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“Time to go home Lilith.”

“Yes daddy,” I giggle. The last time we spoke, when he fired me, he told me I acted like a child, so I might as well be consistent. He snatches up my hand and yanks me out of the bar and to the car. Next thing I know my front is being slammed against the car door, Elijah pinning me in place with his body pressed against mine. He rests his head on my shoulders for a moment before whispering, “You want to continue to act like this Lilith?”

His left hand wraps around my throat, squeezing slightly before he continues. “Where I’m from, bad behavior doesn't go without punishment.” His tone drips with lust and I can feel my arousal dampening my panties. His right hand

begins to navigate its way down my body and over my curves . Goosebumps raise from the surface and I let out a slight whimper as I lean myself back into his grasp.

“I fucking hate you,” I whisper, “you left me. I needed you and you left.” My voice cracks as the last words leave my lips.

“Hate is a strong word, pretty baby.” His hand dips underneath my dress and slides my thong over to the side. I raise myself up onto my tiptoes to give him better access as his fingers dip into my pussy.

“Hate doesn’t coat my fingers in arousal,” he smirks as he pulls out his hand and raises it to wipe my juices across my lips. Mytongue darts out to collect it off my skin as his hand coasts its way back down. Elijah’s other hand tightens on my throat again while he begins to work on my clit. “I don’t think you hate me Lilith, I think you crave me as badly as I crave you.”

I moan as I feel the orgasm begin to build. “You…left…me” I manage to get out in between my soft moans. I start to grind into his palm, desperate for release. But his hands instantly leave my body, stealing my pleasure. I turn towards him, ready to protest for my quickly dissolving orgasm, but the look he gives me silences me. His hands raise to cup my cheeks and he slowly grazes his thumb over my bottom lip.

“I had to, pretty baby. I still have to.” Without another word he leads me to the other side, opens the door, and walks over to enter from the driver's side. The drive to my place goes on in a deafening silence.

Chapter eleven

Kameron

This is not the dead body I expected to have on my hands tonight, I think as I stare down at the man tied to the armchair in my motel room. Blood is pouring from his nose, due to his inability to admit he’s a pervert. Honestly, I had fully planned on following a drunk Lilith Jones home. Making it look as though her grief had gotten the best of her. But seeing her cold gray eyes ignite as she lost it on my current victim sparked something in me as well. No one was going to play around with my pest before I had the chance. So here I was after leaving the bar with this sack of shit in my trunk.

“Alright buddy! Are you ready to try again?” I grin down at him.

“Fuck you,” he snarls back. I let out a sigh as I begin to pace back and forth in front of him.

“It’s funny to me how predators never seem to realize when they're finally the ones in danger.” I grab the pen off the hotel desk and stroll back over to the man, clicking it open.

“Oh no,” he says sarcastically as he spits out some of the blood that dripped down from his nose, “What are you going to do? Write on me ?”

I flash him one more smile as I bend down and unbutton his shirt. “In.” His face contorts with confusion right before I pierce into his chest with the tip of the pen. The pig’s eyes glaze over with shock as he looks from me to the trickle of blood sliding down from the entrance on his chest. “Now buddy,” I say, bringing his full attention back to me. “I’m

really bad at grammar, why don’t you help me out so I don't have to fix all the mistakes I'm about to make?”

“W-w-what?” He stutters, eyes growing wider.

“Well if you weren't going to say it, the least you could do is help me spell it.” I start to drag the pen through his flesh as I remind him, “better hurry and get to spelling, or this first letter is going to be an M.”

“I,” he rushes out, realizing it's in his best interest to take my threat seriously. My pen moves straight down through his skin and muscle to create the letter, before pulling it out and shoving it back in a space away.

“A.M” His breathing grows shaky as I carve the next word in. Blood pours out of the wounds, soaking into the waist of his pants, now dark with urine. “Please don’t do this. She was just some bitch dressed like a slut anyways,” he pleads, “she’s not worth the legal trouble.”

“Legal trouble?” I question as I pierce the skin again, readying myself for the next word.

“Let me go now and I promise I won't involve the cops. I get it man. Everyone has gotten worked up over some good pussy every now and again.”

I let out a chuckle, “Who says you're leaving at all?” I look up just in time to watch the blood drain from his face. What a beautiful sight. He begins to wail and scream for help, and I justsit back and watch. After a few minutes, he tires himself out and stares back at me.

“Are you going to continue your little spelling lesson or are we just going to sit here while you slowly bleed out?”

“Why isn't anyone coming?” His voice comes out broken and defeated. “This is a fucking motel. There’s no way the other guests can't hear me.”

I start flicking the pen lodged in his chest, making it swing up and down as I respond. “This is the shittiest motel in this city. It’s full of drug addicts high off their rockers, and other shady criminals trying to get shit done. No one wants the cops here. Now,” I bark, “are you going to fucking continue or should I just write the whole god damn alphabet?”

“A.” The letter breaks through his sobs.

“Last word buddy, see I knew you could do it!” I cheer him on as though he’s a child spelling his name out for the first time.

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