Page 11 of Painfully Merry

“Looks like I finally made Sabrina Black cry. This is just the beginning, when you wake up, the fun will start. Sweet dreams.”

“Parker?” her voice slurring.

Ignoring her, I turn to Chaos. He’s playing with the Nutcrackers. “Seriously? How can you move without me noticing?”

“You were eye fucking her, that’s how. Want the rope, or are you gonna carry her?” He flicks the beard on the Santa cracker and giggles.

“Doing okay over there?”

“Why didn’t we decorate the house? I want some of these guys. Think she’ll give him to me?” He drops down next to Sabrina, and her lashes blink up. “I want him. Can I have him?”

“Just take it. She had no issue taking from me. Call it even.” I lift her, tossing her over my shoulder. “Basement?”

A whimper falls from Sabrina, and Chaos smiles with satisfaction.

“To the basement. Or what I like to call it, the funhouse,” he says dramatically.

“Since when? Never mind. Get the door.”

We need to work fast before the drug wears off. The basement is colder, and for Sabrina’s sake, if she wants to move upstairs, she’ll talk quickly. I’m not a patient man anymore, and if Chaos doesn’t get what he wants, I won’t be able to hold him back. He’s used to his ways, and they always end in bloodshed.

He whistles his Christmas carol while he sets up the chair. I drop Sabrina down, her body sagging forward. I almost feel sorry for her. Once she cracks, she’s free.

I watch as Chaos ties her; he works wonders with the rope. He’s rough and gentle at the same time. I catch the occasional caress to her ankle, and it’s too bad she’s numb and can’t feel it.

“Should we head upstairs and grab something to eat? I’m starving.” He stands back from his handy work.

“Yeah, we have nothing else to do. Can’t do anything until the power comes back on.”

“Guess we should’ve planned that one out better. Oh well, come on, the tum tum needs food.”

He storms up the stairs without a care in the world.

“Sit tight, Black. We’ll be back.”

I find Chaos in the kitchen with random food around the table. I would like to know how he works so fast. I still can’t believe I’m here in Sabrina’s house, and it sounds wild the more I think about it. What if this all goes to shit. I must’ve lost my mind.

“I think we should’ve just cut the power to her house, I want a hot meal.”

Chaos cuts my thoughts off before I go any deeper with regret. I sit next to him, grabbing a fork and digging into a cold dish of spaghetti.

“That might have been easier, but the neighbours might take notice.”

He hums. “Yes, we don’t need them being nosy Nancie’s now, do we?”

My only worry is that one neighbour that came to the door. If he does come back, it spells out trouble. He’ll be suspicious when she doesn’t answer the door tomorrow. Why do people make friends with their neighbours?

I mix around my cold ass noodles, wondering if I did the right thing.

“Park, it’ll be fine. It’s your first time, and after this, nothing will ever worry you again. Trust me. I remember my first time. I barfed all over the dude.”

“We aren’t killing her,” I remind him.

He shrugs. “Never know; you might have to.”

“Touch her like that, and I’ll kill you, Chaos.”

His laughter rang out. “I believe it. You look like a possessive asshole right now.”

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