Page 44 of The Trick

“Can I help you?” I ask, feeling my impatience beginning to mount. Every second that passes with me still in here and Blair outside, is another second longer I have to wait to wrap my hands around her pretty fucking neck.

Arms crossed, Glinda rolls her eyes. “Honey,” she begins, condescendingly. “The only help you need is in the form of a fucking straitjacket, and I don’t even think that will stop you.” Closing the space between us, she lifts her wrinkled hand, revealing a peculiar ring. I watch the blood shake beneath the glass and huff to myself. I can’t be too mad at a fellow blood connoisseur for interrupting my evening, can I?

“I mean it, whatever weird shit you’ve coerced her into, well-” she stops herself for a moment to laugh. “It’s Blair, I shouldn’t be surprised,” she mumbles, shaking her head, focusing back on the conversation. She digs her finger once more at my mask. “Still, your sick twisted whatever ends at midnight, got it?”

“Or what? She going to turn into a pumpkin?” I joke.

“No,” she swallows hard, taking a deep inhale that suddenly softens her stern demeanor. “I know you think you have some power over her because of what you hold over her head. No pun intended.” She stops and my gaze flickers to where her hand is gliding across her neck. “Anyway, you and I both know that what you think you have on her is nothing compared to what has been said about you.” The accusation in her tone is strong.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie, as I try to move past her, but I’m stopped by her frail hand over top of mine. “Get off me,” I seethe, but she stubbornly ignores me.

“You can deny your past all you want and pretend that what your mother made you become isn’t your truth. But secrets are like a cancer, if you don’t address them, they will kill,” she warns, her voice cracking.

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing I don’t fear death then. Move aside, we’re done here,” I mutter, my gaze now on the doors that I so desperately need to walk through to get to her.

Don’t worry little hellcat, daddy’s coming.

My boot scuffs against the floor, as I step forward, not realizing Glinda’s hold is still on me.

“I said move aside,” I repeat, this time with an increased edge to my voice. “Move before I cut that fucking finger off.”

Squeezing my finger, her voice steadies. “I’d love to see you try,” she warns before finally letting go of me.

Hand on the door handle, I turn to Glinda’s icy glare. “If I were you, I’d be careful talking about things you don’t know. With the headless murders on the rise again, you don’t want to be next,” I warn with a sarcastic wink, she doesn’t take well to.

Uninterested in whatever snarky reply she will have, I push the door open. The crisp October air that brushes against my mask is a stark contrast to the untethered rage I feel when I see Blair is no where to be fucking found. Of course she didn’t listen. That would be too easy and nothing about Blair is easy for her defiant heart.

Desperate for her to be near me, I scan the sidewalk once more but she is nowhere in sight. Rage trickles in, overshadowing the desperation I feel, morphing me into a predator mode. Unable to contain my anger, I pound my fist into a jack-o-lantern outside the door. Some young kid shrieks as the pumpkin guts explode around my fist and his mom rushes him down the sidewalk, shielding him from me.

Pulling my hand out of the now gutted pumpkin, my ring comes into full view. I debate pressing the button that controls her harness, letting the blades wreak havoc on her flesh, draining the life out of her, but I have waited for this night for too long to not have a front row seat to her end.

CHAPTER 19

Making my way through the throng of people that are gathered on the sidewalk, I blend into the night air as I cross the street and head to the two wrought iron gates of the cemetery. I’m tempted to allow technology to help me like it did when Ifirstneeded a way into my little hellcat’s twisted existence, but given how I plan for tonight to end, I think a moreprimaltake on things would be more appropriate.

Looking over my shoulder, I wait until the sidewalk clears before hoisting myself up and over the locked gate. My feet barely hit the ground of the cemetery before I spot Blair’s harness on the barren ground.

Kneeling, I reach for it, immediately gravitating to the vibrator hidden in its center. A sly grin creeps across my face when my finger is met with the verywettoy. I must have disengaged the harness from my ring when my fist was clenched and smashing that damn pumpkin just moments before. Judging from the amount of arousal that coats the harness and my hand, I’d say she came right before it detached from her body. Sudden jealousy pings at my core as my fingers trace the intricate grooves of fabric. Gathering the remnants of her release onto my finger, my cock twitches to life as I slip my finger beneath my mask, sucking her sweet tang off it.

Fuck even her leftovers taste like every depraved thing I could ever want and it only fuels the predatory surge working through me as I straighten my spine. Relying on the light from the full moon, I begin searching for my final girl.

Moving past the rows of limestone and slate graves, I try to keep my steps as hushed as possible. That way if any sound breaks from the vast landscape that surrounds me, I’ll know where to head to find her.

“Oh, little hellcat…where are you?” I call out, trekking through the rows of graves and hilly land that makes this place an endless wonderland of death and despair. Each step I take fuels my adrenaline, making me feel like a true hunter. With the scent of my prey lingering in my nose and the great outdoors as my playground, the possibilities are fucking endless as to what I will do to her once I capture her.

I approach a fork in the pathway that divides the old section of the cemetery with the new, causing me to pause my search when a twig snapping in the distance catches my attention.

Remaining still, I wait for the sound again and sure enough it continues to happen, and with each distinct break of the fallen bark, the noise is getting closer to where I’m standing.

I’m getting warmer.

Heart pounding at my chest, I try to focus my gaze on the ripples of black air that consume my already limited vision beneath my mask.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” I mumble, continuing to listen for her footsteps when I spot a sliver of plump ass jiggling as it runs up the hill near the row of mausoleums.

My pulse skyrockets, yet the ripe need that courses through me is what fuels my steps to lock down my preyonce and for all.I regain my footing, the chains that drape over my thighs rattling with each fervent bounce of my stride. Feral excitement floods my veins when my vision is met with the point of her heel as she turns the corner of the cement structure she’s trying to run past.

Oh, no you don’t.

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