Page 49 of No, For An Answer
“Come for me!” I scream. The second I feel the first spirt of cum fill my asshole I grin. Whipping the knife in my hand from left to right, I slice his throat.
Blood sprays all over me as he chokes and continues to cum at the same time. I grip his shoulders, using them for leverage as I chase my own high and scream out into the dusty air. Sliding off of his now limp dick. I watch as the light drains from his face. The gurgling of blood as it pours into his throat, and he chokes on it. The entire front of my body is covered in deep crimson but watching him die in front of me has given me the edge I needed to finish this night. But first…
“Don’t just stand there, big boy… Eat the cum out of my ass. I don’t have time to waste,” I say, watching as the man who will eventually kill me tonight, walk around the chair and drop to his knees. Pushing me forward, he rests a hand on each ass cheekand spreads me open. Burying his mouth against my ass as the slurping begins.
I’ve known where Nathan lived all along. I found that out the moment I chose him to be my alibi. After finding out that he was the one who helped Jesse get away with raping Maisy, I’d already made my decision on how he was going to die. I sat with my new found serial killer friend and we decided on the plan together. Probably the most fun I’ve had in a while and to top the evening off, I allowed him to fuck me again. In a bed this time. In Nathan’s bed.
I gotta say, the mask thing… I get the kink now. I’m lying on the king size bed, my head hanging off the side in nothing but the black underwear I decided to wear tonight. Chewing on the strawberry flavoured Twizzler in my mouth, I twist a lock of blonde hair between the fingers of my free hand. Jesse’s unconscious body is laying hog tied on the tacky shag rug in the middle of the floor.
Dried blood clings to the back of his head after Shadow and I jumped him leaving Jim’s Bar. He was supposed to meet Marcus tonight, and after Marcus didn’t show – because he was still tied to the chair in the warehouse with his throat slashed – Jesse decided it was time to leave.
I knocked him on the back of the head as he tried to get into his Jeep Wrangler, and my little friend stuffed him in the boot, roping him up nice and tight, and he’s been out ever since. After we got him into Nathan’s bedroom, I was so infuriated that he had his hands on Maisy, I kicked the shit out of his already unresponsive body.
“Are you going to be much longer? I’m cold.” I call out, waiting for him to bring me something from Nathan’s wardrobe. Theclothes I did have on, are now stuffed in my duffel bag, still covered in Marcus’s blood.
“Give me a fucking minute will you!?” He curses.
“It’s fine!” I counter. “We have all the fucking time in the world after all.” Mumbling the last part so he doesn’t hear me.
After hearing Jesse threaten Nathan, I have no doubt that the asshole is desperate to get some revenge. Because who wouldn’t after you have probably been blackmailed for the past twelve months. I do, however, have the perfect plan for both of them if Nathan decides to pussy out of murder. But we will see.
I don’t plan on allowing this night to be over quickly. This will feel like a lifetime to them, both of them experiencing what it’s like to be at the mercy of another person. To be afraid and to be absolutely shattered from the inside out. Then, and only then will I allow them to take their last breath. The man in black comes into view, standing directly in my eyeline. Lifting my head, I roll onto my front and lean up onto my elbows and smile.
“Hey!” My grin even broader now. I kick my legs behind me and swallow the last piece of the Twizzler. Pushing myself onto my knees, I reach out and snatch the oversized black hoodie from his grasp. “Finally, sitting in my underwear wasnotthe one.”
“Do you know how annoying it is for me that you’re not afraid?” Narrowing his eyes, he braces both hands on the bedframe, staring me down.
“How much?” I wiggle my eyebrows.
Shaking his head at me, he continues. “Something really fucked you up, huh?”
I shrug, rubbing my glossy lips together. “Not interested inthisconversation.” Not in the slightest do I want to hash out the trauma I gained from my dead best friend. Tucking a few strands of hair behind each of my ears, the corners of his eyes crease in what I can only assume is a smile behind the mask. “Will I ever see your face?”
“Soon. You never know. You might be shocked to see your own face staring back.”
“I’m not shocked by anything anymore.” Leaning in, I kiss the fabric that covers his lips and take a deep breath, taking in his scent. “So, if I forget to say it later, y’know, before you kill me… thank you.”
“You’re definitely the most fun girl I’ll ever have the pleasure of killing, that’s for sure.” Standing up, he holds his hand out and I slide mine in to it as he pulls me up from the soft mattress. Pulling the black, oversized hoodie back from my grasp, he dresses me. He pulls the hood over my head and pokes the tip of my nose. Shaking my head, I smile. Moving the thick cotton cuff from my wrist, I check my watch and see we are right on time.
“You know what to do,” I sigh, releasing a heavy breath. Leaning in, he tentatively kisses my forehead and I sigh into it, then within a flash he’s gone.
I walk over to the leather chair that’s conveniently placed behind Jesse and sit down. Crossing my legs at the ankle, I rest them on his torso as I stab the Mahogony side table with huge butchers knife I brought with me. Lifting the Glock from the table, I pull the magazine out, checking it’s still loaded, then pull the chamber back to see the bullet resting inside.
The safety is off and I’m ready to go. The downstairs door opens and closes, the footsteps of Nathan’s loafers click-clack along the wooden floor. The sound ascends the stairs on his way to the bedroom. I slowly exhale and plant a smile on my face. Ready for when he enters the room.
Ready for him to see me. The door handle twists and pushes open as I rest the gun in my lap, ready for when he opens the bedroom door. The bag he’s holding drops to the floor and the press studs on the understand crack against the wood.
“Ashley.” He freezes immediately, his eyes looking between me, Jesse, and the gun in my hand.
“Sit.” I tip the gun to the left and showing him where I want him. Jesse begins to move underneath my feet, and I smile. “Just in time.” Lifting my legs off his chest, his eyes pop open and he begins looking around the room in sheer panic.
Nathan steadily sits down onto the mattress. “Ashley, what’s going on?”
“What the fuck is going on?” Jesse questions, his voice cracking from how groggy he still is.
“Oh, shut up asshole.” The heel of my foot connects with the back of his head, and he shouts out. “We are all going to play a game.” My smile drops as I focus on the both of them.
Ashley
