Page 92 of The Blue Rose
“Please! Please, don’t do this. I’m sorry; okay? I’m sorry I insulted you. I’ll stop looking for my brother. I can even get the cops off of you and point them to his ex.Please!” he cries, “don’t kill me.”
Serena ignores his pleas, and starts talking, “You know, I didn’t know how I wanted to kill you. Everything I picked up just didn’t feel right. Then I thought back to how you ambushed me at the coffee shop, and it clicked. The drink I ordered had a chainsaw with it, and what better way to make you bleed than with one?”
Damn; the things this girl says turns me on so much.I reach down, adjusting myself. She sees from the corner of her eye and smiles.
I walk over while she’s talking to Bradley and grab some goggles for both of us.Things are about to get messy.She pulls the starter cord, after a couple tugs, it pulses to life. I place the goggles over her eyes as she brings the chainsaw down, letting it hover over his dick. Bradley squeezes his eyes shut, waiting for a cut that hasn’t come.
“You know,” she hums, bringing it back up, “I wonder what is going to be louder; the chainsaw or your screams? Shall we find out?” With no warning she brings it down on his leg, cutting just below his knee. Blood shoots out with every inch she cuts, spraying us both. The screams ripped from his throat are much louder than the chainsaw, which makes Serena stop once again, her head tilts and a wide smile lifts her cheeks. “I guess it was your screams.” I stay in the shadows behind her, watching her, with a raging hard on, shifting occasionally to readjust.
She cuts the next leg off and he passes out, probably from the pain, being unable to endure it. She turns off the chainsaw and places it down, turning a pouty face towards me. “Is he already dead? I was just beginning my fun.” Her bottom lip pokes out, and I seize it between my teeth. Her mouth parts eagerly and I let out a guttural moan, pulling her flush against me.
I force us apart, breathing heavily.Can’t get too excited when there is still work to be done.Her chest heaves, and her eyes are glassed over. I swipe the blood from her lips, smearing it across her chin. “He’s still alive, for now. I can wake him back up, but you won’t have long until he dies from blood loss.”
She nods her head eagerly and retrieves two hooks from the drawer. I lift my brow in a question. She shrugs her shoulders. “Just sticking with the theme.” I laugh, shaking my head.
She might be more twisted than me.
Grabbing a bucket to fill with water, I throw it over Bradley's face. He wakes up in a coughing fit, and Serena leans over him, hooks raised in her hands. His eyes widen, and he starts pleading again, barely above a whisper.
“Have you ever seen the movieTexas Chainsaw Massacre?” she asks, turning and looking at the hooks.
He slowly nods, his eyes glued to her hands.
“Do you know what Leatherface does with these?” He gulps. “I can’t very well do the same thing; there’s nowhere to hang you from, so I have to get creative.” She scrapes one hook across the table, a piercing, screeching sound echoing around the room. He flinches from the noise, leaning away from her as much as he’s able.
She bangs both hooks on either side of his head, making his body shake, hovering above him. She’s in her element. She may have forgotten who she truly is, and I thought I would have to help navigate her back, but it’s like riding a bike. Once you willingly take one life, the next is as easy as breathing. Sweeter.Watching the life leave their eyes is euphoric. That is where Serena is right now.I don’t think she remembers I’m in the room with her.The way she’s lost in torturing him is how she is when she paints. Completely absorbed in her work, her mind singularly focused.
I watch as her head cocks to the side, a small smile slipping from her face. “I don’t want you to die yet, Bradley; that would end my fun.” She places one hook down and holds the other above his face, his eyes crisscrossed watching. “Let's see if this kills you.” She brings the hook down, stabbing it into his eye with a satisfying squelch. He bites his tongue so no screams are to be heard. Not reacting in the way Serena was hoping for, she brings the hook, and eye, out. She repeats with his other eye, and this time he screams, giving us both a satisfied smile. “Oh, you’re still alive; goody! What shall we do next?” She drops the bloodied eyeball hooks to the ground and walks back to my workbench, ready to choose her next weapon.
He starts coughing up blood. I grimace, knowing he’s close to meeting the grim reaper. I walk over to Serena, and whisper in her ear, making her jump, “He’s close to death.” She glances behind me and sees his eyelids fluttering, his breath stuttering in his chest. The last thing she grabs is the knife I use to end my little lamb’s lives.
She looks at me and smiles, knowing exactly what it is because of her dreams. “Let's end him, together.” I smile at her, resting the blade over his heart. Her hand wraps around mine, her eyes piercing my very soul. We slowly push into his chest, the skin giving under the sharp steel. I hear him start gurgling, but we never look. We stare at one another, blood covering her hair and face. I stood behind her a couple times, so I can only imagine how much blood is on me.
I cup her cheek with my free hand. She nuzzles into my touch, and I bring my lips to hers. The kiss tastes metallic, butit is sweet and she and I crave more. Our hands leave the blade, fingers dancing along one another's skin. I pick her up and set her on the table next to a lifeless Bradley, her legs wrapping around my waist, her lips never leaving mine.
Breaking away from the kiss, both breathless and desperate for more, I leave her sitting there and grab pieces of Bradley to chuck into the fire. I grab the saw and break away the other pieces to fit and burn nicely.
Almost all of him is burning now, and Serena comes up behind me with the hooks. She plucks the eyes off and throws each one in, watching them burst after hitting the flame.
We stand there, watching as he turns to ash. Our bodies glued to one another, her suit, that was always too big for her, starting to sag from the weight of the blood covering her. I take off mine, and she proceeds to do the same.
Throwing both into the fire, I take off my shirt next, her eyes widen and the other side of my vixen comes out to play. She bends down to take off her shorts, her panties slipping off with them.
My breathing accelerates, and my eyes roam over every inch of her succulent naked body. Her pussy, already glistening, begs for me to take it. My eyes reach hers, and I reach down removing the rest of my clothing, my cock springing free.
She looks down, a playful smile spreading across her face.
“Run,” I growl, and she takes off into the woods, waiting for me to find her and fuck her.
THIRTY-TWO
SERENA
That was exhilarating.
The rush I felt taking Bradley’s life, the rush I’m feeling now running from my fox while waiting for him to catch me, is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I can only imagine the naughty things he’s going to do once he does.
I feel a chill hit my naked breasts as I’m running as fast as I can, hearing Aster not far behind.
