Page 104 of Rage

His forehead wrinkles as his eyebrows pull together. "Wh-who are you then?"

"Picture me with light colored hair up to about here." I bring a hand up to my chin. "About three inches shorter, a hundred pounds fatter, wearing glasses and a school uniform." I pause, waiting for him to conjure up the image of me back at Winter Lake. His eyes dart side to side as he thinks.

"Don't remember me, Alistair? That's too bad. Because I was never able to forget you." I step closer, and use the open knife to cut his shirt open, making sure not to nick his skin, not yet anyway. I take a deep breath, then step back a bit. "I'm Calista Graves. You and your buddy Derren assaulted me, senior year at Winter Lake."

This dumb fuck actually laughs. "I fucked s-so many girlss when I went to Wi-Winter Lake. I can-can't remember them all." He laughs again, and it infuriates me. I close the blade of my knife and tuck it into my pocket before approaching him. I draw back my arm, punching him in the ribs repeatedly. Thanks to the chains holding him in place, he's unable to get away from my blows.

"You called me trailer trash. Beat me half to death. Shoved me into the trunk of the car you still drive to this day, then tied me to a picnic table and hit me so hard that I lost consciousness. To this day, I have no idea what else you did to me that afternoon." I pause for a minute, letting him absorb my words. I pull my knife out of my pocket, flicking it open once again. And I can see the moment he remembers. His eyes narrow, then widen. Not wanting to hear him whine when I start having my fun, I put the ball gag on him, and secure it tightly at the back of his head. Then I trace the pointed end of my knife along his naked chest.

"Ah, so you do remember me then. Technically, I should thank you. If it hadn't been for you not facing any consequences for what you did to me, and likely countless other girls, I wouldn't be who, or where, I am today." I start to carve my signature into his chest. Alistair attempts to pull away from the tip of my knife, but the chains hold him securely in place. "A piece of shit like you doesn't deserve my praise though. I'll save it for a man who does."

As if I have the power to summon such a man, I hear Erich's heavy footsteps upstairs, and his muffled voice calls out for me. Grateful that I’ve already put the gag into Alistair's mouth, I wipe my knife clean on his shirt, then step back. Half of my signature is done, I just need to add the crown on top of it. I tuck my knife into my pocket, pat Alistair's cheek once, then walktowards the steps. I'm panicking on the inside, but I refuse to let Alistair see any of it.

I don't know what I'm going to tell Erich exactly, and I'm quickly running out of time. I reach the door and flip the switch to turn off the lights before opening it. I call out once I get the door closed behind me. "Erich? I wasn’t expecting you back tonight."

He steps out of the living room, holding Alistair's empty glass. His eyes hold questions that I know I’m going to have to answer.

I sigh, "Sit down. I need to talk to you." Fuck it, I have to come clean to him. If he cares as deeply for me as I think he does, he'll understand. Right?

"Baby, you're making me nervous. What's going on?" He looks like he's on the verge of tears. We sit on the edge of the couch, and I take his hands in mine.

"I want to start by telling you that I'm falling for you. I never expected to meet anyone I liked, let alone love someone. That being said, I haven't been one hundred percent honest with you." I take a deep breath to steady my nerves, and Erich gives my hands a squeeze.

"I-I'm a monster. A good monster, but a monster nonetheless. For the last few months I've been leading someone on. Someone who hurt me years ago but didn't recognize me when he saw me again this year. The chains I had installed in the basement? I didn't have them installed with the sole intention of you using them on me like I led you to believe..." I trail off, but Erich seems to understand what I mean.

"Are-are you telling me that right now there's someone chained up in the basement? Someone who hurt you?" I nod once, unable to meet his eyes. I'm not ashamed of what I'm doing, but I do feel bad for lying to Erich.

"Is this person the one who assaulted you in high school?" He pulls one of his hands away from mine and uses it to lift my head.

My eyes meet his, and I see a deep well of understanding. "Yes."

"I'm guessing you don't plan to let him go when you're done doing whatever it is that you plan to do to him?"

"He's not leaving my house alive, Erich." My voice is strong and unwavering as I speak the words, admitting aloud for the first time that I plan to murder Alistair. Erich nods, then loosens his tie before pulling it off and rolling up his shirt sleeves. He stands up, holding out a hand for me. "Show me. I want to watch."

My eyes dart between his, I need to be sure. "You really want to do this? This isn't a path you can come back from, Erich. Once you see this side of me..." I shrug, and as my shoulders drop back down, Erich kneels in front of me. His hands reach up to cup my face as he says, "Calista, I love every single part of you. Including the dark parts that you haven't shown anyone. You are mine. My beautiful girl. My princess. I want to be your partner in all ways. Do you understand?"

A single tear runs down my cheek, and his thumb wipes it away. "Yes, Daddy." His lips meet mine in a hurried kiss, and when we part, I open my eyes, looking into his as I whisper, "I love you, too." He drops a kiss to my forehead before standing up, holding out a hand, which I take. He helps me stand, and I lead him to the basement. I unlock the door and pull it open, then reach for the light switch, flipping it back on. We silently walk down the steps, and when we reach Alistair, Erich stops abruptly. He looks between me and the man I have chained up.

"Alistair?" Erich's voice is full of disbelief.

"You know him?"

Erich turns to me and nods slowly. "I told you that I have a son I haven't seen or spoken to in a decade. Alistair is that son." Erich scoffs, then turns to face his son.

Alistair attempts to speak, but the ball gag prevents him from doing so.

"I can't even say I'm surprised, Son." Erich glances down at Alistair's chest, and that's when he notices what I started to carve into him. "Wait. I know that symbol. I've seen it on the news. Princess, are you the one they've been calling the Ice Queen?"

"Yes. Too many men assault women every day and get away without so much as a slap on the wrist. It's not right."

Erich is quiet for a moment, then he steps closer to me. He pulls me against his body, and I can feel how turned on he is. He kisses me, and it's all teeth and tongue. We fight for dominance, and he lets me win. When we part, he looks into my eyes and says, "I love you, so fucking much. Let's finish this together, yeah?"

I step back, pull my knife from my pocket, and flick it open. "I love you too, Daddy." I nod to the side. "In the freezer, there are several icicle molds. Pull one out of the mold for me, would you?" Erich kisses my forehead, then steps away while I walk closer to Alistair and finish my carving. Just as I pull the knife away from his chest for the last time, Erich approaches me, icicle in hand.

He holds it out for me, then wraps his hand over the top of mine and stands behind me. Together, we shove it into Alistair's eyeball. Even the ballgag isn't enough to muffle his screams as the tip penetrates the gelatinous orb. It's one of the best sounds I've heard all day, second only to Erich whispering a husky, "I love you," in my ear as we shove the icicle deeper into the eye socket. Thanks to the drug I gave him, Alistair passes out from the sensory overload. He'll die quietly, at least.

As his screams finally die out, Erich turns me around and devours my lips in the hottest kiss we've ever shared. He pulls away from me and quickly unzips my body suit before unzipping his fly.

He picks me up, and slides into me easily. Turns out, murder makes both of us horny. You won't catch me complaining whatsoever, though. I let him take me, while he whispers how much he loves me over and over. I lose track of how many times he brings me to orgasm in front of the dead body in the middle of the room.

This man is my perfect other half, and I can't wait to see how our future unfolds.

The End.

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