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His dirty gnat face is streaked with tears, hiccups jumping up his throat with his hysterics. Leaning over towards the tray next to his shaking body, I finger the tools there, landing on the weird pear shaped device, grasping it in my fingers. Logan smirks at me from across the room. He makes his way to the right side of my father's legs as I stand opposite him. Staring deep into my eyes, he grabs ahold of both of my father's knees and pushes them out, away from his body. The sharp crack and scream that rushes through the room brings shivers down through my body, starting at my toes and leading towards my head. My nipples strain against my shirt, inspecting my father's legs at odd angles, his ankles and knees now dislocated enough for me to see his dirty hole. Logan gives me a reassuring nod, directing me to reach between my father's hairy cheeks and position the pear of anguish at his anus. As soon as the pointed metal tip touches his grimy skin, my father's shrieks become louder and more unhinged, desperately trying to wiggle away from the intrusion.

His wild eyes find mine, and I hold his gaze as I thrust the object all the way inside his ass. The blood curdling scream that leaves his body has me worried he’s going to ruin all of my fun by passing out. But I’m delighted when he stays awake, his head swaying as he tries to stay coherent.

“Taliah, baby, please. You don’t have to do this. Remember all those nights we cuddled in bed together? You loved those nights as much as I did, baby.” His watery eyes find my gaze as he speaks through hiccups, his nasally voice grating on my nerves. He continues on with garbled pleas of how much I loved him touching me in the middle of the night. While he wastes his last breath, I stride to the open cabinet and grab the one thing I was eyeballing earlier. It’s heavy in my hands as I carry it over to the table; my father's wails grow louder when he sees what's in my hands. “N-no no no, please, baby!” I look up at Logan, nodding at my father's chubby flaccid dick laying across his hip. Logan's breath stutters, and he hesitates before reaching out to grip the squishy appendage, holding it pointing to the ceiling.

“You fucking owe me for this, Taliah, and you better not miss.” Logan’s voice is edged with darkness, but he stands there holding my father's dick all the same.

Hoisting the heavy nail gun up, finding the exit point and placing it right over the tip of my fathers dick. My skinny arms shake from the heavyweight, Logan notices and his other hand comes up to the handle to help stabilize the machine for me. My finger finds the trigger and pulls it, once, twice, three times. Logan’s hand fell away as soon as I pulled the trigger, metal nails shooting out from the machine and piercing my fathers dick. The blood that spurts from his pulverized organ is so mesmerizing that I drop the nail gun to the floor with a clatter. Myfather’s screams are no longer ringing through the room, which makes me frown until I remember the device that’s lodged in his ass. I lean over and grasp the knob between his cheeks, twist it until my father's eyes fly open with a screech. I try to yank the device from his ass, like Logan told me, but it doesn’t budge. My noodle arms failed me on this, but my disappointment isn’t felt for too long, because Logan’s hand is snaking past mine and gripping the base and ripping it free. The muscles in his arms bulge as he tears it free from my father's ass, skin and blood trailing after it. The gruesome scene has wetness pooling between my thighs. Peeking up at my father his eyes are open and he is staring at the ceiling blankly, his chest no longer moving.

“Bye daddy, I’ll see you in hell.”

Chapter Thirty

Logan

The way my cock is straining against my zipper makes me feel like a pubescent teen ready to explode. Watching Taliah kill her parents was like a bloody wet dream. Her head held high, the sinister gleam in her eyes, while she delivered the final blows. The way she wielded that nail gun against her father without even being prompted makes my cock jerk in the confines of my slacks. Taliah is standing across from me, on the other side of the medical table housing her dead father. The faint smile on her face and blood staining her clothes, skin, and hair make her look even more beautiful than she did before. My hand reaches out on its own accord, wrapping around her throat and dragging her face towards my own, across her father’s body.

Our lips collide, the metallic taste of blood invading my mouth as I lick across her soft skin. Her own hand reaches out to tangle in my hair, trying to drag me closer, but I have better ideas.Snatching up her other wrist, I tug her towards me, her knees colliding with the table, furrowing her brow at me in confusion.

“Why don’t we show your father’s ghost what he’s been missing out on?” The malicious intent in my words is heavy as I tug her up onto the table, placing her right between her father’s legs, into the pool of blood that rests there. “Show me what’s mine, Little Monster. Let me see that pretty pussy.” Her eyes light up with hazy lust as she wiggles out of her panties, spreading her legs wide, hooking them over her father’s dislocated knees. “Fuck.” Is the only word I get out before I’m diving down and burying my face in her wet pussy.

