Page 16 of Meating Dalton

Sighing, I give a false salute she can’t see, striding from the room, engaging the deadbolt on the way out. Pulling my phone free from the back pocket of my jeans, I swipe open my tracking app. Hello, Jason. Did you order a large pepperoni pizza with a side of chloroform with an appointment for filleting later? Yes, yes, you did. You ordered it when you touched my temptress and later flaunted your infidelity with Goldie, who’ll get her just desserts soon.

Taking the stairs two at a time from the sub basement, my body thrums with excitement, blood rushing through every orifice. I can’t wait to spill it from every one of Jason’s holes. We can play hide the pin cushion. Or is it who’s the pin cushion?

Making it to the top, I swirl on a heel, slamming the door loudly. I live alone and my neighbors died from anthrax poisoning several months ago. Pity, no one has come for a wellness check up. Poor fuckers.

I hum the chorus to a song, heels striking marble flooring, body tight with the eventual thrill of a kill. No high compares, no drugs or sex can top the feeling.

Are you sure about that?The phantom feeling of plunging my cock into Natalia’s tight pussy invades my body. I shake it off. I’ve never fucked meat. But soon, Jason will wish he hadn’t touched my sweet flower’s meat.

I’m sure he’ll also wish there was a mountain he could hide from me behind. I can practically smell the piss wetting his pants already when he realizes he’s going to die. It’s going to be such a lovely thing for Natalia to wake up to. Who doesn’t want to see their ex disemboweled?

Walking out the door, night air kissing my hair, I keep humming, swirling my keys around one finger. What a night.

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NATALIA

My head weighs a ton, lolling to the side. Blinking my eyes open is a chore I’m considering abandoning on the fifth try. Moving my tongue around in my mouth brings tears to my eyes. Fuck, this has got to be the worst hangover. I’m so sending Jason to the store for Ibuprofen and something to wash it down with.

“Rise and shine,” a voice sings songs. Who? My brows dip and my face twitches. A firm touch to one check eases a snort from me.

“Oh, you are so out of it, little bird. Come on, wake up for papa,” a silky voice croons, tightening my nipples. That’s definitely not Jason’s voice. Wait. Didn’t he choose bimbo barbie over me? And does that voice belong to John Doe?

My eyes snap open, vision blurring. A handsome face wavers above me, smiling down like I just gave him the best news of his life. Dimples in each cheek draw my eyes and those pillowy lips he’s curling into a smirk. They look kissable. In fact, a vague memory of kissing them teases my mind.

“Okay, doll face, you’re not waking and papa is getting bored. So, I’m going to start stabbing now, okay?” He winks, moving away. I turn my head to follow, eyes widening when they lock with Jason’s terrified gaze.

“The fuck?” I think I say, but my tongue struggles with lifting.

“I can’t understand you and Jason has volunteered to be tonight’s entertainment, so hang on to your seat, Goddess. This is about to get good.” A taut ass in jeans faces me, leaning down to snatch tape from Jason’s mouth. He lets out a high-pitched scream, hurting my ears.

A hard slap echoes in the room.

“Come on, Jace. You weren’t screaming like a little bitch when you were balls deep into Goldie. Don’t crap out on me now.” The blonde stranger I now remember kissing just last week, points a finger in Jason’s face to enunciate his point. Then he jerks his hand down, holding a knife I didn’t initially see, stabbing straight into Jason’s thigh, eliciting another chilling scream.

The fucker throws his head back and laughs, rising to walk to a tray full of instruments. I whimper, closing my eyes on the tears swelling.

“Wait your turn, sweetheart. If you play your cards right, it’ll never come,” the stranger remarks. My teeth bite down on my lips, fingernails digging into my palms.

The stranger pays me no mind after that, turning his attention fully on Jason, pulling scream after scream free. Tears trail silently down my cheeks and I think my nails drew blood, but I’m too afraid to open my eyes and look.

In between screams, the blonde hums and whistles, taking enjoyment in my ex’s pain. It goes on for what feels like hours.

When silence settles into the room, I open my eyes, wet with tears, looking over at Jason and wishing I hadn’t. A flayed skeleton sits where Jason used to, facing me, flesh peeled off, mouth stretched open in a permanent scream, skull devoid of eyes.

I’m going to die here.

THE TASK

DALTON

All too soon, my fun is over. Bloody hands rest on my hips and I glare at Jason for being such a bitch and not lasting longer. I haven’t even cut any meat off. The temptation to whine and stomp my foot is strong, but I haven’t forgotten about my chocolate companion. Her little whimpers kept my cock hard during the entire filleting.

Pursing my lips, I tap a finger against them, debating if it’s flaying or filleting. Either way, food is food. I turn to look at her. Great. She’s crying again, shutting those warm brown eyes closed. Oddly, I wanted to look into them. Would they look as pretty floating in a soup? I’m not sure I want to find out, stalking toward her, admiring the lush body stretched out on my slab.

This isn’t me, it’s her. My appreciation for animals never extends past how beautiful their screams sound and tender their flesh tastes.

Looking down at her, eyes still squeezed shut, I decide she needs a test. Food or playmate. Other than Deaton, I’ve never had a playmate. Familial bonding between us consists of hunting together and him sitting back with a beer and watching me slice off thin slices of meat until I’m bored and just start cutting to hear screams tease my ears.

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