Page 89 of Obsession
Soaking in her fear, I slowly lowered it, watching her face closely as the glowing embers hovered less than an inch away from her rosy nipple.
I liked her tears and her muffled pleas and choppy breaths. I liked their taste in the stale air. Outside, the wind howled, and the silhouetted naked tree beside the trailer danced behind the curtain, tapping the glass as though it wanted to enter this house of horror.
“Do it…”
I locked eyes with Mom and lowered the cigarette. She screamed as her skin sizzled, filling the air with the scent of melting flesh and pain.
Inhaling, I grabbed my hardening dick to ease the delicious ache between my thighs. I was sick for liking this.
Fucking sick.
Mom’s screams soon took on a sweeter and more haunted quality, and her chest racked with sobs that shook her diaphragm.
Delicious shivers raced up and down my spine as I watched the growing terror burn brightly in her usually dull eyes.
“Hurt her again.”
As she continued to cry, whimper, and tremble, I slowly stood up and reached for the axe.
I’d have to hurry, or someone would hear. Not that anyone cared. Not in this trailer park, where husbands regularly beat their wives. Screams were not uncommon.
While my cock throbbed an erratic rhythm in beat with my racing heart, I tightened my grip on the wooden handle. Mom screamed, and the zip ties dug into her flesh. She yanked and thrashed, kicking her legs wildly, as if that would protect her from certain death.
Nothing would. Not when the darkness inside me enjoyed her struggle and the sweet stench of her fear in the air. My cock had its own heartbeat. Excitement, unlike anything I’d ever felt, coursed through my veins.
I raised the axe into the air and brought it down. Sweat beaded on my brow as I yanked it back out of her thigh. Blood squirted, soaking the yellowed sheets. I struck again, severing the leg. The stark white of her bone drew my gaze. Mom was quickly bleeding out, her anguished screams morphing into whimpers.
“Again,”the voices whispered.
Raising the axe, I struck her stomach, blood splattering my face and bare chest. My chest heaved as I brought the axe down repeatedly, severing her midsection.
Mom was in three pieces, surrounded by blood, gore, and innards.
Silence had finally settled on the trailer. And not just any silence, but the closest I’d ever felt to peace.
Sitting down on the mattress’s edge, I stroked her matted hair away from her pale cheek with my bloodied fingers and whispered, “I love you, Mom.”
Her dead eyes stared at nothing, and she was still and peaceful, almost as if she approved of her violent end. Mom was finally free from her demons. More importantly, she finally loved me.
Leaning down, I kissed her damp forehead before rising to my feet and tightening my grip on the wooden handle. There was still so much work to be done and my cock demanded release.
38
ROBBIE
Savannah looks peaceful in her sleep.
Gone are the tense muscles and the slight hitch in her breath when she fights her anxiety. Her soft inhales pull at my chest—a reminder that I can’t stay away.
Seated in the armchair in the corner of her room, I rest my elbows on my thighs, shrouded by shadows, rubbing two fingers over my lips in a soothing motion while watching her. The truth is that Savannah brings me to my damn knees. I never knew the type of fear she brings out in me. The fear of hurting her, or even worse, seeing disappointment cloud her beautiful eyes. That’s all I’ve ever been—a disappointment.
Not good enough.
Savannah stirs and whimpers in her sleep, making every muscle in my body tense. I hold my breath until hers slows once more, and the pull inside me reels me in like a fish on a hook.
Rising to my feet, I walk closer to her bed while carefully avoiding the creaky floorboards.
Outside, the rain patters softly on the window, but I’m too transfixed by the woman who has somehow dug her sharp nails into my heart.
