Page 7 of Obsession

The woman gasped and sat up in bed, staring at me in terror. Matt was a little slower to rouse, and when he finally spied me leaning over him, he gave a shout and tried to scramble away. For the sheer amusement of it, I let him go, nearly laughing as he threw the woman my way.

“Don’t kill me,” she pleaded.

“I’m not here for you. I’m only here for him,” I said, following after Matt. Once I caught up to him, I made quick work of ending his miserable life. I sliced his wrists, his femoral artery, and then cut his throat. I left him dying on his kitchen floor and left as quietly as I’d arrived.

One last stop before returning home. I couldn’t very well be jealous of a piece of machinery Hollis had used to get herself off, but it didn’t mean I couldn’t find a use for it. Getting into her apartment was easy since someone had broken down her door.

Everything remained as she’d left it. Not a thing out of place except some dirty clothes. I rifled through her bedroom, dumping her dresser drawers on the floor. Pausing a moment, I realized she’d have no clothes to wear except what she’d had on earlier. I picked up a handful of things and shoved them into a duffle I found in her closet. The nightgown I’d seen her in before, a few pairs of panties and bras, three pairs of jeans, and a modest selection of shirts. It wasn’t like I planned to let her leave my room anytime soon. Perhaps one day I’d trust her enough to let her loose. But only after I knew for certain she’d come right back.

I didn’t know what was so different about Hollis. Never in my life had I ever wanted to keep someone. It wasn’t like she was a pet, and I’d never had one. I didn’t get attached to people or things. There might have been a time when I was a child I’d tried to hold onto things, but it had been so long ago I didn’t remember it very clearly. I’d done my best to wipe my childhood from my mind. The only things I’d kept since then were my journals, mostly because I didn’t want anyone getting their hands on all my inner thoughts and my exact number of kills.

Finally finding the toy in her bedside table drawer, I tossed it into the bag as well, and the bottle of lube sitting beside it, then made my way back to the mansion.

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Hollis cowered against the headboard, her eyes wide with fear. I liked that. Fear. Respect. I demanded it all.

“They’re gone now. Only you and me left.”

She didn’t reply, merely stared at me. I held up the toy, “And as for this, I’ll think of a use for it.”

Her cheeks flushed a shade of crimson that I swore even the shadows couldn’t hide. “I… it’s not what you think. I haven’t had it very long.”

“Long enough. Did you bleed when you used it?” I asked.

She nodded slowly. Christ! She’d popped her own damn cherry with a hunk of plastic.

“Mouth. Pussy. Both already used.” I leaned into her space. “Then I guess that leaves your virgin ass.”

She gasped but seemed to be frozen in shock. Or perhaps something else. Heat bloomed across her cheeks, making her face even redder, and her eyes darkened. Her tongue flicked out to lick her lips, and I knew I’d turned her on with my words.

My cock pulsed with need, and I wasn’t sure how patient I could be. I’d enjoyed the screams and pleas of my victims for decades. Even when I’d been arrested, I’d never confessed to all my crimes. If I had, they’d have known I started killing people when I was only eight. My first victim had been a woman who’d decided to crawl into my sleeping bag one night. I had no idea where my father had been. Possibly fucking one of the moms on the trip. That one kill had opened a door that had been firmly shut until then. Once I’d started, I didn’t want to stop.

I’d run and she’d chased after me. Little did she realize I’d had a knife on me. Once we were far enough away no one would hear her scream, I’d sliced the bitch. Not once. Not twice. I’d hacked at her until she was unrecognizable.

By the time her body had been found weeks later, animals had eaten most of her. No one had ever been able to trace her disappearance to me, and they never would.

“You’re scared of me, aren’t you, Hollis?” I asked.

“Y-yes.”

“Good girl. Keep being truthful with me. Even though you’re scared, you feel something else too, right?”

She slowly nodded. I stared at her breasts, smiling as the nipples hardened under my gaze.

Reaching down, I pinched one of the hard nubs between my fingers, giving it a twist. She cried out, her body bucking. I gave it a sharp tug, making her scream in pain. There it was. That’s what I needed.

I quickly stripped out of my clothes and joined her on the bed. Using the lube I’d swiped from her apartment, I coated two fingers and slid them inside her pussy, pumping them in and out. She thrashed under me, her body tensing. Drawing her knees up, she tried to escape my grasp.

“Uh-uh. I don’t think so. You agreed to give yourself to me in exchange for not dying. Remember?” I twisted my fingers and drove them into her deeper. “That means every inch of you is now mine. Don’t worry, Hollis. You’ll soon be begging me to fuck you.”

She shook her head, but her body betrayed her. I felt her pussy grip me tighter, then the heat of her release. Easing my fingers from her body, I lubed the toy and slid it in. A flat section fit over her clit, and I turned the vibrations on high.

Tears slipped down her cheeks as she came again, her body twisting and contorting, as if it were too much for her to handle. Settling over her, I used my body to keep her still. After her fourth orgasm, she started to plead with me.

“Please, Riot. I can’t… I can’t take any more.”

“You’ll take whatever I give you and ask for more. Understood?”

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