She tastes like darkness and sin, her essence coating my tongue as it mixes with the blood beneath her. The moan that escapes her is almost enough to make me come undone. Lapping at her clit until her hips start to move against me, her fingers tangled in my hair, trying to hold me right where she wants me. I rip away from her grip to tear at my belt and zipper, freeing my throbbing cock, precum leaking from the tip. Her eyes zero in on it, reaching for it, tongue licking her lips in wicked intent. Striking out, I wrap my hands around her calves, pulling her to the end of the table towards me. Pushing down on her chest, her hair fans out beneath her as she lays down in the blood of her enemy. Blonde hair soaking up the crimson that lies there. Roughly spreading her thighs for me, her pussy on full display as I tilt her hips up, impaling her on my cock in one harsh thrust. Her scream of pleasure and pain bounces off the walls, ricocheting through my ears, illicting a moan of my own.

I pound into her like It’s my mission to tear her apart. To break her open and see what’s inside. She reaches towards my hand, grasping it in her slick palm and bringing it to her throat,showing me what she wants. What sheneeds. My hand tightens around her slender neck, a gasp leaving her lips as I steal her breath. “You look so pretty with my hand around your neck, baby.” My other hand grasps her tit, twisting the nipple between my finger and thumb. “You like this, don’t you? Knowing that I hold your life in the palm of my hand?” Her eyes roll back into her head while I speak, back arching up off the table. “One wrong move and I could kill you, you know that, Little Monster?” Hand tightening more around her neck, she will wear my bruises like a collar. Other hand, slipping down to rub tight circles around her clit, her eyes fluttering closed at the sensation, her pussy fluttering around my cock in the tell tale sign that she’s about to come.

"Open your fucking eyes, Taliah! I want you to watch as I claim what’s mine. Watch while I show your dead daddy who you fucking belong to! Come for me.” The last words are said in a growl as her pussy holds my cock in a vice, rippling around me as she comes apart, pushing me out of her as she squirts all over the table. My hand swipes at her clit as she soaks us both with her juices. She goes limp on the table as I thrust back in, the tingling starting at my spine until it’s bursting out of me like an explosion, stars shining behind my eyes as I empty everything in me into her pussy. Pulling out slowly to watch my come drip from her swollen pussy, mixing with the blood and her come, mesmerizing me at the glorious sight. Her slender fingers come down, obstructing my view, as she pushes my come back into her pussy.

“Just putting it back where it belongs.” The smirk in her words makes me practically swoon. I lean down, gripping her face inmy hands, bringing our lips together in possibly the sweetest kiss I’ve ever had in my life.

I carried my sex sated girl back to my room, where we showered in silence, fucking against the titled shower wall, before falling into my bed naked and exhausted. Her soft snores are the only sound in the room as I watch her sleep in the light of the moon peeking through the window. Her naked body covered in my blanket does nothing to distract me from the curve of her ass or the swell of her breasts. She was everything I could have dreamed of in my workshop today. Watching her kill her parents is something I’ll never forget. The look on her face as they took their last breaths was breathtaking in itself.

She’s turned towards me on her side, her hair falling over her face, puffing out as she breathes. Reaching out, I tuck her hair behind her ear, admiring her soft, flawless skin. The pink of her lips most definitely matches the shade of her nipples. Finger rubbing against her bottom lip, her tongue peeking out to swipe against my finger subconsciously, making me groan deep in my throat. She deserves this peaceful sleep, but my cock thinks otherwise. Rolling onto my back, I stare up at the dark ceiling, drifting to sleep with the images of a bloody Taliah in my mind.

Chapter Thirty-One

Taliah

Iawake the next morning sore and with the need to pee. My limbs are tangled in Logan’s, and disentangling them without waking him up was a whole ass task in itself. My little victory dance of managing to do that was postponed with my screaming bladder. Rushing to the bathroom, I sigh as I relieve myself in the toilet. Finishing up, I head over to the sink to wash my hands. Stopping mid wash to stare at the bruises mottling my skin. A smile came to my lips at the large one circling my neck. After drying my hands, I gently prod at the purple and blue fleshy collar. Looking down my body, Logan’s name stares back at me in angry red letters, still healing, and irritated from our sex marathon. My fingers drift over it, snagging along the scabby flesh, I remember how it felt when Logan placed his ownership on me. Knowing I’m his takes a burden off my shoulders that I didn’t know was there.

Padding back into the bedroom, Logan snores, laying on his back, his chest bare, causing a blush to rise to my cheeks at the memories of last night. My pussy is still sore from the assault his cock had on it. He definitely knows how to make a woman feel owned, that’s for sure. I stand there inside the bathroom door, watching him sleep until the bright idea comes to me. An idea that could go completely haywire if I fuck it up, but I’m determined to do this.

Rushing quietly to my closet, I toss on a pair of leggings and a t-shirt. Grabbing a duffle bag off the top shelf and filling it with extra clothes and shoes before heading out and towards Logan’s desk. I scribble a note for him and grab his key ring and key card off the end table next to his head. With one last lingering glance, I exit the room, the steel shutting behind me with a soft click.

