Page 33 of No, For An Answer
“That’s a first,” he begins laughing. He immediately pulls out of me, and I turn to face him, dragging my jeans back up the best I can.
“Get out of here. I’ll take care of this.”
What?
I freeze in place as he rights himself. Not looking at me. “I don’t-”
He looks at me then, raising his arm and shouting, pointing which way for me to go. “Go Ashley!”
I flinch, pulling up my jeans up further as I walk backwards.
“Get the fuck out of here.”
I flick my eyes to Fran’s lifeless body, my knife still lodged inside her, before I bolt out of there.
Ashley
Waking up the day after murdering Fran in the woods surprised me. But not as much as the realisation that the person responsible for killing all the women within a two-mile radius, is the man I just allowed to fuck me. So, let me get this straight. In the space of a few weeks, I’ve had three cocks inside me.
Hmm.
Funny how things work out.
I thought I would wake up feeling some type of way. Like, I don’t know… sick or something. Like I’d been violated by someone who cuts women’s hearts out. Yet, all I feel is calm. Having sex with a serial killer, wasn’t exactly how I saw the night ending, but what can you do?
At least it was good.
My heart feels like it’s about to explode. I got revenge for Maisy last night and the pleasure I felt waking up this morning, had no comparison to anything else in my life. I felt nothing about what I did. I didn’t feel anything when I showered and got dressed this morning. I didn’t feel anything when I strolled into Psych 101 over fifteen minutes late.
And I don’t feel anything now as I open up my locker to put my books away before I head to the cafeteria for lunch. All I’m able to think about is the fact that he helped me get rid of the body. Made sure I was away from the scene. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the man in black since I got into bed last night.
Closing up my locker, I turn around only to be met with the faces of two people I’m really not interested in engaging with right now. Mainly because I’m not ready for them to die yet. I move to the left and both of them block me. Jesus, I know where this is going. So, I move to the right, and they repeat the action. Sighing, I roll my eyes and look directly at Jesse.
The bruise that runs from the bridge of his nose and underneath both eyes, makes me smirk.
“Nice welt, sweetie,” I chuckle. Immediately, he pushes me back against the lockers and the metallic sound echoes down the hallway. “Not necessary. But I’ll bite.”
“You broke my fucking nose.” Yeah, he’s really angry.
“And you raped me. Blah, blah, blah.” I circle my hand between us, hoping that this ridiculous conversation goes quicker than I expect but I highly doubt it. “We could continue this conversation all day and neither of us would get anywhere.”
“I didn’t give you anything you didn’t want.”
“Because I really asked to be fucked by you.” This guy really is nuts. I might have killed his ex-girlfriend last night but this motherfucker’s an out and out rapist. He steps forward, getting closer in my face to the point that I can taste last night’s alcohol on his breath.
“Do some drinking last night, huh?” A hand wraps around my throat and tightens. “Marcus,” I choke out. “Finally got the balls to drop after I kicked them into your throat?” I laugh with what’s left of the air in my lungs.
Mainly because I know these assholes won’t kill me in the hallway. They don’t have the balls. He squeezes tighter and Ismile, black spots dancing around my eyes. Little do they both know I love this fucking shit.
Choke me harder, daddy.
I turn my head to face Marcus and try my best to give him the cutest smile I can.
“Harder. I… like… that,” I breathe with every single word. Pulling me forward and then smashing me back against the lockers, the metal clangs, as the back of my head connects with them. Jesse grabs my jaw, angling it in his direction.
“If you open your fucking mouth about what happened, I’ll fuck that tight little ass of yours till you bleed. With or without your fucking consent.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Even though I have little to no oxygen reaching my brain right now, even though my lungs are burning as they’re starved for air, I won’t let him think I’m afraid. I won’t allow him the satisfaction from me like he did the night he raped Maisy.
