Page 45 of Drowned In Silence

I feel free. I feel like I belong somewhere when I haven’t felt like that in forever. I feel… Alive.

“We’ll be back later. Don’t stay up, Pen,” Elliot tells him as we walk past to the front door. “I’m taking her out on the town.”

“Fine. Try and stay out of trouble. Don’t make it too messy either. I don’t want to ask Mom to fix another mess,” he chuckles, turning his attention back to the TV and waving goodbye.

“Come on, Little Raven. Let’s go find someone to play with,” Elliot whispers into my ear, letting me walk in front of him out of the door.


We parked down the street from a bar, watching the entrance and all the people going in and out.

“You choose whoever you want, Darling. You point to who, and I’ll grab them.” He’s holding my hand tightly, allowing my thoughts to clear up a little.

This is it. I’m going to find someone, and I’m going to kill them. I’ve tried for years to cause myself pain, tried to take my suffering out on myself. What will it feel like to put that on someone I don’t know? What will it feel like to plunge a blade into another human?

“That one,” I tell him, pointing at a drunk man coming out of the bar. I’ve watched him for the last couple hours going in with different women. Each time he comes out, he stuffs his dick back into the waistband of his pants. Almost like he walked in, got them where he wanted to, and then discarded them looking for the next girl he could use. My mind is made up the moment he raised his hand and hit one of the girls with his closed fist. She tried to shy away from him, but didn’t quite make it. I’m used to it, but I know that isn’t normal. If I can save at least another person from being abused, then I will be happy. He deserves to die.

“You sure?” He says. I can tell he’s smiling from under his mask, the way his voice sounds gives him away.

“How do we get him away from the bar? He doesn’t seem to want to leave,” I ask.

“Two choices. You can bait him until he walks away with you. Or we wait until he leaves on his own volition. What’s your choice?”

I have to sit for a while and decide. I’ve never really been given the choice on what I want, so it's tough. Elliot has given me more choices in the last couple weeks than I’ve ever had before.

“Bait. Give me ten minutes.”

He leans over the center console and pulls off his mask, looking me in the eyes. “Be careful. I trust you, Darling but I’ll still be watching the entire time. This is all for you. Do what you want or need to do.”

I lean in the rest of the way and kiss him. When I break the kiss, I reach up and put his mask back in place.

“Give me ten minutes and I’ll be right back.”

I slip out of the car with my mask on. Walk across the street and down to the bar entrance. I know how to look weak. I know how to take a man home.

“Hey sexy. How are you doing tonight?” The man I want asks. He moves over to where I’m leaning against the brick wall. “You all by yourself?”

“Yeah, I am. What are you doing tonight? You looking to play?” I reply, my voice sweet and innocent.

“Mmm, of course I am.” His hand slides around my midsection, his face leans down closer to mine. “You want to take me home baby? I won’t make you regret it.”

“Come on then. Show me that you aren’t all talk,” I whisper. I grab his tie and start to walk away, pulling him behind me.

“Oh, someone who knows how to have a good time. I like.”

I bring him around the corner, walking backwards for a minute and smiling at him. The more he thinks I’m as weak as I look, the better. When I turn back around, Elliot is standing in front of us with his mask on and his hands in his pocket.

The stranger tries to pull back on his tie, and I strengthen my grip.

“What? Are you too scared to play with him too?” I tease.

“No, no. I thought it would just be us. I don’t want any trouble,” he tries to backpedal.

“Tough shit,” Elliot tells him, wrapping his arm around his throat and dragging him to the trunk. I let go of his tie and keep watch– making sure no one else sees as Elliot ties him up and gags him.

“Good girl, Little Raven. Come on, let’s go play somewhere quieter.”

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