Page 4 of Grave Possession

As I round a bush, there’s Mallory, inching away like a worm from the maggot-ridden corpse she must have tripped over.

I grab her by the upper arm, hauling her back to her feet. She spits in my face and I collide my mouth with hers. Pursing her lips, she struggles in my hold as my blood smears across her face. “What’s the matter, little lady, don’t like our other roommate?”

Her vision shoots to mine. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re supposed to help people, not brutally torture and kill them!”

“That’s the genius of it though, isn’t it? No one will suspect the friendly small town cop to be the killer.” The suffocating smell of decomposition swirls around us, and I take in her every inch. Blood and gore stick to her clothes, the repulsive odour of death sinking deep into the fabric.I know soon she won’t be able to take it. With no other option but to strip naked before me, or become ill from the bacteria festering on her skin. I can’t wait.

I drag her around to the back of the cabin and wrench open the cellar doors. She continues to violently jerk and thrash in my hold, the carnage coating her skin makes maintaining a grip on her next to impossible. My nails dig in as I force her through the threshold. The moon is high in the sky, its light illuminating the steps that descend into the darkness. Mallory’s incessant fighting wears away at my patience. The tightrope she’s walking snaps as she jerks in my hold, almost taking me down with her. I’ve had enough. I throw her down the last few stairs onto the damp dirt floor. It’s not a terrible fall, but enough to get my point across. I want her to fight when I desire it, not every fucking minute.

To my surprise she doesn’t make a sound as she crumples into herself in pain. I encroach on her space, and she winces in agony trying to evade me. I already know she will be covered in bruises, based on the welt forming on her shoulder and the way she’s favouring her ribs.

I reach above me, pulling the dangling string that operates as a light switch. The dim bulb barely lights up Mallory’s new home, shadows slinking ominously around the area as the bulb sways back and forth. Horror overcomes her features as she takes in the space.

“A cage? Are you fucking kidding me?” she snarls, glaring daggers up at me. Dirt is smeared across her cheek as tears well in her eyes, a mix of fear, pain, and ire swirling in those whiskey irises. My dick twitches at theanticipation of seeing the tears stream down her face as her cries echo around the room. The salty wetness coating my cock as I control the symphony of her sobs with my dick in her throat. Her deep inhale pulls me from the fantasy, and upon her exhale all trace of emotion leaves her face. A mask of indifference smoothing over her once fearful, pain-laced features.

A thrill shoots through me because I know what I’m about to say next will break her open for me again. “You might like the fake sense of security it offers you after we really start to get to know each other.” I throw her a wink and watch in awe as her stoic facade fractures.

I’m disappointed I have to leave for work. I want to stay and engage in this twisted, psychological form of torture, but I have to keep up appearances. The last thing I need is Officer Graves on my case about being late and catching a whiff of his little siren’s sweet scent on my breath.

I pull her across the room, tossing her onto the mattress lying on the floor. The idiot doesn’t brace herself and cracks her head off the cement wall, groaning out into the silence. I take the opportunity to snap and lock the shackle around her neck while there’s no fight in her. There’s a bucket for her to do her business in, but nothing else. The room is completely vacant.

I’m halfway across the room when her voice meets my ears. “Where are you going?” she slurs. Her head has taken too many hits in a short amount of time, she’s going to need her rest if I ever hope to hunt her the way I want. I know it and I hate it. I don’t want to wait any longer.

“To work… Can’t have your lover boy wonderin’ where I am, now can I?” I snap the light off, swathing the room in darkness, then head back outside, locking the cellar doors behind me. Her shriek of frustration dissolves into an agonized wail that follows me out of the woods and echoes through my chest the entirety of my patrol shift.

She’s been asleep for damn near two days now. I’m willing to play the long game if it gets me what I want in the end; Mallory willingly engaging with me, and the police’s interest in the case to subside, but fuck if it isn’t killing me having her and doing next to nothing about it.

Zipping up my jacket, I ready myself to leave the station and head out on my last drive of the night. Because of Mallory, bodies will stop piling up long enough to have the cops assume the serial killer has moved on. Then, I’ll have free rein to fuck with her as long as I like.

