Page 19 of Deadly Obsession
“Sorry, buddy, but tiny, flaccid dicks don’t really do it for me. You should see the monsters I’ve fucked in LA. Seriously, Robert, let me fucking down. Was this your attempt at a dark romance reenactment? You can’t even get it up. Let me go!” All the noise was just making my head throb even more.
“My dick isn’t tiny!” I heard him scream as he slammed his fist down on something mounted to the pillar beside him.
What the fuck did he just hit?
Before I knew it, I was being lowered towards the water. Fear overtook me. This wasn’t a game any longer. Robert was seriously on some fucked-up drugs or something. I kicked and screamed as loud as I could. The bottoms of my feet caught the wooden deck floor, the mechanisms faltering as my muscles tensed, resisting the machine’s goal to drop me into the lake.
“Robert, let me go! Please, this isn’t fucking funny!” I yelled at the figure as he stepped away. He turned back around, dragging something metal behind him. I could hear it scraping across the flooring.
“Shut up and hold still,” he said, lifting my phone to my face to unlock it—it wasn’t like I could formulate words anyway.
My eyes darted from my trembling legs to him as he continued to aim the phone at my face with the flash on.
The fuck-stick was recording me.
“Is this some weird horror fetish from one of your stupid porno books? You guys are all so fucked up.” I cursed at him, finally able to scream out a few words as the strain in my legs grew unbearable.
“Bloody hell,” he said, letting out a sigh and raising what must have been dragging along the floor.
My eyes locked on to the axe, now poised in the air over the masked man’s head. Before I had the opportunity to blink or scream or pray, the blade came down. At first, the pain was instant, like the flip of a switch. What followed seemed to slow down as I heard, felt, and smelled every sensation one at a time. The distinct sound of bones and tendons snapping and popping as my right leg came apart beneath the sharpened edge. I looked down just in time to see my left leg falter and fold upward like a closing book, the back of my knee breaking open as the boat lift resumed my descent.
Warm liquid ran down what remained of my legs, from the breaks at my knees and between my thighs. I didn’t even realize I’d been screaming until I tasted the murky lake water and began choking as my body slowly went under.
Looking up at the shadowy figure through the dark haze, I watched as he removed his mask and dipped the head of the axe into the water. He hooked the side of one of my breasts with the bite of the blade and yanked it upward, slicing me open, but I couldn’t scream anymore.
The last thing I heardnot Robertsay was, “You know, this entire time, I’d wondered if you’d actually go under with so much Botox and silicone. Science.”
Then he was gone, and so was I.
THIRTEEN
SERA
MONDAY
Monday’s plan of spending the day making content and going live as a group had practically gone all to pot. Apparently, Robert had had a family emergency that required him to leave suddenly without so much as even saying goodbye. The really odd thing was we’d all woken up to a message from Lyndsey in the Discord saying she’d decided to go with him for emotional support.
James didn’t seem to care much about Robert’s absence, but I could tell something about Lyndsey’s departure was bothering him. She clearly intended on coming back, though, because she’d left her luggage. We’d each tried calling them in Discord without any response. I couldn’t say I was particularly fond of Robert, but I had nothing against him at the same time. It did, however, increase Brian’s chances with Lola or any of the other ladies—so there was that.
By the time everyone had woken up, it was around noon and half the day was lost. James and I had been up since eight. He’d woken me up with his face between my thighs, licking my pussy as if it were his only purpose in life. Needlessto say, I’d orgasmed and then returned the favor as best I could.
It was true what they said, you know.Everything was bigger in Texas.
After our morning activities, James and I ate breakfast, then went for a walk along the stream that ran behind the cabin. He was dressed in jeans and a black-and-red flannel, topped off with a straw cowboy hat.
I was starting to want one too.
It was a peaceful walk. We’d both left our phones behind. In part because we didn’t want to be disturbed but also due to the fact that without the Wi-Fi at the cabin, there was practically no cell signal. The only solid way of communicating with the outside world, apart from the internet, was the landline phone in the kitchen.
The fresh mountain air was a stark contrast to the muggy city air of Leeds I’d been used to my entire life. Here it was crisp, chilled and invigorating, with a special purity to it.
Breathing in through my nose, I couldn’t help but notice how the scent wasn’t all too different from James. Strong traces of pine, moss, and damp soil accompanied by the various wild flowers along the stream’s edge that hadn’t yet wilted or died off with the approaching winter. This was exactly what I’d needed. I was starting to feel rejuvenated, and when I glanced down to where James’ large calloused hand was laced with mine, my heart swelled with joy and the hope of a brighter future. Not just for me but perhaps for Alexander as well.
“Is it like this where you live?” I asked, looking away from the towering trees around us and back to James’s strong features, noticing the faintest trace of white starting in his beard.
“Not too far off. A lot flatter, though, and more green. Most of the land’s cleared off too, of course, but there’re plenty of woods surrounding the ranch. You’d like it—I think.Real peaceful. My grandad and Pa built a man-made pond.” James paused at the sound of a twig snapping somewhere in the distance. A moment later, he shook his head and continued on. “Pa and I would fish it now and then. We keep it stocked with catfish. Some of them have gotten bigger than my arm, regular sea monsters.”
The smile that took over his face as James spoke about fishing with his father betrayed his tough-guy demeanor, revealing the little boy within. Part of me felt a pang of guilt at his mention of his late father. From what James had told me, both his parents had passed away in a fire only a month before this trip. I was honestly surprised when he said he was still attending.
