Page 618 of Rage

“Good God! What have you done!?” my father yells as he struggles in Elias’ arms.

Wrenching the chainsaw from her, she falls on her back, the blood pouring out of the six-inch wound in her stomach. Picking up the soft, jellylike organ, I throw it around my neck and sever the rest, wearing it like a necklace.

People say your first kill is hard, but that wasn’t true for me. I took great pleasure in taking that slimy mother fuckers life and I’d do it again. The toughness is in accepting youwantthem dead. I used to be pure in my thoughts but when you’re pure in your thoughts, the world takes advantage of you.

The horror on my father's face is the first I’ve seen it. He was always so damn serious, clutching his phone in his hand, plastered to his face, too busy to talk because he’s alwaysdoing business,but not today.

Elias releases him, snatching and crushing his phone beneath his boot.

“Rue...please...” His bottom lip wobbles as his life flashes before his eyes, and fuck it feels good to be the one in power.

“Get on your knees,” Elias demands, kicking him so he falls to the floor.

“Our father in heaven, hallowed be thy name,” he sobs.

Wiping my mother's blood on my shirt, I step forward toward him and bring his eyes to mine. “Pray to your lord...but your soul ismineto keep.”

He clutches his hands together, now sitting back on his heels, tears streaming down his face as he whispers, “I’m sorry.”

“I hope it was worth it. The money, the cars, the life...” The chainsaw roars to life in my hands, like a wild beast, finally free from its cage.

“We didn’t mean for this to?—”

Brains, blood, and matter spray in every direction as the chainsaw meets the top of his head, my screams ripping my throat apart as I push against the resistance of his skull. I don’t stop until it cuts through the bone, sawing down between his eyes, then nose and mouth. I want to keep going...to saw him in half, but the damn battery dies.

“Fuck!” I yell in frustration, the chain now wedged in my father's skull.

“We probably should have charged it,” Elias jokes, stepping around to take a look at my artwork, adjusting himself. “That was a hell of a show though, shame it got cut short.”

“Ugh!” I pull at the chainsaw, holding my father's body with my foot. “You couldn’t have got something that runs on petrol?” I ask, yanking at the handle.

“And pollute the environment?” Elias laughs at his own joke and I turn to face him.

“Can you get it out or not?” I step aside and the body thumps onto the floor.

“Anything for you,Slasher.” He winks, and with one pull, he frees the chainsaw. My father's blood and brains drip onto the expensive rug they purchased for their twentieth anniversary, and I cover my mouth as a smile creeps onto my lips.

“What?”

Elias stands there, tall, all black outfit with torn denim jeans, covered in my father's blood. At first glance, you wouldn’t think he’s crazy but if the last few weeks have taught me anything, it’s that he very much is.

“I think I might be starting to understand why you’re constantly rock hard after you kill someone,” I admit, stepping toward him, our bodies mere inches away from each other.

“Miss Rue Bennett...are you flirting with me?”

The ridges of his muscles are like perfectly carved stone beneath my fingers. “I think I want to feel something other than rage tonight.”

“Say it and I’ll do whatever you want.” He wraps his arms around me, pulling me in. “I’llbewhoever you want me to be.”

“I wantyou, Elias.”

Reaching down, I unbuckle his belt and undo his pants, freeing his hard cock.

“If you touch me, I’ll never be able to erase it from my memory,” he speaks just as I wrap my hand around his length, thick and long.

“I didn’t know you were a romantic.” I smile.

“No,Slasher, I mean I won’t ever stop thinking about it...” He gulps as I stroke him. “I will obsess over it...and when I obsess over something, it usually leads to carnage.”

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