Page 45 of Deadly Obsession
“You taste so sweet,” I purred before kissing her, letting her taste her own arousal. “But now it’s my turn to have my kitty licked.”
She smiled and carefully slid off the worktop. “Hmm, yes, please, MorphineKiss.” She giggled as she turned us so we were swapping places.
Then she kissed me again as she slid her fingers beneath my sweatpants and directly inside me. The suddenness caught me off guard, and I gasped.
“God, you slut. You’re so wet,” she said as I started to hump her hand, eager for my own release and the idea of a woman going down on me for the first time.
“Errghm.” The loud sound of a male clearing his throat from the other room had us both freezing and looking that way.
“What happened to—” I began.
“The snoring?” Danielle finished.
“Um, ladies. If you could please cut your girl time short and join us. I meanme. In the living room, please?” I recognized the same grief in Brian’s voice that had been there before he’d fallen asleep. But there was something else there too now.
Fear.
Danielle and I slowly separated. She rushed to pull her clothes back on, tossing me my hoodie while she was at it. Then she grabbed for the shotgun, raising it as we stepped towards the opening that would give us a straight look into the living room.
We spotted Brian’s feet dangling from the end of the couch as we entered. Two more steps, and he was fully in view. And so was KingArthur. Still in the Ghost mask as he stood behind the couch. He had Brian’s hair gripped in one fist while the other held the end of a gun to the poor guy’s head.
“Um, ladies, help, please…” It looked like Brian was about to say something else, but before he got the chance, our masked intruder tapped the barrel against his temple.
“If you ladies could be so kind as to step out from behind there, please. Oh, and only one hand on the shotgun, Ms.Danielle. Thank you,” the figure said in a distinctly English, very polite voice.
Too polite really.So polite it was condescending more than anything else. Everything about it was familiar. The thing was, none of us had ever heard Arthur speak before. He’d always typed or used his tablet during lives.
“Fuck Brian. Just shoot him,” I whispered under my breath, my lack of empathy for my friend surprising me. Something about our Ghost friend was so terrifyingly familiar that it made me want to scream and lash out.
Danielle glared at me in disgust and took the lead, stepping forward with one hand in the air, the other aiming the shotgun towards the floor. Without much choice, I followed her out into the living room, my eyes never leaving the masked man.
“That’s good enough, ladies. Thank you. Mrs. Watson, why don’t you sit right there beside your deceased friend?” He pointed the barrel of the revolver at me, then gestured over to the empty space next to Jade. “Shame about her, really. I’d planned her end so well, you know. Looks like something didn’t quite agree with her,” he said as he leaned towards Brian, speaking to him as if they were long-time friends. “There’s Daddy’s Sera Doll,” he added as I settled myself onto the couch, and my hands instantly gripped the cushions beneath me.
“There’s Daddy’s Sera Doll! Daddy is home and so horny.”The words from my nightmare—from myreality—haunted me.
I couldn’t move. He’d found me. I didn’t know how, but he had. The only people who knew about my trip to the United States were my parents and my best friend Kearsten. The three of them and the Discord group. That was it.
Wait! Fuck, Sera, it’s right in front of you! Focus! Micheal is KingArthur.My brain wasn’t able to keep up with the information pouring into it all at once.
My eyes locked on to the masked man, but I couldn’tspeak. I felt like a deer in headlights. Every one of my senses was in a panicked state. My body wouldn’t respond, my audio and visual senses having slowed down. It was like some nightmare version ofTheMatrix, only I wasn’t Keanu Reeves.
“And you, my pet… You come over here and help Mr. Brian to his feet. No crazy ideas. Slowly hold that shotgun out to me, barrel down.” He took a step back from Brian while ushering Danielle forward.
I wanted to scream, run, attack,anything. But I couldn’t. The fear had me frozen in place, a prisoner to my past trauma.
TWENTY-NINE
DANIELLE
Frozen in place, the shotgun death-gripped in my hand, I was self-aware enough to admit that there was nothing I wanted more than to shoot him in the dick. Sera had been right. It wasCallsign: KingArthur.
This asshole had been a pain in my ass ever since he’d joined our Discord server. I’d never figured out for certain what his beef with me was, but I’d always suspected it was my relationship with Sera. Anytime she and I openly flirted in the chat, he’d found a way to try to shift attention onto himself. Then, when she and I had calmed down and her relationship with Mustang kicked up, he got even worse.
At one point, he’d started using photos of a tall, fit, tattooed man, mostly shirtless with a Call of Duty mask on. While most of the group believed they weren’t actually his pictures, the majority of us didn’t care enough to call him out. Accepting that he likely had major issues with his confidence and image, and that this was his escape. A way for him to feel better about himself. And with us being an empathetic community, we didn’t want to ruin it for him.
He was supposed to come on this trip, and allof us were surprised and curious to see what he really looked like, but he’d canceled not long before everything was finalized.
Guess he decided to come anyway.
