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I use the knife to stab him under the ribs. A stain blossoms on his plaid shirt as his blood seeps through, and a low groan escapes his lips. With each twist of the knife, I can feel the resistance as the muscle and fat separate beneath the skin. I apply more force with each strike, hacking away until his organs are laid bare, almost as if they are staring back at me.

Thick, crimson pools beneath my fingers, slick and warm against my skin. Rolling him onto his stomach takes me more effort, but I refuse Burke’s help.

With the knife, I cut open the back of his shirt and carve along his flesh. His screams echo through the living room, like a song I’ve been craving for the entirety of my life.

Picking up the rolling pin he used to hit me countless times, I slide it through the blood on his back and between his cheeks. I think about telling him it won’t hurt like he did for me, but why lie? I get the handle in, but I can’t fit anymore. No matter how hard I push, it won’t go in.

Frustration runs through my veins. I’ve had problems with my stomach my entire life because of what he did to me, and I refuse to leave without having this exact revenge.

I use the knife to cut his hole bigger and jam the rolling pin as far as it’ll go. The rough wood texture should cause an agony like the nights he shoved into me. Andrew’s guttural screams and groans fill the space over the squelching sound the rolling pin is making in him.

I let go, and fall back on my heels, glancing down at the well-deserved desecration of his body. For once in my life, I can finally take a full breath.

Burke steps forward and kicks him onto his back. He then steps over the body and kisses my forehead, wiping the sweaty hair from my face. “You did good, Dragonfly.”

Andrew turns his head, blood pouring over his teeth and down his chin. He grins like this is a game he’s in control of andwheezes out, “Dragonfly eh? Didn’t you know she’s a Kitty Cat, but not just any kinda feline, a fucking scaredy cat.”

“I believe Clara is quite brave. She survived youandserved up revenge. That, in itself, is more courage than you could muster up your entire life,” Burke says.

Andrew directs his glassy gaze from Burke to me. “I took your innocence, everything I could, I stole it from you. I gave you enough scar tissue that you’ll never be able to forget me.”

His words hit me like a sack of bricks, as if I could escape his actions from the past and move forward in a world without my history following me.

“Scar tissue tells a story. A woman who’s overcome so much and now never has to worry again. She can stand on her own two feet to fight the demons in the real world and the ones in her own head. Not only will she never have to worry about pieces of shit like you again, because I will never leave her side, but I will also show her what true love looks like and how she should have always been treated.”

“Blah blah blah, I had her first, and you can never erase those memories,” Andrew gasps.

I get up and step forward, but Burke stops me. He takes the knife from my hand and lowers his head to kiss me. “He’s mine now.”

Chapter Eight

Burke

Witnessing Clara perform her revenge was sweeter than I thought it would be. Now she gazes at me curiously. Even covered in blood, Clara and her radiant smile make my dick throb. Rage and lust swirl inside of me like a hurricane.

I shift my attention from her to my work. Lowering the knife to his neck, her voice gives me pause before I slice open his artery.

“What if we fucked right now? Would that be the ultimate send off?”

“Is that what you want?” I turn to gaze up at her, my mouth dries and I arch an eyebrow.

“It’s wrong though, right? I mean, I know what I did to him, but doing this seems fucked up, and I don’t know why I want it.” She fidgets with the button on her jeans, and I stand, bringing the knife with me.

“Don’t think so. If that’s what you want, who am I to deny you?” I place the knife on the chair and rip her clothes off, tearing the fabric of her shirt and shucking off her jeans. I unzip the large hoodie I’m wearing, and as I pull the shirt over myhead, her cool touch makes me jump. “God, you drive me crazy,” I whisper.

Undoing my belt, she kneels in front of me. Her dark hair pulled back in a slick ponytail, letting me see those green orbs I can get lost in. She rips my jeans down and wraps her hand around the base of my cock.

When she pulls me closer to wrap her lips around my length, the room fills with the sound of her suction, and Andrews grunts. I should have sliced him wide open when I had the chance. He’s ruining the moment.

Gripping her ponytail, I fuck her mouth and hold her to the base of my shaft, her throat milking me until I pull away and let her breathe. Wrapping my hand around her neck, I tug gently, and she stands in front of me waiting for direction. “You are such a good slut, you know that, right?”

She nods, and I bend her over the arm of the recliner. When she recoils, I release her, and Clara immediately stands.

“I can’t… not there.” She looks down at the floor, twisting her fingers.

I’m not about to press her for details. The memories crusted within these dirty walls are enough to make my skin crawl without needing details.

I lie down beside the crimson mess and pull her down onto my face. Gripping her thighs, I explore her folds and lick her sweet juices as she grinds her clit against me. As she tenses, I roll her over and Andrew’s vacant gaze is locked on us. She sent him straight to hell.

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