Page 16 of The Black Lotus
I wonder if this is how Serena would be like with our child?The thought of being parents to our own little monster warms my heart, but also brings a sense of dread.What kind of parents would we be?Would we raise our child as mine did me and make them into a killer? Or would we be like Tiffany and Chucky and abstain from murder? I would leave that up to Serena, but I couldn’t imagine not being able to get a little stabby to the ones who deserve it.Could I stop being who I’ve always been to create a family I don‘t deserve?I never thought I was the type of killer to ever want a family, but I've found anything with Serena is a possibility.
Serena’s calming voice pulls me from my thoughts. “You know, as hot as that was watching you lose control, we don’t know how many killers are coming or how many we could actually get information from.”
“I don’t regret it.” I sit up.
“Me either,” Serena says softly, and we both start laughing.
We sit back, letting the silence surround us as our thoughts consume us. The Concord Killer has a high kill count. He'scocky; the headlines for his kills emphasize how he doesn’t care about the shot heard around the world. He’s precise as a sniper, which is begrudgingly impressive given his choice of weapon. Running my fingers through Serena’s hair, I realize I know more about CK than I thought I did. He’s not quick, but he’s unnervingly deadly. No one knows where he got his musket from, and they can’t trace who he is because he makes his own ammo.What are the chances he’s the one landing in our laps?He seems arrogant and smug, but his eyes hold the truth. He is scared, even though he says he isn't.I can work with that. After all, fear is what I feed off of, and any man or woman who says anything to my girl is the best meal a killer could have.
Serena stands up, reaching her hand out to me. “Are you ready to make this poser squeal?”
Placing my hand in hers, we walk back into her kill room.
“Where do you keep the smelling salts?” Serena asks, bouncing on her heels. I retrieve the salts from a drawer, dropping them in Serena’s grabby hands.
She runs over to the table and snaps the bag, his swollen eyes springing open.
“Rise and shine, CK,” Serena singsongs.
“It’s Nate.” The idiot spits, pulling against his restraints.
Serena grabs a knife and touches the tip to her finger, hissing and sucking her finger into her mouth.This woman is going to be my undoing. The fabric of my pants stretching uncomfortably with my growing erection. I adjust myself as Serena brings the blade inches from the one eye still intact, his throat bobbing the closer she gets.
“Did I ask for your name?” She stabs the blade on the table beside his head, making the coward flinch. “I don’t give a shit about learning the name of the person sent to kill me. What I want to know is what you get for my head.”
A serpentine smile spreads across his face “What do I get if I answer your question, beautiful?”
Restraining myself from killing him, refusing to take away Serena’s fun, I press my back into the wall, my knuckles white.
Serena brings the blade to his neck and his breath hitches. She looks up at me and smiles as the knife nicks his pale skin, his teeth grinding from the pain. I cross my arms, digging my nails into them to keep myself from ripping the clothes off my vixen. The way her monster is coming out to play is making mine restless.
Her eyes widen as she watches the blood form from the cut, her gloved hand pressing on the wound opening the cut further and making him hiss. A satisfied grin lifting her cheeks. She removes her fingers and walks around the table, his wide eyes following her every movement. The knife swings back and forth as it loosely hangs upside down like a clock ticking. His gaze tracks the movement waiting for the moment she strikes again.
She tosses the knife in the air, time stops as I will my body not to lunge forward to push her out of the way. Nate’s eyes pinch closed just before she catches the blade next to his ribs with a cackle escaping her lips. I let go of the breath I was holding, watching in amazement at the knife skills I didn’t know my vixen held. The knife pierces his skin as she walks up the table, his jeans staining red.
He’s trying to hide it, but it seems like the cocky facade is slipping with each bite of the steel she cuts into his skin.
My hand twitches as I will myself to stay put. I feel like a fish out of water with the urge to take the knife from Serena to finish the job. The last time I cut into flesh was my birthday kill, and even then I wasn’t fully satisfied. Will I ever be able to satiate the hunger that came with the hunt and kill of my lambs? Will these hunters be enough for me to kill? Or will I revert back to the monster I was before Serena? Only time and killing will tell.
“You, Nate, will get nothing except the satisfaction of your death delivering my message to everyone waiting to come next. So, if I were you, I’d start talking, or the torture will be worse than anything the demons in hell will throw at you when you get there.”
Nate’s throat bobs and sweat begins to glisten across his forehead. He turns away, probably thinking she won’t hold true to her threat.Oh, how little he knows about my venomous vixen.At his snub, Serena jabs the knife under his kneecap, the small bone nearly dislodged from the force of her ire, and an ear shattering scream rips from Nate’s throat. “Fuck! You fucking bitc-”
She rips the blade out, blood seeping into his pants as she slams it into the other side, “That isn’t what I asked.” She slowly drags the knife across his skin, lifting it to watch the blood drip down the tapered end.
“Fame…” Nate wheezes.
“Fame?”
“The most notorious serial killer to ever live. Taking you out is the first step”
“Is that it?” Serena asks, annoyed.
“Yes!”
She steps closer, ripping his shirt open and sending the buttons flying. “Now, why don’t I believe you?” she asks, dragging the knife over his chest.
“I swear it’s the truth.”
