Page 48 of Deadly Obsession
This could be our opportunity. If he was frustrated, focusing on getting hard, perhaps he would be distracted enough for us to try something.
I glanced back down at Danielle and gave her a smile through the moans escaping my lips. Holding up five fingers and tapping my wrist, I then closed that hand into a fist and acted as if I were throwing something before gesturing a mock explosion. Trying to relay the message that, in five seconds, I was going to toss the clock at Arthur. And after that, we’d attack.
Her eyes went wide, and she nodded in understanding. She must have been impressed, because she started sucking me harder and faster, quickly bringing me to the next level of euphoria. I began my internal countdown, my body tensing and relaxing as Danielle brought me closer to climax.
One.
Carefully, the fingers of my left hand inched closer and closer to the mantle.
Two.
My hands closed around the top of the clock as Danielle shifted one of her palms from my shaft to my balls. She wastaking me deeper and deeper into her throat. I could hardly focus.
Three.
I lifted the clock into the air, my body shaking. I couldn’t hold it back any longer. Danielle’s grip on my cock tightened, and I began to erupt into the back of her throat. My hand with the clock going numb to the point I almost dropped it.
“What the fuck!” Arthur screamed out.
Then there was a loud noise. Suddenly, my face was warm and wet, and I was in excruciating pain. My legs gave out, and the room was spinning as I fell backwards, my head cracking against the fireplace.
My eyes sealed tight as I waited for the room to still. I opened them and glanced down to where I could still feel the weight of Danielle’s body against me, followed by the growing sensation of thick, warm liquid.
When my vision cleared, my brain couldn’t process what it was seeing. My body was unresponsive. Instead of Danielle, my gaze landed on a mess of what could barely be recognized as a human head. The upper half was gone, all but a few patches of hair and teeth, through which I could see what looked like raw ground turkey in her mouth where my dick should be. As if it couldn’t be worse, my right hip was practically nonexistent.
At that moment of realization, I screamed. I couldn’t hear myself screaming, but I could feel my throat going raw. I was screaming louder than I ever had, because what else could I do?
My eyes drifted around the room, as my hands instinctively reached for my groin, until I spotted Arthur hitting the chair with a fist as his other hand struggled to work himself back into his pants. My gaze then shifted to where Sera had been sitting. And wasn’t anymore.
I was going to die alone. I knew that. The last thing Icould do with my life was scream, in hopes I’d keep this psycho’s attention a little longer and allow Sera to escape.
My world started to blur, my body going numb from blood loss. I didn’t even register that Arthur had closed the distance till he was standing over me, the shotgun suspended between us. Then he brought the stock down. Hard.
I got one last scream out. Then that was it.
THIRTY-ONE
SERA
Up until I heard the first gunshot, I’d been mentally lost. Trying to determine if this was actually happening. It was impossible to wrap my head around. Not only hadCallsign: KingArthurbeen my ex-husband this entire time—seeing my conversations and spicy photos in the Discord server—but now he was here! How had I left myself so vulnerable? How had I not been more careful? It was my fault that all my friends were dead. And James…
Oh my God, James must have been dead too.
I needed a drink, for no other reason than I wanted to feel something. To remind the rest of my body that I was still alive. Looking slowly over to where Arthur had placed the wine between Jade’s thighs, I reluctantly reached for it, careful not to touch her.
Then, glancing from Arthur to where Danielle and Brian were positioned by the fireplace, I took a sip of the wine. It was dry and rich with elements of oak and dark berries and an undertone of vanilla. In this moment, it was so good that I took another sip, trying to focus on each specific ingredient. I wasn’t a frequent drinker, but right then, I needed something to calm my nerves and slow my rapidly beating heart.
The room was quiet, apart from the wet sounds of Danielle sucking Brian’s cock at gunpoint and thedrysound of Arthur’s hand repeatedly brushing against the lap of his pants. He wasn’t hard. Danielle was incredibly hot and worked Brian’s dick better than I’d ever seen it done before. And yet, Arthur—or should I sayMike—was softer than a limp noodle. And by the looks of him, the only thing growing was his frustration.
There had to be a way to sneak away. Maybe catch him off guard? What I really wanted to do was smash this glass against his face. That was not an option, though. At least not a smart one, given the present fucked-up circumstances.
First and foremost, I was confident that the man beneath KingArthur’s mask was somehow the boogeyman I’d married, my abuser, the one I’d fought so hard to escape. Secondly, that same boogeyman had two guns at his disposal. One of which was aimed at my last two living friends, assuming Lyndsey wasn’t alive. After seeing Robert’s car, I was pretty certain she wasn’t. Then I had to take into account that I was in the middle of nowhere, in a strange country, without any signal. It was dark out, and to top it off, I’d already been shot once today.
I looked around the room slowly, trying to formulate a plan. One that would hopefully end with my ex dead and the three of us alive.
“What the fuck!” Micheal screamed out from where he sat, and by the time I glanced back towards the fireplace, all I could do was watch as one of my best friends in the world was literally blown away.
Self-preservation took over, my fight-or-flight instincts activated, as I dropped the wine glass onto the couch and took off without looking back. I was out of the room before my friend’s body even hit the floor.
