Page 37 of Little Psycho

“What the fuck is this shit?”The congressman, now angry, snaps at my father, the sound of his pants zipping easing my upset nerves.

“I’m not sure, Zane, but I promise you we’ll figure it out.”The anger in my father’s voice is easily noticeable, and suddenly I find myself fearing what he might do now.“Did you pay your fucking bill, Killian?”He puffs on his cigar again as he walks to the light switch, trying to flip it on and off with no result.

“Yeah, we always do.I’m not sure what’s going on.”Even though it’s the truth, I know he doesn’t believe me, but I don’t dwell on it too much.

Instead, I find myself questioning what in the actual fuck is going on.

“Fuck it,” Zane sighs, his zipper coming down once again.“I can still fuck you in the dark.”

I gag, knowing neither of them can see me, slowly backing away from them until the back of my knees hit the couch.I can feel the tickle of someone’s breath on my neck, but I don’t dare turn around to find out whose.And before I’m forced to my knees again, a loud banging snaps my wide eyes to the door.

“Don’t worry,” a strange voice calls out from the hallway.“I called the police, and they’re on their way.”

Confusion settles into my mind as I try to figure out what this person is talking about, and I hear how terrified my father’s breathing becomes.The person then moves down the hall, banging on door after door with the same message.

“Killian, we’ll reschedule this, so don’t think about going anywhere,” he states abruptly, opening the door and walking right out with Zane.

What the fuck was that about?I wonder, feeling the coke wearing off but the ecstasy kicking in, leaving me wide-eyed and panicking in the pitch black.

I stumble around in the darkness, trying to gather my thoughts.The police are on their way, my father and his corrupt companion are fleeing, and I’ve been saved by a stranger.My heart is racing and my mind is foggy from the drugs, but I know I need to get the hell out of here.

Scrambling to find my keys, wallet, and phone, a cold chill wracks my body as my life flashes before my eyes.I’m usually not afraid of the dark, but I can tell there’s something lurking in it along with me.As soon as I gather myself as best as I can, I head for the door, only to be shoved backward, stumbling over my shaky feet.

“What the-” I panic, falling onto the chair beside the couch, trying to feel my way around to find the pistol we keep tucked between the arm and the cushion.The sound of light footsteps makes me freeze, nothing but the sound of my rapid pulse thundering in my ears.

“Going somewhere?The voice asks, low and gravelly but somewhat familiar.

However, in my state of mind, I can’t seem to piece anything together.

“Who the fuck are you?”I whisper, trying to conceal the shakiness in my tone.

“You know who I am, Killian,” they say, striking a match to light a cigarette, the soft orange glow illuminating the mask covering their face.

A big, black, painted-on smile flashes like a camera in front of me, making my heartbeat more frantic than before.Long black hair with blood red streaks falls on straight shoulders, making me even more confused.Nothing but black attire adorns the figure in front of me, covering any telltale signs of who it might be.

When the flame goes out, they step closer, snatching me up by my collar before I can find the gun I was looking for.I’m then pushed onto the couch with force, bouncing in the middle of the cushion as whoever it is straddles my lap, topping their terror off with a sharp, shiny blade to my throat that turns the blood in my veins to ice.

“Stay perfectly still, Killian,” they hiss, their breath hot against my face.“Or things will get real messy.”

The gleam of the blade in the light filtering in from the window sends a surge of fear coursing through me.I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, my mind racing for a way out of this situation.I glance around desperately for anything that can help me, but everything feels so far out of reach.

“Who are you?”I manage to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper.

But their painted-on smile only seems to stretch wider, their familiar eyes glinting in the darkness.

“You know who I am,” they repeat, their voice sending shivers down my spine.“You can’t escape me, Killian.”

They press the blade closer to my throat, letting a slight moan slip from under the mask as they rock back and forth on my lap.High, confused, and terrified, I sit here and stumble over my words as I beg for my life.

“Ple, please don’t kill me.”I shake against them, feeling my cock growing as they press their ass against it harder.

“Silly boy,” they laugh, flipping the blade around and dragging the dull edge across my throat.“I don’t want to kill you.I saved you, Killian.”With their free hand, the masked stranger cups my cheek, raking their nails along my jawline.

Once I have confirmation that my nightmare is a girl, I breathe a little bit easier, but it still doesn’t get rid of the fear flooding through my body.I’m not sure why, but the fact that this person is a girl puts me a little more at ease, even though they’ve got a fucking knife to my throat.

“If you don’t want to kill me, why are you here?”I manage to ask, finally finding my voice as she continues to grind back and forth on my lap, obviously enjoying themselves.

“I wanted to save you, Killian,” she whispers in my ear, flipping the knife around again, the sharp point digging into the spot just below my Adams apple.

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