Page 2 of Lovers Fate

I swallow, and my throat feels like it’s on fire.

“Do it!” a woman’s voice echoes inside my head.

The song “Daddy” by Korn plays loudly in my mind. The lyrics feed the surge of adrenaline through my veins, feeding my muscles.

I turn around. My hand automatically runs along the smooth surface of the wooden handle of an ax behind my bedroom door caked in mud.

“It’s right there. That’s it. He’ll do it again, Athena. You know he will.”

The ax scrapes against the wooden floorboards in the hallway as I make my way back to my mother’s room, where my stepfather stands at the foot of the bed, his cock erect. His mouth hangs wide, and then a look of fear storms his face when he sees me.

My vision goes in and out. My breathing picks up. My pulse pumps under my skin. The melody in my mind intensifies, akin to a symphony.

I’m not sure if he comes to his senses because I don’t hear him.

When my eyes come back into focus, I yank the ax from his forehead. I taste copper in my mouth from his blood. I swing again to the beat of the music playing in my head. My vision goes black. I’m not sure if he’s screaming. All I hear is the lyrics to the music, and then I’m pulling the blade from his chest. He’s on his knees, eyes blank, but I don’t stop.

I can’t.

There is no turning back.

When my vision comes into focus again, there is so much blood on the bed that it looks like it is raining blood from a storm cloud.

His mouth gurgles. His eyes stare at me in disbelief.

When he falls back on the bed, his body starts to convulse. I lean over him with a smile playing on my lips. “Who’s the good girl now?”

I swing the ax.

My vision goes black.

When I’m done, I step back, making footprints from the puddle of blood next to his headless body. My gaze darts around the room, and it starts to spin.

“What the fuck!” I scream when I realize what I’ve done. His hands, sliced open next to his penis, are also severed down the middle lengthwise, reminding me of the way he watched me eat a hot dog from the barbecue grill the previous weekend. The way he gave me a once-over when no one was looking as I got out of the pool.

I could have run and called for help, but it’s too late.

I killed him.

TWO

DRACO

“There are three of them,”Kaden says behind me, out of breath.

It must be bad.

“Where?” As I ask, I observe the five individuals who are currently tied, gagged, and nailed to the wood floor by the tops of their feet. The glow from the red light above gleamed in their wide eyes, filled with fear, pleading for me to have mercy.

“They had them in dog cages,” Kaden says, but I don’t miss the sharp edge in his tone.

“What the fuck...? Get them out.”

“It’s not that simple,” Kaden replies coolly.

I zero in on the asshole with ginger-colored hair. I discovered him in a black van, which guided me to a deserted house in the forest a town away.

I’m too late. We’re all too late.

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