Page 47 of Bake the Town Red

Both cupcakes go into her eyes. Her left eye has turned into a white smudge, her right one a dark shade of brown. Gravity pulls on the cups, and two large chunks of the cupcakes go down with them to the tarp.

“No, no, this can’t be.” A new wave of tears breaks through the pastries and frosting, just barely. “Make it stop.”

“The only thing I want to stop is your lame voice and useless pleadings.” With a pep in my step, I hop over to the table and gather the rest of the cupcakes in my arms.

“I’m sorry.” Saliva drips down her cheek and to the floor. “I’ll be quiet, I swear, I’ll be so quiet that—”

“Yes, you will.” A chocolate cupcake is jammed into her mouth. Another goes to her nose.

Hmm. Her ears. I didn’t consider that when I flipped her to the side. I can only see one when she’s positioned like that.

“Come here.”

“No.” She spits the cupcake at me. “No.”

“Yes.”

My gloves are filthy as they grab onto her shoulders. She shudders, trying to get me off her.

To delay the inevitable.

Ha.

Ha.

“Don’t worry, darling.” I’m sarcastic as hell, though I don’t think she notices. “This is the last you’ll hear from me. Promise.”

It really is. Two cupcakes go to either one of her ears, both chocolate flavored.

The scent of pee permeates through the delicious chocolate and vanilla scents. I’d say I’m disgusted, except Birds here won’t hear a thing I’m saying. I’d rather save my breath.

I have one last cupcake left to wrap up this shitshow. A vanilla one. I left the best for last, so I’d be able to witness the damage I’m about to cause.

Birdie is a sputtering, unattractive mess when I grab my butcher’s knife from beneath the table. She has no idea I’m approaching her with a deadly weapon. She won’t have any idea about anything anymore.

The blade of the knife I wield glistens in the light one second. Next, I land a final blow to the back of her head. And again. And again.

She stops wiggling. Stops fighting me.

I still shove the last cupcake into the hole I dug.

The last freebie she’ll ever get.

CHAPTER NINE

Tyler

For almost forty-eight hours, I’ve been talking to myself. Convincing myself that staying away is the right thing to do.

When I left Dahlia on the third night of October, I couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t concentrate on saving her. All I wanted was to bring her pleasure. Make her cry for me. Take her home and love her for all I’m worth, which isn’t much.

But I’d given it to her.

My cock throbbed. Every wire in my head was fried.

I forgot about my anger. Forgot I hated her for not making it easy for me to cut her out of my life. For being so beautifully stubborn. For refusing to let me protect her.

Her obsession with me has always posed a risk. To her, and consequently me.

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