Page 58 of Run

It’s a fucking orchestra of voices, all telling me what to do and what not to do. I’m going insane. Maybe I’m already crazy. Fuck, of course I am. What kid wouldn’t be with all the traumas I’ve had? I’m fucking schizophrenic or something.

Advancing on her, holding up the tool so the moonlight shines off its surface, I flip open the visor of my helmet, staring her down, sneering with curled lips under the plastic and foam that hides all but my eyes. I’m a menace, an evil entity with eyes that are floating in the dark, stalking and preying on the virginal whore in front of me.

“Nooo!” She screams a bloodcurdling scream as I lunge at her, purposely missing her, making her jump and run to behind the fountain basin.

“Oh darn. I missed.” I laugh, jumping towards her again, making her squeal in fear and shock.

My fingers brush up against her arm, and she wails out like I’ve already cut her, her voice breaking the sky above us, loud enough you would think it could shake rain from theclouds. Her hair snaps towards me, the ends of the strands landing in the open visor, brushing against my eyes, and I laugh like a crazy person, grabbing her again, pulling her to me.

Her ass grinds up against my cock that’s raging hard in my sweats. It’s like I’m wearing nothing. I could fuck her without even pulling them down, I’m poking out the front of them so hard.

“Yeah baby. Grind on Daddy.” I pant in her ear, banging the helmet against the side of her head as I wrap my arm around her, placing the edge of the spade against her throat.

“Stop. Please stop. Just let me go.” She begs, bucking against me, crying out with her fingers feebly clawing at my tattooed arms and hands.

She’s a strong one but nowhere near able to pull herself away. I have her. She’s mine for now, and as I push the metal blade harder against her throat, the first scent of her blood fills my nose.

“I told you to run, and you ran. Now bleed, bitch.”

She struggles so nicely, and it just makes me harder. I want to fuck her. To lift her off her feet with just my cock, but something is holding me back. Something foreign and weird.

Lily: I thought I was what you wanted.

“No, Lily. Flower get out of my head. You can’t be in there too. God no.”

“You’re fucking crazy.” The blonde in my arms screeches, fighting harder like she just now realized I’m fucking insane.

“The kidnapping, the chase, the weapon, none of those told you that?” I ask, ripping the helmet back off and tossing itto the ground, ignoring that it’s a two-thousand-dollar piece of gear.

I want to lick up the blood that now pours from her neck, down the front of her white gown. I want to taste the blood of the metaphorical virgin, even if she is a dirty whore I picked up in a sex club as she knelt for some pathetic shit stain of a man with her mouth open begging for his cum.

Flipping her in my grasp, I pull her front to mine, the blade till up to her neck, pressing deeper as I flatten my tongue and lick up between her tits, catching the crimson river that flows down her chest. I can feel her erratic heart fluttering against my licks, making my cock leak in my pants.

“Mmmm, fuck yes.” I moan, rolling my eyes back, reveling in the metallic taste of the life that pours out of her.

A jingling sound, the sound of a dog’s tags breaks my attention on what I’m doing. Normally I wouldn’t be distracted by that, but the dogs are at their cabin, and Magnolia is in the house with Lily watching over her like a good girl.

“I didn’t have a bell, so I borrowed this.” Lily says from behind me.

Turning my gaze over my shoulder, I see her standing next to the fountain just steps away, twirling Magnolia’s collar on her index finger. Her other hand is on her denim clad hip, and she stares me down so calmly. The small breeze blows her frilly top baring her midriff, showing something glistening in the waistband of her jeans.

“Go back to the house Lily.”

“Why?”

One word from her pretty little mouth is enough to throw me over the edge again, just like she has been doing since I brought her here. One simple word from her is all it takes to change everything.

“Because. You can’t see this.” I say to her, shuffling around so she can see the blonde bleeding in my grasp.

“See what? You purge your demons on someone other than me?”

“What!?” I gasp staring at her, drawing my brows together in confusion, wondering what she’s hiding in her pants, and why she’s out here in the first place.

“You think this scares me?”

“It should.” I holler at her, pressing the spade even deeper into the girl, wanting to scare my flower, for her to see that I really am a monster, and to run from me like she should have done before.

Chapter Thirty-Two

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