Tipping my hat to the annoying twat behind the desk, I head out into the brisk night. This is the longest I’ve gone without submitting to any of my urges while having a captive. I know she needs her rest if I want that fight. It’s why I look and don’t touch when I fuck my fist beside her. Only when I’m done do I gently spread my creamy jizz across her skin. It’s better than any lotion you’d find in store. Women never complain about my soft hands. Hell, half the bitches compliment them. Mallory’s goin’ to have the softest, dead skin when her and Officer Graves finally reunite, and I’ll know it’s all because of me.

Shit, it’s god damn torture on myself though. Knowin’ I have her down there and not just fuckin’ her raw. She’s got to have one hell of a head injury to be out for this long, but that ends now. Nap time’s over darlin’. When my shift is done, I’m comin’ in hot with a full load for your pretty mouth.

Chapter Three

Mallory

Idon’t know how long I’ve been unconscious, but when I finally awaken, it’s a struggle to even open my eyes. My head is pounding and I can’t see straight.Where am I?

The seconds drag on as my vision finally clears and reality comes slamming back into me. An impatient huff comes from the shadows and I turn too quickly towards it. My sight hazes again, lights flashing behind my eyelids. I steady my breathing, waiting for it to pass. When it does, there fuckface is…sitting in a chair, concealed by the darkness, watching me.

“It’s about time you woke up. I’m gettin’ impatient.” His voice slithers through the dank atmosphere and I force away a shiver. I can’t afford to show any weakness. He wants the fight, so I need to lock my emotions in a box and throw away the key. He’s met with my silence and takes it as an invitation to keep talking.

“How are ya feelin’?” Is he fucking serious? I feel like I got hit by a dump truck while simultaneously wanting tocut off my skin. His cum mixed with the dead girl’s blood has dried on my flesh, its noxious combination irritating my skin like nothing I've ever experienced before. He huffs out his annoyance, rising from the shadows.

“You know, it would be real swell if we could get along during our time together. Don’t make me look for ways toincentivizeyou.” He turns, looking toward the dog cage before returning his gaze to mine. His threat hangs heavy in the air as he stands, making his way across the room and beginning his ascent of the stairs.

“Wait!” I exclaim. The chords in my throat move against each other like sandpaper, making my voice a raspy whisper. He stalls his incline halfway up, waiting for me to bend to his will. There’s no use in pleading for my life or asking questions that will go unanswered. “Water, please.” It’s all I can muster before a coughing fit initiates. When I regain my composure, he’s gone. My vision is spotty as I push myself up into a sitting position, leaning against the cold stone wall. He must have removed the handcuffs while I was unconscious, the skin where they were is tender and bruised. Now, there is a chain around my neck tethering me to the cement wall. It’s a whole new level of demeaning, being tied up like an animal. I don’t want to find out what it’s like to be kennelled.

Pain assaults my body as I move. The dull ache in my shoulder intensifies tenfold and my side throbs in agony. Gently laying my head back against the cement, I close my eyes. The cold seeps into my skin and the tension starts to erode.

I try to sift through what I can remember, but it’s murky at best. How long has he been watching me? Wasthe hotel our first encounter? He isn’t my Ghost, but he knows about him. How much has he seen? I can’t be sure, but I know he’s been around long enough to know I like to be chased, that Ghost has been absent, and it’s bothering me.

I fell right into his trap, like a fucking idiot. I should have known Ghost wouldn’t just leave me like that. He did it before, but I’d like to think if I was begging and pleading for him, he wouldn’t abandon me. Will he look for me? Will Nox? Do they even know I’m gone? Lennox has been so busy with work, there’s been weeks where we barely talk or see each other. Ghost only shows up at night to check in on me. His stays are brief and I get the feeling he has somewhere else he should be. It’s why he doesn’t wake me up, even though I wish he would. Both Ghost and Nox have been so busy since the murders have kicked up in frequency.

Holy shit.

My eyes snap open.

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