Page 32 of The Game

Fingers reaching out to trail along the cluttered surface of a makeup table, they bump against something cool.

“And now you know,da?” I hiss, fingers curling around a metal clip, long like the beak of some ancient bird. His eyes flicker from my hand to my face as he backs himself further into a corner the more I advance.

“Yes-yes!” he pants.

The woman attempts to dash around me and run, but my eyes cut to her just as quickly, pinning her to the wall with a mere look.

“You do not run from me unless I tell you to,” I say, satisfied to watch her cheeks drain of color, her palms splayed on the black wall behind her. She obeys so beautifully. Coming to a stop before the man who’d been about to rape her, I reach out and pat his shoulder, keeping my eyes on her trembling form.

“Maks, not in front of her—”

Gripping the mic in my sleeve, I crush it with one snap, forcing the entire system I wear to cut out. Deep-rooted ecstasy pools in my gut and bubbles upward, washing me in such rapture it’s a wonder I can keep my hands from trembling. I will not kill him; we may need him yet. But any man who dares to question me will come to regret it.

“Eyes open, love,” I say, throwing a salacious wink to my muse, the embodiment of natural perfection. Tears flood her face as she shakes, but she nods her obedience, hugging herself now.

“Wha—”

Before he can finish asking me his fucking stupid questions, I lash out with the hair pin, catching him across the cheek. And as he falls to the ground and I drive my knee into his gut to keep him planted, I grin like a wolf, baring my teeth as I carve exactly what this monster is into his forehead.

He’ll have a hell of a time explaining this one, but the warmth of his blood and his curdling screams make me feel more alive than I have in weeks, the feeling so euphoric it is akin to arousal, to climax. Psychosis skirts the line of sexual in its force.

Standing above him, fingers dripping in thick crimson as he wavers in and out of consciousness, I grin down at my masterpiece, the sight almost as beautiful as my muse. Turning to face her trembling form, I sink into the couch she was about to be bent over, crooking my fingers at her as I pant. She shuffles closer, sobbing silently, petrified, hugging her slim stomach.

When she’s within my reach, my hands grip her hips; she does well, even for how afraid she is, not pulling away, just wiping at her tears and shuddering with every breath.

“Shh, little one,” I say softly, pulling her gently to me, forcing her thighs to spread as she straddles my knee, her quivering increasing as my own limbs become shaky with the rush of adrenaline touching her brings. As short as she is, her hot cunt hovers over my thigh, and I give one final yank, forcing her to fall over onto me, quickly adjusting her so she straddles my lap, my fingers gripping her cheeks and forcing her eyes to the man passed out on the floor.

“Tell me, baby, did I do a good job?”

My eyes watch hers, tracing her face in an obsessive way. Having her this close triples my attraction to her, my cock so hard it verges on painful—a type of pain I relish. She’s quick to nod—brilliant girl she is, but even if she’d said no, I still would’ve felt the same. For the first time in my life, I do not care what she says to me, if only I can hear her speak, just to see if her voice is as angelic as her entire being.

“Good girl. I know it’s scary,da?” I say softly, my voice a rumbling growl. Her eyes flick back to mine and she nods quickly. There, deep in her gaze, her emotions waver between fear and comfort, as though she cannot decide which I bring out in her. I plan to always bring out both, for after today this woman will not stray from my side.

Unhinged, they call me. Psychotic. Deranged, a lunatic that would rival any slasher film villain. I feel things, but only in potent doses. Rage, distaste, exhilaration, and obsession. This woman gives me the latter two without even trying.

“Keep being a good girl. Tell me your name.”

Her already round eyes widen even more, pinkish lips parting on a soft gasp as she shakes her head. My face falls into what I feel to be the beginnings of rage, but she quickly reaches up, wagging her shaking hands before she begins to sign.

Surprisingly, my cock hardens even more, and it has everything to do with the fact she was about to be raped and wouldn’t have even been able to scream. The thought enrages me. That possessive side of me begs to claim what I now see as mine, to cement the notion in her mind as well as my own right in front of the man I will now kill.

Before I can speak, we’re interrupted as the door clangs open, the circus master standing there with a dark glint to his eyes. I’ve never met this man, but I smile all the same, for I can already feel our souls are similar, bonded in a way most aren’t.

He’s a killer, too, and when his eyes fall to my artwork, they linger as a sick smile grows on his lips.

“Assuming you two already know one another and you’re not hurting her, I’ll show you the back way out,” he says softly. Turning my attention back to my little muse, I reach up with my clean hand and brush my thumb over her supple cheek, wiping her salty tears away and resisting the urge to have a taste.

“Let him know the truth.”

Her strange eyes flicker with more emotions but eventually settle on trust, and she bashfully turns her face to this mysterious man, nodding before she uses her dainty fingers to sign. I do not understand, but it will simply be something I learn as quickly as possible in order to communicate. The man, however, grins softly and nods.

“Glad he could be here when I couldn’t.”

Slipping my hands to her round, soft ass, I dig my fingers into her flesh and stand, chuckling as she tilts forward and clutches me before peeking down. I am tall, though not a giant like Fordson.

“Show us the way, let my men know we’ve left,” I demand of the circus master. He holds open his arm, allowing me out first, letting the door slam closed on the fucker I will return to kill.

He’ll be easy to find with his new brand, assuming a vigilante doesn’t take him out first for what it says:

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