Page 10 of Deadmen's Captive

Curiosity piqued, I moved towards the commotion. My heart sped up a little, and the cool air seemed to tighten around me as I approached the alley. A crowd of onlookers had already gathered around the police cordon, their shocked expressions illuminated by the flashing blue lights. I pushed through them, my heart pounding in my chest.

The smell of blood hit me first, its metallic tang sharp and insistent in the cool night air. Then I saw the body. Slumped against the wall of the alley, a figure lay motionless on the ground. Even from this distance, I could make out the dark pool surrounding it. Not only that, I realised I knew him.

"Oh my God," I whispered under my breath, stumbling back. My gaze fixated on the blood pooling around him, seeping into the cracks in the concrete.

"Paige?"

I turned to see David jogging up to me from across the street, his face flushed with alarm. "Are you okay?"

I shook my head, pointing at the crime scene with a trembling finger. "He's dead."

The police moved around, making people step back, cordoning off the area with tape as another car arrived, this one with a man and woman wearing suits. Detectives.

“Shit, shit, shit…” I muttered. David took me by the hand and led me away from the commotion, closer to the club.

“Did you know him?” he asked me gently.

I shook my head. “No, not really. He was… dancing with me in the club a while ago. He got a bit familiar and some other guy stepped in and scared him off. And now he’s dead.”

David took his jacket off and draped it around my shoulders. “I think it’s time we get you back to your room, don’t you? You’ve clearly had too much to drink and you’ve had a shock.”

“My friends…”

“Can you text your friends and let them know you’re heading back?”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll go back in and stay with them.”

“I really think I should take you home, Paige,” he said. “I'm worried about you.”

His arm was still wrapped around my waist under his jacket and I felt his fingers brush along the bare skin of my hip, making me freeze. It was entirely accidental I was sure, but it just brought back memories of what the guy had done in the club and I suddenly felt sick. I pulled away from him, and passed him his jacket.

“I’m fine, thanks David. I appreciate you looking after me, but I want to go back in with my friends. I left my phone in there anyway.”

David glanced around at the police cars nearby, then looked back down at me. “Ok, well, I guess I’ll see you next week. Take care Paige.”

“Take care,” I called after him as he headed off down the street.

I looked back towards the crime scene, now hard to see past the crowds of students that were gathering at the perimeter despite the officers telling them all to go home, and I shivered. It must have been a mugging or something, I told myself. Complete coincidence. I was still trying to convince myself of that when I got back to the girls at the bar. I ordered a glass of water and reassured them that I was ok, before filling them in on what was happening outside. I may have left out the part where it was the guy who’d danced with me earlier, but I wasn't sure why. The stories about the Reapers had scared me, and the image of the scythe tattooed on the arm of my rescuer suddenly took on a whole new meaning that had my heart pounding.

Chapter Four

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Oh Paige, you let me down tonight. I couldn’t believe it when I saw what you were wearing. Now, don’t get me wrong, you looked absolutely beautiful. Your hair cascading down your back, wavy and wild, like I’d just got done fucking you. Classy makeup, as usual, but that top Paige. Tut tut. It looked like you were topless from behind.

It made me want to do so many indecent things to your body, and if I was thinking about those, then other men would have been too. You’re too naive Paige. You don’t understand what seeing your body will do to other men. I can't blame that guy in the club for trying to feel you up. You did look a little slutty, Paige. No wonder he thought you were up for anything. You need to be more careful.

Don’t worry though. I would have intervened if he’d gone too far. I don't like the idea of anyone else putting their hands on you. I would have come and helped, but that other guy got there first. I don’t like him. He looked dangerous, and I want you to be safe, but you let him dance with you. You let him hold you, and I was really not happy about that, Paige. You’re going to have to do better.

I wondered what might have happened if I had intervened instead. Would you have let me hold you that way, Paige? Without even turning round to see who I was? Would you have let my hands settle on your hips, let me pull you back against me?

I groaned, looking around at the dark street. Hardly anyone about. I reached down, pulling my dick out of my sweatpants. It's rock hard at the thought of your ass pressed against it, Paige. I imagined what it would be like to dance with you, to feel your body pressing back against mine. Your sweet scent drifted up to tantalise me. I would have pulled you back, let you feel what you did to me wearing that slutty top.

I stroked myself faster now, losing myself in the fantasy of having you so close to me, as I watched the door of the club, knowing you’re just inside.

I drew closer to release, my mind consumed with the thoughts of your body, your scent, your taste. I finished fast, picturing you looking up at me with wide eyes, your small hand reaching out to touch me, lips parted in innocent surprise. Oh Paige, you have no idea what you do to me. But I’ll show you soon enough.

I reach for a discarded burger wrapper, spilling my cum into it, before screwing it up and chucking it out of the open window. I tucked myself back into my sweatpants before anyone could see me. You've always made me lose control but this time it was different. The thought of that man touching you fueled my possessive rage. I’m still not very happy with you for wearing that, Paige.

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