Page 37 of Burning Souls

It doesn’t take us long to get on the back road into the woods. The woods that lead to one place. Jessie’s cabin. I know, how original, but by being out here, we have free rein to do whateverthe hell we want. No one’s going to find us. I’m not even sure if anyone knows this place even exists.

Jessie’s waiting for us inside. We gave him the heads up that we would be using the cabin, and he should come and join us to fuck shit up.

I have never craved anything more than I am right now.

Tobias is the first to park up, with Sean parking after us for a minute. I forgot the guy was on the back of the motorcycle.

The plastic bag is nowhere to be seen. I didn’t intend for it to stay on the whole time. His face is cut and bleeding, with mud all over him from being dragged.

Jessie opens the cabin door, wearing a Santa apron with a tea towel over his left shoulder, leaning against the door frame and grinning at me, and Sean undoes the rope keeping the man attached to the bike.

We both drag the body, me holding the man’s legs and Sean holding his arms. Tobias is nowhere to be seen. Typical.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Jessie cocks his head, standing in front of the door, not letting us in. Here we go. How much do I need to bet that he’s going to say we can’t bring him inside because the floor will get messy?

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Rage builds as I place the man’s legs down and one hand on my left hip, looking at Jessie.

“Looks like you’re trying to bring the man covered in blood and mud into my space.” I have no idea why I thought this would go smoothly with Jessie. Nothing to do with Jessie is ever easy. He is the most self-centred, sarcastic person I have ever met.

“For fuck’s sake, Jessie. Stop being like this. If I give you a blow job tonight, will you let us in?” I suggest, knowing there is no way this man will pass up a chance to get head from me. And with one swift movement, there he goes back into the cabin with us following behind.

I leave the body with Sean. Walking toward the kitchen, a delicious smell roams throughout the cabin, making my mouth water and my stomach growl. I now need whatever is being cooked.

The kitchen is an open plan with a wall to hide the cooking. I slide myself around the wall, walking toward Jessie, who stands stirring a big pan of…

I still haven't found out, but the steam is blowing off.

I try to make it over there, but Tobias takes my throat hostage, flipping me around to him.

“Someone tells me you’re offering free blow jobs.” At this moment, I wish I had kept my mouth shut, but no, Ash, you can’t do that, can you? You must turn everything somewhat sexual.

“I did, and you were not one of them.” I laugh, pushing him off me and walking over to Jessie.

“What are you cooking?” I ask curiously, but all he does is look up at me, smirking and then laughing. It was foolish of me to think we would come here and get a meal cooked for us—a dream.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I seriously need to know what’s in that pan.

“It’s bone broth. Here, try some.” Jessie takes a little teaspoon, places some on the spoon, and into my mouth. I let the hot liquid in, with what I think is garlic, onions, and carrots.

“It’s good,” I say, surprised, placing the spoon down next to me. Jessie just looks at me. If looks could burn, he would be scorching my eyes. I just told him the food was good. So why is he looking at me like I just insulted him?

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I take a step back, getting a full view of him but all he does is laugh fucking loud. I sense I have been left out of an essential part of this.

“Ash, you just ate bone broth with human bones.” The sudden urge to puke rises from the pit of my stomach. I thinkwe can all agree I have done some fucked up things, but I draw the line at any part of a human being consumed in the way I just did unless, of course, it includes me taking their cocks down my throat.

“What the actual fuck, Jessie. Do you want me to kill you?” I think Jessie underestimates how willing I am to kill him.

“We can talk about that later. For now, you have work to get done.” Oh, right yes, I have a whole ass man in the next room who I have been ignoring. Now I can hear his muffled screams. I need to kill him, and this might be the quickest I’ve ever done it, but I’m growing annoyed at the noise.

Something about crying feels like nails on a chalkboard in school. This might be the worst noise I have ever heard.

I walk out of the kitchen and back into the living room, where the man is now tied to a chair. Blood drips from multiple places. Jessie eyes one of the pools of blood, letting me know he’s going to give me shit later because I got blood on his hardwood floors.

Maybe next time, I will leave Jessie out of my plan because I’m so close to reaching into my waistband, putting the barrel of my gun to his head, and shooting him. His brain should splatter all over the place. Ash, for fuck’s sake, stop thinking of killing him, you won’t do it. The voices in my head are so much louder today, screaming at me that I need to do this.

Jessie comes up behind me. I can feel that he’s close, so fucking close. If he doesn’t move, I’m going to have no choice but to kill him. And when I do it, it won’t be my fault but his

I turn around, inches away from him, and all he does is turn his lip sideways.

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