Page 44 of The Black Lotus
The closer I get to the towering building, the louder the sounds of pigs become. When I open the door, I see a pen full of huge hogs. The perfect place to dispose of her body.I wonder if this is where she took Jessica.
The smell is putrid, one that would take a lifetime to get used to. Gagging, and not in the fun way, I cover my face, which does nothing to hinder the stench. Looking around quickly, I find exactly what I’m looking for.
A hand saw, perfect for cutting up a body, gleams in the low light. Gleefully, I grab my weapon and head back into the house, ready to prepare the body to feed to the pigs.I hope the medicine doesn’t affect them.
TWENTY-TWO
ASTER
Skidding to a stop in front of a farmhouse, I rush out of the car unsure if I should go into the house or the barn where I hear what sounds like angry pig grunts.What the hell?Trusting my instincts, I run into the house, pausing to listen for screams. Nothing greets my ears except a quiet hum I follow that gets louder. Each step through the house has my shoulders relaxing and my breaths coming easier.
She’s alive. My vixen is alive.
The lyrics toFool and The Beggarby Melrose Avenuepierces through the empty home. Stepping through the open door, I see my girl swaying back and forth as she saws Sharon’s body. It’s gruesome, something better fit forSaworHostel. Most would turn and empty their stomach, but I’m not most people. And watching Serena, realizing she turned the tables and became the predator when she was supposed to be the prey, has my cock growing by the minute.
“You are a sight to behold,” I muse, leaning against the door frame with my hands crossed over my chest.
Serena’s head jerks and her eyes light up. ”Aster! I knew you’d find me.” She drops the saw, the sound of metal hitting thetable creating a low thud. She runs into my arms with her whole body covered in blood and I catch her to savor this moment.
She pushes off me. “Oh my god; I’m so sorry! Now you’re a mess too.”
Despite her efforts, I pull her back into me. “A little blood would never keep me from you. I would take this over never holding you again.”
She wraps her arms around me looking up with a red stained face. “Did you think you would never see me again?”
I squeeze her harder, scared that if I let go she might disappear again. “I didn’t know what to think. All I knew was that I had to get to you. That if you didn’t kill her before I found you, I would.”
“Thanks to Lena,” she says, holding up her arm, the little box cutter still hanging from her wrist. “I had a means to escape, and with all our training, waited for the perfect moment to strike.”
“Thank you, Lena,” I breathe, dropping my forehead against hers.
“I only had this and the chair I was tied to.” She walks out of my arms, heading back to Sharon. “I took this drug,” she holds up the needle proudly, “stabbed it right into her neck, and she fell into my arms. I lowered her to the floor and went and grabbed this table.”
Walking back to the table with her, I listen to her excitedly tell me step-by-step how she took down Sharon. Her eyes light up when she mentions finding the pig farm, thinking out loud about if this is where Jessica ended up and how perfect it is that the place that has ended so many lives is the one that destroys hers.
She picks up the saw and resumes cutting. “You know, cutting up a body is hard work, but what was even harder was lugging her unconscious ass onto this table. At that moment, I really wished you we-”
Placing my hands over hers, I rest my head on her shoulder and press down, helping her slice back and forth. We look like some bloody version of that couple inGhostduring the pottery scene.Instead of clay it’s a dead body.I chuckle at the thought.
“What’s so funny?” Serena asks, turning her head to look at me with one eyebrow raised.
“I was just thinking how we look like some fucked up version ofGhost.”
She looks down at our hands, then at Sharon, and busts out laughing, her joy infectious and I’m powerless, joining in instantly.
After the last piece of her is cut, and what I assume is the right size for the pigs to eat quickly, we place the saw down. I tuck a strand of hair behind Serena’s ear and glance down at her lips, the erection in my pants tightening against the fabric, begging to be set free.Would she be opposed to fucking next to a dead body?
As if our minds are one, her hands grab the back of my head and my lips crash against hers, our hands frantically tugging off each other’s clothes. Her hands fiddle with the belt buckle of my pants, but her fingers are too slick with blood. With one hand, I undo it, taking it off with a growl. She gawks at me, her eyes full of lust as she jumps into my arms without a second thought.
“Before I remembered the box cutter, I was hoping you’d save me,” she pants.
Kissing her hard, I calm the panic threatening to overtake me. “I will always come for you.” Kissing her neck, the dry blood cracking when she stretches it for me, I savor the feel of her under my hands. “But I knew you never needed saving. You’re my vixen; when danger comes at you-” I stop, looking her right in her eyes and repeat the words she once said to me, “-You look them in their eyes, say ‘time to die’ and slit their throat or something.”
She smacks my chest, her infectious laugh surrounding us as she gets down on her knees, her plump lips hovering inches from my cock, teasing it with her breath. “And to think I was going to suck your dick as a thank you for coming for me.” She releases it as she tries to stand, but I twist my hand in her hair, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.
“How about I paint your body in my cum instead?”
Her eyes widen as her lips slowly wrap around my cock, my head falling back as she bobs around my length. “Fuck, Serena, I will never grow tired of your mouth.” Her tongue flicks the tip, forcing my head down to watch as her spit combines with my precum. “Or your tongue.”
