Page 69 of Caution Tape

Glancing over at Nolan briefly, I see him shrug, then my gaze settles back on the horrified expression plastered across Lorie’s face.

“Bigyikes. You married a fucking idiot,“ I taunt, resting the axe over my shoulder. “He’s supposed to protect you. I bet you’re wishing you could take back those marriage vows and call a do over right about now. Huh?”

Nolan’s presence lingers behind me for a moment until he stands at my side.

“He’s a big drinker, isn’t he, Lorie?”

“Cora,” Nolan urges impatiently.

“Okay, okay. Colton,” I sing excitedly, leaping onto the bed while Nolan peels his eyelids back, exposing him to the dim light.

Finally, he comes to, Lorie struggles beside him on the bed, and a look of pure terror crosses his eyes. “Mm, what—who are—how—Lorie? Fucking Christ—“ he blurts out, unable to form a single coherent sentence.

Rolling my eyes, I reach into Nolan’s pocket and then shove the dirty rag into Colton’s big yapper.

Yap-yap-yap.

“Look at us!” I exclaim, extending my arm and gesturing the axe back and forth between Nolan and I. “Don’t we look great?”

The second I begin jumping up and down on the bed, a hot ache settles between my thighs. My nipples pucker at the image of slaughtering them in my head. Suddenly, I stop jumping and straddle Lorie’s waist, caressing her face with my fingertips. “Listen, Lorie, we tried to be normal. Well, kind of. We went to the movies. You see, it was our first official date. I’ve never been on a real date before. Just Tinder hookups. Nolan and I had popcorn, and got to watch all the blood and gore on the big screen.” I pinch her cheeks together and watch as tears cascade down her jaw and neck. “Except it wasn’t enough. We couldn’t feel the warm sticky crimson on our hands. Couldn’t smell the strong scent of copper overwhelming our senses. Couldn’t watch thetrueexpression of life vanishing from someone’s eyes.”

Nolan groans.

I sigh dramatically. “Because at the end of the day, it was just acting. It wasn’t real. But this?” I stumble back to my feet and grip the handle of the axe with both hands, raising it high above my head. “Thisis real!”

The axe swishes through the air and comes down hard on the pillow just beside her head. I missed.

“Whoops,” I casually let out, before lifting my arms over my head once more and giving it another shot.

With perfect precision, the blade comes down and tears right into her throat, blood squirting out from her carotid artery in beautiful bursts. I swing again and again, cutting through flesh and bone, painting the walls the most glorious shade of dark red.

There’s a light stirring of sensations building inside me with each passing second. Blow after blow takes me closer and closer. Higher and higher.

My limbs grow heavy. The sheets have become saturated with Colton’s urine. He’s screaming and crying. I lose myself in the chaos entirely. I’m covered in Lorie’s blood. Nolan and Colton are, too.

Nine blows to the neck are what it takes to sever her head from her lifeless body. My endorphins are sky high, my thighs are slick, and my pulse is raging at the gruesome scene that has unfolded before my eyes.

Right on cue, after being edged by Nolan all night, an inevitable orgasm rips through my body. The peak is more intense than I ever could have imagined. I’m so far gone, lost in the pleasure of murder and lust. I’m not sure I will ever find my way back down.

I completely shatter, falling apart at the seams as I drop to my knees and release my grip on the bloodied axe. Thrashing forward, I cry out in bliss, gasping for air.

“Fuck,” Nolan growls viciously, fighting back primal urges.

Clutching the bed sheets, I open my eyes, riding out the final wave of my climax as it carries me out to sea.

“Cunt!” a man’s voice calls out. Colton has somehow managed to work the rag out of his mouth. “Crazycunt!”

“What the fuck did you just call her?” Nolan demands. Suddenly he’s taking the axe in a firm grasp and stands over him on the bed. “What the fuck did you just say to her?” The axe swings through the air before splitting his skull open. It’s unlike any sound I’ve ever heard before. As eerie as it is, it’s music to my ears. “Call her a cunt—“ he grits out, “One.”Clunk.“More.”Thunk.“Fucking.”Clunk. Thunk.“Time.”

Colton’s blood and brain matter spatters against my face with each blow. Nolan’s face is red, and he is drenched in sweat. I have never seen him this angry before, and it’s sending another orgasm through my body.

He turns to me, axe in hand, and eyes sinister. His chest rises and falls with each sharp, uneven breath. He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life, wiping the blood and sweat from his eyes with his forearm—smearing the clown makeup in the process—and watching my second orgasm rake itself through me.

Within seconds, he drops the axe to the floor with a loud thud before tossing me onto my back over Colton’s dead body. Settling between my legs, he pulls out his hard cock and slips my skirt up my waist, staring into my eyes with violent bliss. As soon as he spreads my thighs with his knee, his hand locks around my throat and his mouth smashes against mine.

My face fills with heat. I can hardly breathe as he pins me down and slams inside me mercilessly. I scream out, bucking against his hips, grinding my pussy on his pelvis while he takes me with a vengeance. He increases his pace, thrusting into me hard and fast with no end in sight.

Clawing at his back, I bite down on his lip, drawing blood and sucking it into my mouth. The groan that escapes from his chest sends me spiraling.

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