Page 61 of Depraved Truths

Negan would be proud of my baby Lucy. She’s beautiful. The metal gleams devilishly in the light as I admire my creation, the spikes protruding with menace from the barrel. The unyielding weight of it is oddly reassuring, and it feels as if it belongs in my hands, like an extension of myself. I’ve been waiting a long time to unleash Lucy—she's dangerous, lethal, and all mine.

“Please, please don't,” Dalton begs, tears and snot running down his face.

“Is that what Allie said? Did she beg you to stop?”

“I bet she did, but did you listen? No.” I swing the bat, the satisfying crunch as it connects with Dalton’s left knee ringing in the air. Blood oozes from the punctured, flayed skin.

He howls loudly, and Eli watches me with an intensity that floods my system with more euphoria than I ever thought possible.

“You know, I played softball when I was younger, but this is way more fun.”

“You are fucking crazy, b—”

Eli grabs Dalton by the neck in a chokehold silencing him. “I suggest you don’t finish that fucking sentence, D.”

Dalton struggles to breathe, turning purple before Eli lets him go. My God, that was fucking hot. I clench my thighs together.

“I’m a righty, but I always thought I could be ambidextrous,” I muse, winding up for a left-handed swing toward his right kneecap. “Yeah, I think so.”

Dalton sobs, looking down at his shattered kneecaps. I’ve never been particularly violent, preferring less aggressive methods with my victims. But this? This is cathartic.

“Tell me how you hurt Allie. I saw the bruises. Did you punch her in the abdomen, or slam her into the countertop?” I whirl the bat around, landing the blow to his abdomen, and I grin at the blood pours from his shredded skin. “I guess it doesn’t matter. You’re about to feel much worse.” Dalton screams, the sound grating and relentless.

“Christ, you are such a pathetic excuse for a man.” I motion for Eli to grab a gag off the wall so he can shove it into Dalton’s mouth.

“As much as I enjoy hearing you scream, you’re giving me a headache.” I cock my head, smiling coldly. “Speaking of headaches.Did you notice the damage you did to Allie’s face? You could have killed her. But that was the plan, wasn’t it? She realized what kind of monster you are, and you had no qualms about ending her life.”

I stare at Dalton, but he’s no longer looking at me, his eyes are unfocused, his breath is ragged, and his shoulders are slumped. Blood drips from his legs, pooling on the floor in a crimson puddle.

“Well, I have no qualms about ending yours, douchebag,” I say, lifting the bat. All the anger that has built up in me is now at its peak, spilling over uncontrollably, as I bring it down hard on the side of his head. Again. And again.

“I think you got him, Little Killer.” Eli smirks, bringing me out of my daze, and that’s when I realize tears are streaming down my cheeks. He takes the bat from my hands, and I look back at what remains of Dalton Jones.

I take a deep, steadying breath before turning to Eli. “Can I borrow your boat?”

While Eli is gone to grab the boat, I shower and order pizza. Allie sits curled up on the couch, a glass of wine in her hands. The television plays a sitcom, but she’s not watching it. She’s withdrawn into herself, and I’m starting to get really concerned about her. I couldn’t get her to eat anything, but I leave a plate beside her anyway. She loves pizza as much as I do.

All I can do is be here for her when she’s ready to talk.

I hear the roar of a boat engine and walk outside, watching Eli tie it up to the post on the dock. As he walks closer, the fresh scent of soap wafts toward me. I pause to inhale his fragrance.

“Hi, handsome.” I smile shyly as he cups my cheek and drops his lips to mine. Eli deepens the kiss, before nipping my bottom lip, and I whimper. He wraps his other arm around me, pulling me closer, and I shamelessly press against his growing erection. I need to have him, and I need to have him now.

“Are you soaking wet for me, baby?” he groans, his lips moving to my neck. He kisses and sucks his way down until he takes my hard nipple into his mouth.

“Y-yes,” I gasp, arching my back to give him better access. His teeth clamp down, and I feel a rush of pain mixed with pleasure.

“Oh, my god.”

“I need to taste you, baby.” His words send shivers through me, and my knees weaken. I’ve never experienced pleasure like this before, this instantaneous mixture of lust and deep emotional connection.

Pausing abruptly, “Wait! Allie...”

Understanding dawns in his eyes and he grabs my hand, pulling me toward the boat dock. We giggle like a pair of teenagers, stopping every few moments to kiss, we can’t keep our hands off each other. Safely out of sight from the house, Eli presses my back against the railing, a slight breeze from the lake teases my skin.

He pulls my leggings and panties down, exposing me, and I spread my legs open for him, feeling completely unashamed. I’ve never considered myself an exhibitionist, but the idea of someone watching us excites me more than I can explain. Eli is awakening things in me I never knew I wanted.

He drops to his knees, gazing up at me in awe.

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