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“Who is the only man allowed to touch you?”

“The monster,” I answer, refusing to use his name. I haven’t thought of his name since the day I left him. He became the monster in my head again, and I’m not going back.

“Good girl,” he praises, shoving the knife back inside of me and strumming my clit with renewed vigor. He grunts with each thrust, and before I know it, my pussy is clamping around the handle of a knife as I cry out, trying to keep a clear enough head to keep myself from crying out his name.

When he’s done riding out my orgasm with me, he lifts the knife back up and pulls his mask up to show me the mouth I desperately wanted to kiss only a few minutes ago. I watch as his tongue darts out, licking off the mixture of my orgasm and his blood from the knife. He cleans it, watching me watch him the entire time.

Chapter 3

The Monster

Idon’t enjoy punishing my girl, especially when I can see the fear in her eyes when I tell her what I’m going to do with her. But watching her give into me and trust me all over again was worth it. I can feel guilty about what I did later, but right now, I’m going to enjoy being this close to her.

What I hated even more than punishing her was watching that boy put his hands all over her. I could tell she wasn’t into it, but was determined to do it anyway. She was doing it to prove that she’s over me, but we both know she isn’t. She wants to be, but I won’t let that happen.

While she watched me licking my blood and her arousal off the handle of the knife, her eyes drooped. When I picked her up and carried her to bed, she didn’t fight me. I had to fight myself from climbing into that bed and holding her in my arms all night. She fits so perfectly against me, it should be a crime for us to be apart.

Now, she’s laying in her bed, tucked into her covers as I stroke her hair, lulling her to sleep.

“You didn’t come for me,” she cries, and it’s not until then that I realize her cheeks are damp from the tears streaming down her face.

“I came, baby. As fast as I could,” I remind her. I wish it could have been faster, but I came for her the night I woke up.

“No, no, no,” she cries, getting louder as she talks. “I won’t come into the basement again, I swear!”

She’s not talking to me. She’s dreaming, remembering me as the monster she used to have nightmares about.

I left her alone for too long. I thought this time would be good for her, so she could come to terms with what happened to her while she was with Guerra. Instead, she made me the monster again.

“Shhh, little one. You’re safe. I won’t hurt you,” I promise her. I’ll never hurt her again.

For half the night, I stay there, running my fingers through her hair and watching her sleep. After my promise not to hurt her, she calmed down and drifted into a peaceful sleep. Her light snores fill the room as my body stiffens from kneeling next to her bed for too long. As much as I would love to climb into this bed and wake up with her tomorrow, I can’t. We’re basically starting from square one, and I’ll have to tread carefully.

“Good night, little one. This time, I will see you soon,” I tell her as I stand up, stretching out my sore muscles. I place a gentle kiss on her forehead as she stirs, reacting to me leaving without even being conscious of it. Maybe I won’t have to work as hard as the first time around.

“To be honest, I thought I would be in a much better mood after tonight. But, as it turns out, I’m not happy. Not even a little. You see, when you went behind my back and kidnapped my girl, you did some irreparable damage. She doesn’t even see me as a person anymore,” I rant.

I get out my frustrations from the evening, glad to be talking to someone that won’t interrupt me. Well, he can’t interrupt me, because then he would have to endure more pain. Listening to me complain about my love life is definitely the least painful torture I’ve put him through.

“I think I can win her back, though. I definitely won’t be as easy on her this time, because I want to remind her how strong she is.”

Alex releases a sob he’s been trying to hold in, reminding me I’m talking to a prisoner and not a therapist. “Oh, well, one good thing came out of tonight,” I tell him.

I smile wickedly, hoping to freak him out as much as possible. He deserves it.

“Last chance. Where is he?”

Silence. Though, from the shaking of his entire body, I can tell he knows how serious I am about this being his last chance.

Stalking closer to him, I wait for him to speak up, but he only releases another sob.

With an annoyed sigh, I pull the knife out of my pocket and stick it through his neck. His eyes widen as he realizes what happens, and then he’s gurgling his own blood as he struggles to get a breath.

“If I’m going to win my girl back, I don’t have time to stay home and torture you every night,” I tell him, sounding sad as I say it. Torturing him really has brought me joy, but I was growing tired of it. I only kept him around because I couldn’t get to Ainsley.

The light dies in Alex’s eyes as he stops struggling for air. Blood drips from his mouth, and he goes limp. He’s finally dead. I pull the knife out of his throat, now coated in his blood, my blood, and Ainsley’s orgasm.

I pick up my phone and make a call to my new head of security. A fancy title for what he does, but it fits for legal purposes. “I killed him. When you get a chance, dispose of the body.”

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