Page 35 of Creep
I run my tongue along my lower lip. “Yeah, baby doll. It wasall right. I mean, I’ve definitely seen better, but for a beginner, you weren’t bad.” I knew my insult would piss her off and boy was I right. She leans away from me and lurches her arm out, slapping me across my face. I knew what she was going to do even as I said the words. I fucking love to piss her off. Her feisty attitude is the biggest turn on, especially when she even surprises herself with what she does.
My face stings and I feel giddy with murder on my mind. But before I get the chance, the little bitch takes off running, even abandoning her clothes in her haste to escape me. I tear my fingers from the armrests and I slowly rise, stretching to my full six foot four frame. I guess my baby doll wants to play another game of cat and mouse—and so soon too.
I grab the remote and push the off button. Silence sounds through the room causing the thoughts in my head to scream louder than normal with nothing to drown them out. Throwing it into the chair, I make my way toward the stairs, knowing for a fact I heard her run in that direction. I know this house like the back of my hand, every creak of the boards, every echo, all of it.
I go to her room first and check the door, finding it unlocked. Well, there’s one of two options as to where she would have ran to, which only leaves one...
Moving down the hall to my own room, I turn the knob and the fucker doesn’t budge.Of fucking course she chose my room. She does every little fucking thing she can to piss me off every chance she gets.
She probably did it because she knew her being in my room would guarantee to piss me off more.My little baby doll loves to bring my fucking bad side out. And my bad sidelovesto be brought out. She knows it will never end well for her, yet she continues to do it anyway.
Makes sense if you don’t think about it.
Exasperated, I pound on the door. “Essa. Open my fucking door.” But of course there is no fucking answer. I tried to give her a chance, but she fucked up. What she doesn't know is I keep an extra key to my room on my key ring, which just so happens to be downstairs.
I grab them and come back to my door, shoving the key into the slot and twisting it until I hear the click of the knob. I saunter into the room as I say, “I gave you a chance, baby. Remember when I fucking hurt you, it’s your own fault for being so damn stupid.” As if I haven’t already been surprised enough by her endeavors tonight, I still don’t see it coming when something round and cold presses against my temple. I hear a resounding click, the sound echoing through the room.The all too familiar feel of the barrel of a gun against my skin.
A smirk pulls at my lips as I slowly turn my head to where I know her to be. The barrel digs into my temple the more I turn. She’s standing on a small table near my door, slightly hunched over as she holds the gun against me.If only she knew the memories that flood my brain at the feel of a gun against my head again. Not exactly shit I want to relive. It only reminds me of my cowardice. I never want to be that weakever again.
“What are you gonna do with that, hm? Shoot me? Go a—fucking—head. I dare you.” I taunt her. “Pull the fucking trigger, Essa. Do it. Fucking. Do. It. You know you want to.” She locks her eyes onto mine, an internal battle raging behind those pale greens.
My breath stutters along with my heart when I hear the click of the trigger as she squeezes. The silence surrounding us is deafening as we both stand with our eyes locked on one another. Her radiate fear, but mine are full of fucking fury.
She pulled the fucking trigger with the gun to my head. The little fucking bitchactuallypulled the trigger.
With my eyes still locked on hers, each second ticking by feels like a year. I watch as her face pales, any ounce of confidence she had leaving her body in an instant. I wrap my fingers around the barrel, slowly pulling it away from my head. She doesn’t even fight me as she seems frozen in place. Probably from fear is my guess because the look on my face right now is one close to murderous.
Because I feel fucking murderous. I want to slice open her fucking neck and watch that pretty face of hers drain of all life.
I take a deep breath, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I try to contain my anger. Butfuck it. She doesn’t deserve my calm. She deserves my fuckingrage.
I toss the gun across the room, hearing a clunk as it smacks against the wall. I grab Essa around her throat and pick her up. She dangles in front of me like a fucking rag doll, my hand wrapped around her throat the only thing keeping her up. Her legs sway below her, but her hands wrap around my own, clawing at me in an attempt to get me to release her.
Grinning, I watch her face turn red from lack of oxygen and I have no desire to release her. Her nails tear the skin from my hands and arms, but the sting is nothing compared to the utter fucking rage I feel boiling through my blood. My hold on her tightens more by the second, adding gasoline to my internal inferno the more I feel her windpipe being crushed beneath my palm.
I lower her feet to the floor, but keep my hold on her as I drag her to my bed and toss her on top of it. The second I release her, she coughs and sputters as oxygen fills her lungs again. She brings one of her hands to her throat, running her fingers across her pulse as she heaves.
“Aw, what’s wrong, baby doll. Neck hurt?” I grin as I tease her, thousands of ideas running rampant in my head, consuming me.
“Please let me go.” She manages to spit out, her voice barely audible. “I won’t do anything like that again. I made a mistake. Please, just let me go,” she begs with tears running down her face in tandem with her words. She swipes at them as quickly as they fall, but it’s pointless with how fast they’re falling.
“Oh you’re damn right it was a mistake. You think you can pull a fucking gun on melet alonepull the fucking trigger? There isn’t a single person I have let live for pulling some shit like that. You think just because you’re my fuck toy, I’ll treat you any different? You fucked up big time, baby doll, and you’re about to see just how fucking bad.” I glare at her, “And don’t you dare fucking move.” I turn from her and go to my drawer which holds my restraints. Without thinking twice, I grab a packet filled with zip ties.
There isn’t going to be much thinking twice going on tonight.
I grab her right arm and drag it to the bedpost and after wrapping the zip tie around it, I tie it to the bedpost. I pull it as tight it will go, the band already deeply digging into her skin. I move to her left and do the same thing, double checking to make sure she can’t move either, but I already knew she couldn’t. Moving to the foot of the bed, I pull her legs taut and bend her ankles so her toes point towards me. I need a little more room to tie her ankles because even though she’s not short, she’s still not tall enough to reach from the head of my bed to the foot.
Keeping her ankles bent, I zip tie them to the bed. “Bet you’re regretting your decision now, huh, baby doll?” With every zip tie I add, my blood sings in excitement.
13
Essa
I’m fuckingzip tied to his bed and he’s standing at my feet, staring at me like I’m his last meal.Or maybe he’s mine?Either way, I’m fucking screwed. I honestly don’t know what was going through my head when I slapped him and then ran. I ran straight past my room and right into his, thinking he wouldn’t think to look for me in here, but I underestimated him which is something I’m not used to dealing with.
I began digging through his drawers and of course the first one I open is one filled with what seemed to be numerous sex toys. But, they were terrifying so I quickly closed the drawer, careful not to make a noise. I then opened the rest, but came up empty. I didn’t know I was searching for something specific until I came across the gun in his nightstand drawer, then something switched inside of me. I picked it up, and my hands shook. I’d never held a gun before in my life, but surely it wasn’t too hard. Aim and shoot, right?
But I was so,so very wrong.
