Page 10 of Embracing My Nightmare
When he started talking about his long-lost brother, I rolled my eyes and fast forwarded through his misery. I didn’t care about any of his crap when she was so clearlyin pain. Her teary eyes were my kryptonite and I felt the pull to hold her and shield her from the world.
I should have made those two fuckers suffer for days for what they did to her. I should have strung them up by the wrists and let them hang until their shoulders dislocated from their bodies. I should have starved them until they knew the pain she endured from their neglect and selfishness. I should have bled them dry and watched the light gradually leave their eyes.
Stop dwelling on should haves. They’re dead and she’s safe. That’s all that matters.
I closed my eyes and the flashes of their brains splattering against the wall as I ended both of their miserable lives gave me some comfort. The dark, thick blood created a beautiful pattern on the wall as the life was snuffed out of them. When I walked into the house, I found Roger naked in the living room, stroking his pathetic dick while he watched porn on the television. Porn, that at a single glance, let me know he was into some sick shit.
Sally was snorting a line of coke from a tray and didn’t even hear me walk up behind her until I had my hands around her neck and was dragging her into the living room. Elise was a good person who had been placed into a dark and dirty situation. Roger and Sally were supposed to be her saving grace but instead became her tormentors.
Tying them up, I had quietly opened the door to Elise’s bedroom and found her lying on the bed, her nightgown pushed up to her waist and deep purple bruises on her neck. Something inside of me had snappedand I walked over to her, covered her with a sheet, and pushed the bed as close against the wall as possible. Without thinking, I reached into my pocket, withdrew two lengths of silk, and bound her hands loosely to the bed frame. I wanted her as far away from harm as possible because I wasn’t sure what I would do to those two pathetic pieces of shit in the other room.
I vowed to protect her, to make sure she had a good life, and I was as far from good as possible. I had to keep her away from me and the urges that were driving me. Her age was a huge wall that I would not even get close to. Even though there were only a few years between us, she still deserved someone who wasn’t damaged like me. I swore to leave her in peace until she was well past legal age and had experienced life. Her whispered promise to keep me a secret, coupled with the fear and trust in her eyes, sliced a hole in my heart.
Every step away from the house, knowing I left her helplessly tied to the bed, weakened me in the deep recesses of my black heart. I silently promised her that night, as I descended back into the shadows, that I would do everything I could to give her a good life. I started a business and grew it into something I could be proud of. I had enough money to live ten lifetimesand I built a name for myself in cyber security that guaranteed results. It was a known secret that I had more than a little blood on my hands and wasn’t afraid to shed more if needed. I was not a good man, and many feared my wrath.
She went to college and had a few boyfriends, but none that seemed serious. I kept tabs on her from afar, but let her live her life uninterrupted. She earned the freedom they had denied her for so many years and it was amazing to see her flourish. Every year she grew more beautiful, her soft brown hair and green eyes making her a knockout who wasn’t aware of how gorgeous she was. When she found an apartment after she graduated, I made sure I was close enough to monitor her but distanced enough that she wasn’t aware. For the last three years, I watched her every move.
I had eyes and ears inside before she carried in the first box, and I spent time every day observing her grow into an independent woman. With the business I was in, it paid to know everything about your target and have as much intel as possible. I saw every tear she shed in private, and I witnessed her question her own existence.
I saw every asshole who she took to her bed,and I watched every time she got herself off with the drawer of dildos and vibrators. My lamb had a dirty side that she let no one see. My cock throbbed in my pants at all the different ways I planned on dirtying her up. Elise needed someone to take control of her desire and push her past her limit of comfort. Only there, will she be able to find her wings to soar. She deserved to live a life free of confines and I was just the man to get her there.
I hoped to give her a little more time before I entrenched myself into her life, but after tonight, after hearing her recount her abuse and seeing the depths of her pain, I had to change my timeframe. I had to be there for her every minute of every day, to protect her from the demons that chased her. Demons I sent to hell years ago.
I slid the glass door open silently and walked with confidence through the darkened apartment. I knew the floor plan, but this was the first time I had allowed myself inside of her space, normally opting to use the surveillance I had on her, knowing once I crossed the threshold, there was no going back.
Her bedroom door was open, so I stepped through the doorway, keeping my movements quiet and purposeful. I stood over her as she slept and I could smell her arousal as she shifted in her sleep and exposed her bare pussy.
The need I had for Elise was pushing all rational thought aside. I should wake her up and talk to her, but after all these years, I pushed the decent part of me aside and allowed the dirty bastard out to play. When I saw her at the bar, flirting with that pretty fucker she worked for, something changed. I had to touch her, to taste her, to watch her come undone by my hand. When I watched her fuck him, I felt her need for me, her desire, her longing for a promise it was time to keep.
I leaned over her spread legs and inhaled deeply while I gripped my cock and squeezed hard. Light cascaded into the room from her open blinds, the full moon giving me the perfect view of her pussy in the darkness. I licked my lips and felt the smile push my cheeks up as I reached into my pocket and pulled out the soft silk ties.
Slowly, I picked one hand up and shifted it over her head. She stirred then settled as I wrapped the silk around her wrist and threaded it around the iron headboard. Filled with an intense need, I swiftly lifted her other arm, secured the silk around her small wrist, and tied it to the headboard. Elise was beautiful, her arms secured and her legs spread as I watched her sleep, unaware I was about to change everything she thought she knew.
I was about to become the center of gravity for Elise and I hoped I didn’t have to punish her too much for fighting the inevitable. Smirking, I removed my shoes and t-shirt and placed them near the open door. I climbed up between her legs, careful to not wake her before I was ready.
I couldn’t contain my desire for her anymore, and with the flat of my tongue, I licked her wet center, savoring her taste. I rolled my stiff tongue against her clit as I kept my eyes on her, waiting for the moment she realized this was as far from a dream as you could get.
Tonight, I would claim Elise as mine, and I would deliver hell on anyone who tried to take her away.
