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Authors: Kimber S. Dawn
who’ve gone missing. TWELVE. You can’t possibly believe it’s a coincidence! YOU’RE SMARTER THAN THIS, MAC!
My eyes never leave his as his grasp around my neck tightens and his nails bite into my skin.
I push the words lodged in my throat out right before my world goes black, “It’s true, all of it, all twelve… It’s true. You have been Satan in an angels cloak all along, they were always right. I just didn’t want to believe…”
That’s it. That’s all she wrote ladies and gents. I’m done. If not on this day, in the end, whenever he chooses, I will die at his hands knowing it was me who delivered myself to him on his front doorstep, eagerly, hopefully, and dressed to the nines complete with my favorite fuck me pumps.
Chapter 7
Her words keep looping through my mind, “It’s true, all of it, all twelve… It’s true. You have been Satan in an angels cloak all along, they were always right. I just didn’t want to believe…”
After I’ve cleaned the damage my nails did to the skin of her neck I bandage it, which goes against my very own nature. I slide a needle in her arm and inject a few cc’s of epinephrine to wake her up but she must be in shock because after more than the suggested dose she’s still unconscious.
Her words are like a quickly spinning spider web, sticking to any and all previous questions or assumptions I’ve had about what the hell it is Heather Mackenzie wants with me.
In the beginning I excused her presence as nothing more than a young smitten girl. A girl who was fresh into her second year of pediatric residency according to the family PI my father keeps on retainer. However
,
after her continued efforts even with my blatant rudeness and mocked annoyance towards her, I thought her to be seriously unstable and toyed with the idea of her being infatuated with me to the point of possible insanity.
The notion should have, and would have raised flags and spurred me to shut her out. If she wasn’t such a damn enigma for me on every level.
I want her addiction more than I want to see her eyes bulge and the vessels burst, bleeding red
into
white. I desire both, but how can I yearn to see her bleed from the nicks I cause as well as have the urge to protect her from all evil?
And for fucks sake, what the HELL did her words “It’s true, all of it, all twelve… It’s true. You have been Satan in an angels cloak all along, they were always right. I just didn’t want to believe…” mean!?
Before I realize what’s happened a crack splits the air between us, my palm stings and my handprint reddens the alabaster skin of her cheek as the words rip from my throat, “What do you want from me, goddamn you?!”
Anger boils inside me sending my self-control over the edge. Part of me watches in amusement as Satan takes over. I wrench her limp body from the stone floor and drag her across the sitting room, through the long hallway towards the back of the house until finally descending the old cellar stairwell to my demonic playground. This is my lair where I revel in cutting the skin away from muscle and adipose tissue.
After I grasp the last remaining straws of control and feel my being merge with Satan I take over our actions and string her body from the ceiling using all of my favorite insidious manacles.
I do this for her own good.
I realize she’ll not agree with me initially and I understand she will need to learn her actions have consequences. She gave herself over to me as a gift, wrapped in clothing fit for an expensive escort and in doing so she handed me her life and her freedom.
I wonder if she realized her little rant, ‘I’ll plow down these gates with my car!’ is what caused me to open the gate not only of my home but also the gates of hell.
I so hope Ms. Heather Mackenzie has the ability to hold my interests longer than Julia or the other twelve.
She has been unconscious for three days. Three fucking days from a chokehold? Are you kidding me?
My eyes never leave his as his grasp around my neck tightens and his nails bite into my skin.
I push the words lodged in my throat out right before my world goes black, “It’s true, all of it, all twelve… It’s true. You have been Satan in an angels cloak all along, they were always right. I just didn’t want to believe…”
That’s it. That’s all she wrote ladies and gents. I’m done. If not on this day, in the end, whenever he chooses, I will die at his hands knowing it was me who delivered myself to him on his front doorstep, eagerly, hopefully, and dressed to the nines complete with my favorite fuck me pumps.
Chapter 7
Her words keep looping through my mind, “It’s true, all of it, all twelve… It’s true. You have been Satan in an angels cloak all along, they were always right. I just didn’t want to believe…”
After I’ve cleaned the damage my nails did to the skin of her neck I bandage it, which goes against my very own nature. I slide a needle in her arm and inject a few cc’s of epinephrine to wake her up but she must be in shock because after more than the suggested dose she’s still unconscious.
Her words are like a quickly spinning spider web, sticking to any and all previous questions or assumptions I’ve had about what the hell it is Heather Mackenzie wants with me.
In the beginning I excused her presence as nothing more than a young smitten girl. A girl who was fresh into her second year of pediatric residency according to the family PI my father keeps on retainer. However
,
after her continued efforts even with my blatant rudeness and mocked annoyance towards her, I thought her to be seriously unstable and toyed with the idea of her being infatuated with me to the point of possible insanity.
The notion should have, and would have raised flags and spurred me to shut her out. If she wasn’t such a damn enigma for me on every level.
I want her addiction more than I want to see her eyes bulge and the vessels burst, bleeding red
into
white. I desire both, but how can I yearn to see her bleed from the nicks I cause as well as have the urge to protect her from all evil?
And for fucks sake, what the HELL did her words “It’s true, all of it, all twelve… It’s true. You have been Satan in an angels cloak all along, they were always right. I just didn’t want to believe…” mean!?
Before I realize what’s happened a crack splits the air between us, my palm stings and my handprint reddens the alabaster skin of her cheek as the words rip from my throat, “What do you want from me, goddamn you?!”
Anger boils inside me sending my self-control over the edge. Part of me watches in amusement as Satan takes over. I wrench her limp body from the stone floor and drag her across the sitting room, through the long hallway towards the back of the house until finally descending the old cellar stairwell to my demonic playground. This is my lair where I revel in cutting the skin away from muscle and adipose tissue.
After I grasp the last remaining straws of control and feel my being merge with Satan I take over our actions and string her body from the ceiling using all of my favorite insidious manacles.
I do this for her own good.
I realize she’ll not agree with me initially and I understand she will need to learn her actions have consequences. She gave herself over to me as a gift, wrapped in clothing fit for an expensive escort and in doing so she handed me her life and her freedom.
I wonder if she realized her little rant, ‘I’ll plow down these gates with my car!’ is what caused me to open the gate not only of my home but also the gates of hell.
I so hope Ms. Heather Mackenzie has the ability to hold my interests longer than Julia or the other twelve.
She has been unconscious for three days. Three fucking days from a chokehold? Are you kidding me?