Page 28 of Wrong Turn

“I know, Cy. I’ll find her. I need to be the one to do this. If anyone’s going to kill my best friend, it’s going to be me.” She turns in my hold, placing a gentle kiss on my cheek. I’m obsessed with the way she says my name, even the dumb shortened version of it. “You can stay here and do whatever your heart desires with her.” Amber juts her thumb at the near-corpse behind her. Well she’s got me there, I can’t say no to a virgin.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay and play with me?” I ask, grinding my erection into the apex of her thighs.

Her eyes roll back as pleasure relights in her veins, and I think I’ve got her. But she surprises me, yet again. “Not right now, Cyrus. Now be a good boy and do as I say while I’m gone. I’ll be back soon.” My eyes snap to hers and I fucking whimper. Damn it, I’ve never been called a good boy before, and fuck, I want her to do it again.

On that note Amber slips from my embrace, grabbing her knife off of the nightstand, leaving the room. A coldness seeps into my chest at her absence, but there’s another warm body to fill the void until she gets back.

I hear the back door slam, signalling my little psycho’s departure. I observe Fallon, she’s barely hanging on so I need to hurry. I want her alive long enough to know that the person who helped plan her death is the same one that’s about to pop her sweet cherry.

I pull a knife out of the front pocket of my jeans and unsheathe it. Trailing the blade down her leg, I make my way to the end of the bed. I drag the tip along the top of her foot, in between her toes and down her arch. She twitches in response to the small dose of pain as a thin line of blood rises to the surface.

Pressing the point to the heel of her foot, I say through a smirk, “I wish I could tell you I’m going to go slow, that it’ll only hurt for a minute, or that I’ll only use the tip…but I’m a fucking liar, and I’m going to love hurting you.” Without warning, I slam the blade into the bottom of her foot.

The pain rips Fallon out of whatever fog she was floating in, and drops her back into her body. Her back arches up off the mattress as she lets out an unholy wail of agony, pulling on her bindings. Amber has her trussed up so securely that Fallon doesn’t gain even a millimetre of ground.

With a quick wiggle of my blade inside her, I hear the telltale ‘pop’ from severing her Achilles tendon. Even if she managed to get off the bed, she’d have to crawl because I just ripped away her ability to walk. I pull my knife out, swiftly slicing through the back of her other ankle, cleaving her other tendon in two.

She doesn’t make a sound or move a muscle. Did I kill her? I watch the rapid rise and fall of her chest, knowing now that shock has set in, and she’s most likely falling in and out of consciousness. I’m not sure what Amber did to her, but mixed with my eccentric taste in torture, she’s not going to last much longer.

I climb onto the bed, moving in between her spread legs. I thank whoever’s above that she’s wearing leggings because my knife slices through the centre seam like butter. She’s bare beneath them, and her naked pussy is exposed and vulnerable. So pretty, pink, and ripe for the taking. “You know, I couldn’t figure out why I was so drawn to you at the beginning.” I pop the button on my jeans, and unzip my fly. “Especially sinceeverything leading up to that moment was to meet Amber.” Pushing my pants and underwear down to my knees, I grip my cock, pumping it as I salivate over the view of her exposed and helpless. “But when I found out you were untainted, it all made sense. I’m like a bloodhound when it comes to those who still possess their hymens. Not kids though, that shit is deplorable.” I spit down onto her cunt as her eyelids flutter, pupils shifting in size as she refocuses on the room around her.

I line my hard dick up to her entrance.

“Lukas?” she whispers.

I shove my cock inside her.

She screams as I feel my shaft tear through the membrane of her innocence. The pressure on the crown of my cock right before I take something from a woman that no other can is euphoric. That piece of them will only ever belong to me, I own them all in a way no other man will.

She’s slipping away again. I bet if I got her into the sack willingly, she would’ve been just as much of a dead lay. A starfish. A lazy lover. A real turtle who can’t do anything once on their back.

“This is pathetic. You’re pathetic.” I snarl, repulsed by the lifeless fuck beneath me. She can’t even stay coherent long enough to fight me. “I’m done with this.” I pick up my knife from the end of the mattress and ram it into her stomach. Over and over, I pierce her abdomen, craving the sweet warmth of her blood splashing my skin. But it doesn’t come, and neither do I. Amber seems to have drained us both, but at least Fallon won’t die a virgin.

27

SOUL-SUCKER

AMBER

I’m fucking exhausted, but it’s done. Every muscle in my body aches as I force myself to finish the trek back to the cabin. I could collapse right here and nap for a week, I’m sure, but the promise of a hot bath keeps me going, forcing one foot in front of the other. I didn’t come this far to give up now. There’s blood coating every inch of my skin, mud cemented beneath my finger nails, and my hair is so knotted I might as well give myself a buzz cut instead of attempting to detangle the mess. I probably look like I crawled out of a grave myself. Well, I guess I sort of did. I dug most of the damn thing, Cyrus can go back and finish filling it in. I’ve done enough.

Summer got me good with that right hook, just like I taught her. She split my lip open, putting up a good fight. I can still taste the tang of copper on my tongue.

The sound of the shovel dragging behind me, through the dirt and over the little rocks that pepper the area, must alert Cyrus to my arrival. He comes flying out the back door, blazing a path right for me. His body crashes into mine. Strong arms bandaround me, lifting, and twirling me in the air like some prince charming. “You look absolutely breath-taking,” he says before planting his lips against mine. He licks at my mouth, demanding my tongue come out to war with his. His teeth nip at my fat lip causing the wound to reopen and blood to flow anew. “You taste fucking divine,” he growls pulling my lip into his mouth and sucking my blood. Pulling away, he takes a moment to check me over, ensuring there’s no other damage. He looks so pretty with my blood smeared across his lips and that wild look in his eyes.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I reply, running my fingers through his hair. Cyrus leans into my touch, and it’s hard to believe in this moment that he’s a serial killer. He looks more like a puppy that wants to curl up in my lap and get showered with unlimited affection. “Can you do something for me?” I ask, lacing my voice with a near lethal amount of sweetness.

“Anything,” he replies.Oh, he’s got it bad.

“Could you go finish filling in Summer’s grave?”

“Seriously?” He levels me with those stormy grey eyes. Finally. I hated seeing him with green ones, but he insists on every way to hide his identity. Even something as small as colour contacts.

“Yes. She hit me,” I pout. “And I’m so tired from digging the hole. Could you pretty please go and finish burying her?”

“What’s in it for me?” Typical male, always needs to get something for himself before agreeing to do something inconvenient.

“You’ll avoid capture?” I jest, and he just gives me a ‘yeah, right, you’re the one that killed Summer'look. “Fine,” I huff. “How about I tie you up, and edge you until you feel like you’re going to cry, then I suck your cock so good you swear your soul leaves your body?” I say it so nonchalantly that when his brain realizes what I said, his knees almost buckle as his eyes go wide, pupils dilating with lust.

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