Page 25 of That Sik Luv

Taking a few steps forward, his eyes follow me. I squat down in front of him, grabbing the edge of the knife from the floor. Slowly sliding it into my hand, I flip the blade down, holding it in my grasp as my eyes find the courage to look up at him.

“There’s my smart girl,” he says with a smirk, seemingly happy that I’m choosing to defend myself against him.

With the tension thick, an eerie silence fills the dark room as we stare at one another. The determined prey to the calculated killer.

“Three.”

Before he can say anything else, I turn and run.

“Two.”

I run for my life.

Chapter thirteen

Beautiful in Blood

Toyingwithmylittledoll is my new favorite obsession. These games we play? They’re only the beginning.

She takes off as I begin my countdown, and I sense the wheels turning in her head. She doesn’t realize that I know just how clever she is. I’m not like these demons around her, stunting her growth, assuming she’s incapable, working to destroy the power she possesses. I know just how capable she is, and whenever she proves that in her fight, it only increases my obsession.

“One,” I finally call out, standing from the bed.

I turn out of the room, just in time to see the two doors of the remaining bedrooms upstairs close, one just before the other. How she did that, I don’t know. She’s smart enough to not run out the front door, knowing I’d easily catch her. I told her if she got out, she’d be free of me. But even if she makes it out, she won’t be.

Briony has yet to learn that I’ll never let her go. And in time, she’ll never want me to.

I stand between the two rooms listening intently, when I remember that only one of these two rooms has a sliver of roof beneath it, allowing her to escape the window. Opening the door to that room, I walk into the darkness, letting it swallow me. The light of the moon barely shines through the closed window. If she’s in here, she’s hiding well. A creak in the floorboards sends my eyes to the closet and I bite down on my bottom lip, the smile growing with each step closer to it.

“Come out and play, little doll,” I whisper, before reaching into the closet, swinging my forearms in the space.

Clothes. Nothing but hanging clothes. My brows knit together when I hear the paddling of bare feet run past the door.

That inquisitive bitch was in the other room!

She knew I knew the layout enough to choose this one first. I laugh to myself, enjoying the fact that she was a step ahead of me. Her mind continuously amazes me.

I turn, running out of the room, pulling myself around by the door frame as I see her black hair flying down the stairs. I grip the banister, swinging myself over it, and jump down a few of the stairs. Gripping the edge of a large painting from the wall with one hand, it falls as she pulls it, shattering into a mess on the remaining stairs between us. I hurdle the frame with my legs, closing in on her. She’s sprinting for her life, trying to get to that door, but I’m faster.

I dive, grabbing her calf, and she trips, falling hard onto her abdomen as the air in her lungs leaves her. Eyeing her round ass that bounces as she falls, I get to my knees, crawling up her body. She flips, bringing a knee to her chest and kicks me square in the jaw, sending my head sideways. A piece of my tooth chips off as my lip splits, the blood pooling in my mouth almost immediately.

She stares at me above her with terror and shock in her eyes, disbelieving of her own strength. I run my thumb along my bottom lip, seeing the blood.

“Oh, fuck yeah.” A smile stretches across my face and I feel the blood rush to my cock.

She scurries out from under me, running towards the kitchen. I scramble after her; the blood dripping down my shirt. Opening the sliding glass door of the kitchen, I smile to myself, knowing there’s a pole jammed in the run of it. It opens only half a foot before hitting the pole, making it impossible for her to slip through it. She quickly turns, her hands gripping the counter behind her, stabilizing her terror-filled form.

Her black hair hangs partially in front of her face, her breasts sway and her pink nipples are visible in the increased light around us. I shudder, imagining myself biting down on them until they bleed onto my tongue.

Only the kitchen island stands between us now. She looks down, realizing it too. Flipping the blade up with a flick of her wrist like a seasoned pro, my cock jumps in excitement.

My tongue slips out between my lips, and I lick the blood, tasting the familiar tinge of metal. I stalk towards her, standing on the opposite side of the island, dropping my palms on the granite as I lean forward, blood dripping from my chin.

“What’s your move, doll?” I ask, sneering at her.

Reaching behind her with her free hand, she grabs a vase of flowers and chucks it at my head. I easily duck it, and it hits the wall behind me, shattering into a mess on the floor. I cock my brow beneath my mask as I walk around the island.

“You’re insane!” she screams, whipping the hair out of her face.

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