Page 22 of Grave Possession

“I ran into Officer Graves the night before last.” That could easily explain his overly abusive behaviour. I’m the object of Lennox’s affection and he fucking hates him. What do I say? Stay indifferent, Mallory.

“Well, you work together, so it would be weird if you didn’t see each other,” I return. I want to know where he’s going with this. What happened? He pulls me closer, tightly wrapping his arms around my waist, it feels as though every inch of us is touching.Stay. Fucking. Calm.

“He’s under the impression you two are no longer together,” he says, nuzzling into my hair and breathing deep. What the fuck? He’s really not looking for me? That’s impossible. Victoria would never allow that. She would search for me, with or without Nox’s help…I think. It’s a lie, it has to be. However, I’ve already sewn the seeds ofdoubt so well while being locked in the cellar, I don’t know what to believe anymore.

“That would be a good assumption since he isn’t even worried about me, and I’ve been gone for over a week and a half,” I spit, my reply dripping with venom.

“Oh, bitter about that, are ya, darlin’?” he purrs, pushing the hair back from my face, and running his tongue up my neck to suck on my ear lobe.

“I’d be stupid not to be.”

“Want to get back at him?” he whispers.

My mind screams ‘no’ but my lips pant a breathy “Yes.”

I know I shouldn’t do this. It’s all going to blow up in my face when he notices I’m as dry as a farmer’s field in the midst of a drought. How does one get wet while repulsed beyond all comprehension? “How do you suppose we do that?”

“Stroke me, darlin’.” His breath is moist against my flesh and it makes my skin crawl.Fake it, Mallory. Porn stars do it, so can you.I drag my nails lightly down his abdomen then move to rub him over his khaki trousers, the pathetic cock between his legs already stiff as he thrusts against my hand. This will be over before I know it, he’s never been touched without a fight before.

His hot breath fans across my clavicle, blowing up into my nostrils. The smell is repulsive and I have to suppress a cough. He tightens his grip around my middle, walking me backwards until the wooden siding of the cabin meets my shoulders. It’s old, weathered, and abrasive, scratching my skin. His hips gyrate as I grasp his few inches of length over the fabric. Cold, smooth hands worm theirway under the shirt I’m sure belonged to a previous woman, and I ignore the urge to flee. Instead, I moan. Luring him further into my web of deceit. He cups my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. It does nothing for me, but peaks because of the stimulation. His sound of appreciation makes me nervous. I don’t want him inside me again.

I grip his dick hard and whisper, “Are you going to cum for me?” He nods loosely, resembling a bobble head, while breathing heavily. I spin us, taking control. Hobbling on my one good leg, I push his back against the rough wood exterior of the cabin. Forcing down a wince of pain as I attempt to dominate the serial killer. He roughly crashes into the side of the shack as I start to lose my balance. I grab his shoulders on instinct, and he catches me quickly before I take us both down. Smirking, he pulls me flush against him. “Sorry,” I whisper at the same time he says, “Keep going.”

I don’t know what I was thinking when I decided to try and top him, I have no idea what I’m doing. I just don’t want to end up in the cage again. It’s so damn small, I can’t move enough to get blood flowing or any friction to warm my skin. I hate being so fucking cold.

He takes my hand in his, placing it on his throat like before. His cock twitches against my leg and I know the show must go on. I cinch my fingers tight around his neck. “I asked you a question,” I snap. With one hand on his junk, and my other around his throat, I jostle him, pushing him against the building again. “Answer me, pig.”

“Yes, I’m goin’ to cum for ya. Fuck, darlin’…harder,” hewhines. So pathetic, so easy to manipulate. I tighten my grip on both his dick and his neck. Watching his face redden because of my ferocity.

“Then fuckin’ cum for me, killer,” I purr. I don’t know who I am. I don’t recognize my voice. Is this my survival instinct kicking in? I don’t fucking know, but that feeling of power reignites in my veins and I do know I’d snap his fucking neck right now if I had the strength to do it.

His body shudders, eyes rolling back, as a guttural moan reverberates out around us. He cums in his pants like an imbecile, and I’m extremely pleased with myself. As terrible and gross as this was, it was my choice. I didn’t get taken against my will or smacked around, and there’s some twisted sense of pride in that.

Chapter Seventeen

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The orgasmic haze clears and Mallory is still pressed up against me. One hand on my cock, like she can’t get enough, and one hand around my throat. Her eyes betray her, she fucking wants to eat me for dinner. I can’t go again quite yet, darlin’, but I’ll be sure to get you something to eat. You’ve earned it. I’ll make her a hundred sandwiches if she continues to make me feel like that. She’s the first female to ever embrace my desires without disgust. I wonder what will happen when I show her more of what I want. Will she step up to the plate or tuck tail and run?

What the fuck am I thinking? She’s my prisoner, not my fucking girlfriend. I push her back. “Get off me,” I snarl. She staggers, trying to catch herself, but falls back, landing on her ass. I see the minuscule wince of pain cross her face before she locks it down and goes back to a blank slate.

“Fuck you.” She looks up at me, debating whether to even try to stand or not. Stay down, bitch. “That will bethe last orgasm you get from me if you’re just going to be a dick afterwards.” No it fucking won’t be. You’ll give it or I’ll take it, doesn't matter either way to me.

“Oh, I highly doubt that, darlin’,” I taunt, crouching down and getting eye level with her. My hand snaps out, gripping her swollen knee. It’s twice the size it should be, and such a pretty smattering of grotesque colours. I tighten my grip, but she doesn’t break. Come on, Mallory, scream for me. I pull the new burner phone from my back pocket and turn on the video, zooming in on her face of stone. She cracks. Pulling out a phone is new, to the both of us. It freaks her out, but it thrills me. I want to fucking destroy Graves, and if I can’t do it by taking his girlfriend, I’ll do it by being the killer he can’t ever seem to catch.

I click off the recording. “Help me taunt your ex and maybe I’ll let you phone a friend,” I say. That gets her attention. I watch the wheels turning in her head as a smirk pulls at her lips.

Nodding slowly, she looks me right in the eye. “Cuff me,” she whispers, nibbling her bottom lip between her teeth. I can’t help it, I’m being dragged against my will towards a full blown blooming obsession for her. If she’s a pain slut, I may not have to kill her at all. I mean… I might accidentally murder her, I’ve never been good with restraint, but if that happens, I’ll just find another replacement. She places her hands out in front of her, and I pull my police issued handcuffs from the cargo pocket on my thigh, snapping them painfully tight around her small wrists.

“Make it believable,” I encourage.

“I don’t have to fake it, it fucking hurts. I just don’tlike giving you the satisfaction of my pain,” she sasses back at me.

“Why is that so easy for you? I’ve never seen anyone clam up like you.”

“Are we swapping stories or fucking with the police?” She is such a cunt sometimes, but I want to know how her fucking brain works. I glare at her, waiting her out. Finally, she huffs at me, exasperated. “Dennis also used to get off on beating the shit out of me, so did his friends. I learned to keep quiet or else they hit me harder for drawing attention.” Sounds like my mother, no wonder our dark parts play well together. I nod.

“Showtime.” I say, raising the phone camera once again.

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