneath the surface. She tames and placates him like no one else has been able to.
Not with her. She’s the only person whose company I feel free in. There’s no sense of duty nor a weight on my shoulders. There’s just me and her.
Cecily Knight is the calm in a loud, chaotic world.
“Kim, love, where’s my grandfather’s hunting shotgun? I found some bastard on our doorstep who claims to be our daughter’s boyfriend… Oh, here it is. Be right back. I’ll shoot him and come back in time for dinner.”
Most importantly, did Papa say he’s going to shoot him?
There’s some lizard in front of my house.
I point the gun in his direction. “Get off my property before I paint the walls with your brains.”
He doesn’t even flinch, blink, or move. His expression remains the same—blank, unreadable, definitely what a bloody lizard would look like.
“I’ll talk to the intruder’s corpse after I put it to rest.”
I’ll kill him first. That’s it. The solution for this situation can only be murder.
“You’ll be boy dead if you don’t step away from my daughter. Now.” “That museum-looking thing isn’t even loaded,” he comments dryly. “Doesn’t need to be loaded if I hit you upside the head with it.”
I’ll make sure he’ll leave my house as her ex-boyfriend.
The more he talks, the deeper my hate grows for the cunt.
Not to mention, he’s still touching my fucking daughter.
During my moment of glaring and plotting the best way to throw the fucker into a ditch and dispose of his corpse, the shotgun...
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Is it too late to execute my plan B which consists of murdering the fucker in his sleep, hiding his body, and pretending he left in the middle of the night?
That’s it. I’m going to kill the motherfucker.
“I’ll compromise you to hell is what I’ll do.” I make an ‘I’m watching you’ motion. “If I see you near my daughter’s room, I’ll bring my shotgun, loaded this time.”
I didn’t lose her. By the time he leaves my house, he’ll be her ex-boyfriend.
“You nearly killed me in that alley.” “I would never do that. I’d hurt myself before hurting you.”
I won’t allow anyone to hurt me again. Not even the man I’m sure is the love of my life.
“I’m a feral beast when it comes to you.”
“You’re my beast.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I’m the one who’s lucky to have you, Lisichka.”
