Page 3 of Heart of a Killer

I can’t stand people who get into another person’s business. Like, you mind you, and I’ll mind me. That’s it. End of the story. But if you get in my face talking trash, you can bet your pretty fake titties that I will come back just as hard. It’s probably my toxic trait, but I’ll own it. I shoulder-check Queen B of the Cunt Squad on my way upstairs as I drag Cole to find an empty room. She gasps, apparently annoyed that I could have the audacity to disrespect her. But what can I say? I do.

The music’s bass is stifling, making it hard to breathe, but when we get upstairs, the sound is muffled. A heavy weight lifts off my chest as we walk down the hall and escape the party. Only a few more steps until I can get a hit.

Exaggerated moans seep from the walls as though they are paper-thin. Rattling a few knobs, I notice that they are all locked except for one. Grabbing Cole by the hand, I pull him in after me.

“Okay, light it up, Cole.”

“You don’t want to finish what you started downstairs first?” he says, moving closer to me. He runs his fingers up my arm, over my exposed skin. The touch is so light it sends shivers down my spine. He must see it in my face because he says, “See, Brie? You want this as much as I do.”

Yes, I want sex. I want to feel something, but right now, I want to feel numb even more.

“Come on, Cole. Let’s smoke one first, and then we can have a little fun.” I offer him my best set of big doe eyes to try to persuade him.

“Ugh, fine. You can have one, but I’ll just watch. I don’t want the weed to make it hard for me to get it up.”

I have to bite my lip. I shouldn’t say anything that would offend him. Not yet, at least. My goal is to smoke some pot, and I have to stay focused. Nodding, I take the blunt and lighter he holds out to me. As soon as I put the weed between my lips, the smell is pungent. Just how I like it. Lighting it up, I inhale. The sweet, musky taste coats my tongue.

“Mm-hmm,” I hum as I exhale.

The pressure on my chest lets up a touch, and I take a few more hits until I feel light as a cloud.

“Are you good now, baby?”

I can’t stand a talker who asks questions. Tell me what you want to hear or shut the fuck up. Cole is back on me, ready to go, and now, with the weed coursing through my system, every touch is like little tingles and waves crashing on my body. It’s bliss.

“Mm-hmm.”

His lips press across my jaw, and the sensation is feather light. My eyes are closed, and the sea of black oceans is carrying me. Cole continues kissing down my neck, sending sparks of pleasure to my core. A moan escapes my lips.

“You like that, Brie. Don’t you?”

“Just shut up.”

My hand is on his chest, and I push him back to the bed, preferring to be on top. Straddling his leg, I grab his face and plant my lips on his. Our tongues glide together as I ride his thigh, finding the friction I need. The tension building in my core is ready to release, but suddenly he flips me over to my back.

“What the fuck, Cole? I was so close,” I scoff.

“Yeah, I know. I only want you coming on my dick.”

“Maybe that’s not something I want. Ever thought of that?”

“You’ve teased me enough. I’m about to give you the best orgasm of your life.”

I’m attempting to lift myself off the bed, but my movement is slow and weak. My limbs are heavy. It's like a weighted blanket is suffocating me. My confusion must be evident because Cole is laughing.

“What the fuck did you do?” My voice cracks at the end.

You’re strong. You’re strong. Don’t let them see you weak.

“Ah, I might have laced the weed you smoked. I knew you would be a bitch and just tease me again. I needed insurance.” He sets up his phone on the nightstand, turning on the camera facing us. “A little reminder for later. So, you don’t forget me.”

I knew Cole was a douche, but I never thought he would stoop this low. Not low enough to drug and rape me. He climbs on top of me.

All I can do is look up at him.

My whole body is heavy, and my limbs are numb. The smell of spearmint gum washes over me as he breathes. Something dark in the corner of the room catches my attention, and I move my eyes over to see it. A form of black smoke moves and vibrates. My heart rate picks up.

My throat tightens, and I can’t even tell Cole what I’m seeing as it approaches.

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