I head down to Logan’s workshop as fast as I can, hoping to get in and out before he wakes up. Scanning his card against the reader, the door pops open. The smell in the room is horrendous thanks to the dead bodies still strapped to the table. I hold in a dry heave as I rush towards Logan’s cabinet in the corner, wrenching open the door, and pulling out various items and stuffing them into the duffle along with my clothes. Different lengths of rope, duct tape, several knives in different shapes and sizes, a small vial labeled Ketamine, and a few syringes. Bag packed up tightly, I heave it over my shoulder and hurry from the room.

Slowly making my way through the maze of steel doors until I find the exit door looming ahead. The same door Logan brought me through months ago. It looks less intimidating now than it did the first time I saw it. Swiping Logan’s key card against the security lock, it turns green, beeping, before the lock disenages.I push open the door, walking over the threshold into the stage rooms ahead. The squeak of the tile beneath my converse is the only noise in the hall. Finally finding Mr. Pickett’s office, I wrench the door open, relieved the room is empty, then closed the door quietly behind me. Spying a tall file cabinet in the corner of the room, I hurry over to it, pulling each drawer open until I find the file I’m searching for.Shannon Richards.I stuff it inside of the duffle bag and sprint out of the room like it’s on fire.

Rushing for the front door, I push it open, nearly getting blinded by the bright morning sun. Shielding my eyes, I trudge towards the car that’s parked off to the side of the building. Fiddling with Logan’s key ring, I see the car fob attached; clicking the unlock button, the tail lights of the car light up, making me sprint towards it. Tossing the heavy duffle back into the passenger seat before rounding the car and climbing into the drivers side. The car smells like Logan inside, making my heart beat faster in panic at this being an awful idea. I steel my resolve and push the key into the ignition, the car roaring to life beneath me. I’ve driven before, in drivers ed, but never for pleasure. I guess this is as good of a time as any to do that.

The drive to Shannon’s last known address was exhausting—six hours of exhaustion to be exact. I park across the street, leaning back in my seat with a huff. The sun set a few hours ago, and the cabin of the car shrouded in darkness. The two story house across the street is dark except for the living room light, illuminating the room within. From my spot, I can only see a couch and a coffee table in the room, a large blanket covered lump lying on the couch. After an hour of no movement anywhere in the house, I determine it’s time to get this shit over with. I reverse the car into the small driveway, making sure the trunk is close to the front steps.

Rooting through the duffle bag I grab the Ketamine, filling a syringe with what I hope is the correct dose, then swing the bag over my shoulder, and make my way to the quiet house. The wooden stairs creek ominously under my feet as I ascend them. I look into the window next to the door and Shannon still hasn’t moved from her spot on the couch. My hand reaches out to test the door knob, resisting the urge for a victory screech as it easily turns in my palm. Pushing the door open and squeezing through the small opening before closing it softly behind me. I hold my breath as I approach the back of the couch, the syringe held tightly in my fist, poised and ready. Scooting around the end, my eyes trained on Shannon’s sleeping form, her arm dangling off the edge like she hasn’t a care in the world.

I kneel down next to her, head already tilted towards me with her hair falling over her face, making my job this much easier. Reaching up with the needle, I slide it into the skin of her neck and depress the plunger quickly. Shannon doesn’t stir, only a soft snore slipping past her lips, I wait on the floor for a few minutes, waiting for the drug to take effect. After what seems like an hour,I lift Shannon’s limp hand and drop it next to her side a few times to make certain she’s out like a light.

Ripping the blanket off her body, I thank whoever is watching over me that she’s wearing clothes under there, even if it’s just an oversized t shirt. Unzipping the duffle back, I grab the rope out, making quick work to tie her wrists and ankles together, taking care to put her wrists behind her back so she can’t slip out of them. Ripping a piece of duct tape off, I slap it over her mouth because I don’t feel like hearing her screeching when she wakes up in the trunk of the car. I sling the duffle bag back over my shoulder and hoist Shannon’s comatose body up under the armpits and drag her from the house, huffing and puffing as I go. She’s essentially just skin and bones, but damn, who knew dragging a body would take this much muscle power.

By the time I get her down the stairs and to the trunk of the car, I’m sweating bullets. I managed to knock Shannon’s head against every single wooden step on the way down as well as the bumper of the car when I was pushing her inside. The knowledge that she could wake up with a concussion makes me smile as I slam the trunk door shut. I don’t bother checking to make sure no one was watching me before I slide into the driver's seat, turn the key, and peel out of the driveway back to Harmony Heights. Practically bouncing in my seat with giddiness as I imagine the smile Logan will grace me with at his surprise.

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