28 comments/ 37896 views/ 54 favorites Serial Lover Ch. 01 By: SweetMolestation This is the first chapter of a series I'm working on. Please tell me how you like it c: This won't be very sexual, but next chapters will be. ******************************************** I sat from the tree, staring at the fat fuck pummel his wife like she was a punching bag. For the past three weeks this is all he has done. He gets home from work, throws his briefcase by the couch, and beats the hell out of his woman for whatever she had done wrong that day. His face red with rage as the wife just puts up with it on the ground. That's what she does everyday too. She puts up with her fat fuck husband beating her, goes into the bedroom, and injects a little "medicine" to help her take the pain away. She covers the bruises with cheap powder and goes and buys groceries for her loving family. The son is who just makes the family that much greater. He couldn't care who he hurts, who he breaks. He fucks all the pretty girls then tells everyone the day after how much of a slut they were. He punches the younger kids, and tries to act tough. All of this just to cover up the fact that he is gay. I have been watching them for over a month now. Planning, each and every detail of what is about to happen this night. I check my bag one last time, and a grin crosses my lips as I leap from the tree, and into the backyard. ********************************************** My volume from my iPod is as high as it can go. I don't even want to think about tomorrow or what it will bring. It's Thanksgiving tomorrow, and you know what that means. Family reunion for the most fucked up family in existence. Sometimes I feel like I'm the only sane one in the family. My grandma and grandpa smoke their lives away, and insult everything I do. My aunt and uncle are swingers, and they love to tell just about everyone about it. My cousins are all absolutely stupid. High off their asses every day so much that you can't even talk to them. But for some reason we still all meet up every Thanksgiving and eat a home-cooked dinner made by yours truly, my heroine-addict mother. But I have my problems and issues too, I guess. I sigh quietly and change the song. It's late, and I consider going to bed. But if I take my headphones out now, I'll hear my stepfather and mom arguing. It's hard to go to sleep when all you hear is crying, screaming, and things crashing and breaking. I pull out a headphone to see if they have calmed down a bit. And something strange hits me. It's silent. Absolutely silent. It's never silent in this house, ever. My older brother usually has his music on full blast over the stereo, or some random girl is moaning from his room. The TV is usually on full blast on football, but I don't hear a damn thing. I get up, confused, to go see if they left. I creep out of my room silently and peek into my brother's room. He isn't there. His backpack is still there, and he never leaves the house without his backpack. Strange. I walk down the hallway, to go venture out into the living room, see if my step dad is passed out on the couch. It's empty, completely empty. But then I hear a sound, a muffled sound coming from near the backdoor, out on the patio. My skin crawls as I grab a knife, not that I'd use it or anything, just to intimidate. I gasp as the wind hits me harshly, and I whip around. The back door is way open, right to the patio. I tiptoe out, and peek around. I see a shape in the distance, like it's crouched. I creep a little closer, and recognize my brother. My brother who's hands are tied to his feet like a hog, his mouth duct-taped closed. His eyes dart fast, like he's signaling something. I whip around fast and a pair of bright blue eyes meet mine. They shine so bright, it's like he has goddamn flashlights in his skull. I yelp as he grabs the knife from my hand, pulls me by the waist, and sets the knife to rest right on my neck. My back is touching his stomach, and I can feel his heartbeat, and it is calm. I can also feel mine, and I'm confused to why I'm not having a heart attack right now. "Say a word and I can make this more painful than this needs to be," a cold voice growled right next to my ear. It gave me chills, the goosebumps decorating my skin from head to toe. "Understand?" I nod my head quickly and the knife at my throat comes out of my skin a little bit. The mystery man drops the knife, but still has a firm grip on my waist. I don't even try to move. My heart is racing, my thoughts scattered. All it is telling me is to fight or to flee. Fighting may result in death. Fleeing may also result in death. Being still and not doing anything might postpone my death, so I'm sticking with that. The man smothers a cloth to my face and whispers," Breathe in, honey." He chuckles a bit as I lose consciousness. All I remember before I go out is his eyes, his bright blue eyes twinkling as they watch me. ********************************************* She wasn't supposed to be there. I've never even seen her before. I've never seen her leave the house, go in the living room, go anywhere. In the month I watched that family, I never saw her. But as soon as I did, I knew I couldn't leave her. I couldn't leave any witnesses. It didn't matter that she was beautiful, if I left with her family and she saw me, the cops would finally have a trail to find me. No witnesses. That bitch almost ruined my plan that I had been plotting for a month. ************************************************ No, this can't be happening. My mind spins and I feel like I'm going to throw up. No, no, no. "NO!" My eyes open and my brain tries to process the blurry image my eyes are sending to it. I must've talked aloud without knowing it and woken myself up. My vision clears, and I try to make sense of my situation. I move my hands to move a piece of stray hair, but when I do, I see that they are bound above me, in chains. My heart beats so hard I feel like it's going to split out from my chest. I scream, but all I hear is muffled sounds. I'm gagged, isn't that fucking perfect. I look around and see my brother, mom, and step father all in the same set up as I. They are all awake. My stepdad is glaring at my mother, like this is all her fault. My mother's eyes are darting, looking for any sign of movement or a way out. My brother is just still. No emotion. Just still. But I can see the fear in his eyes and he begins to shake. Then, I notice we are all stripped down to our underwear. I feel the cold of the musky room. We're in a basement. There's a flickering light above us. We are almost in a perfect circle, and in the middle is a chair, a bloodstained chair. Every memory comes rushing back all at once. The quiet of the house, the chill of outside, the piercing blue eyes and of course, the warmness I felt when I was pressed up against the man. The man! Where was he? The anxiety rushes in as I try to imagine what he's doing, or when he's going to come. I notice my stepdad fumbling around, and the gag falls out of his mouth. All at once the rage reddens his face and he begins the list of insults to my mother. "You fucking bitch, do you know who this is!? Is this one of your dealers? What did you do you stupid slut!? I swear when we get out of this I will-" "Richard, please. Do not yell at your wife. It's not very kind," a chilling voice said from the darkness, making us all jump. He had a proper British accent, which was weird because we lived in Oregon. The mystery man stepped out of the shadows, and I almost whimpered at how beautiful and dangerous he looked. His hair was jet-black, and almost touched his shoulders. It was shaggy, messy, but it looked so good on him. He had light stubble, and wore a sly grin. He was dressed in all black, with a zip up sweater and black pants. You could tell he was strong. He was almost like a god. Except he didn't look holy, or angelic. He was like a demon. A beautiful demon. His piercing blue eyes were narrowed. "Who the fuck are you and what did my bitch wife do! I swear we had nothing to do with this it's her who has the fucking problem!" my stepdad yelled viciously at the beautiful demonic man. "Ah, you are mistaken, Mr. Jones. Each and every one of you has a problem. In fact, that is the reason why I have brought you here all today. I'm here to help you. To cleanse you of your sins. I have been examining each and every one of you for a month. I have seen what you do. Me getting rid of you is going to help the world." The demonic man smiled. My stepdad went cold. All the rage went from his face and was replaced with complete and utter fear. My mother began to cry. My brother was still shaking, but tried to act tough. All I could do, was stare at the man. He revealed an axe and crouched down next to my stepdad. The blade caressed his neck ever so slightly. "You go to work every day just to fuck the intern because you haven't made love to your wife in a long time. You go home every night just to beat your wife, then sleep. You repeat this process every day. These hands only cause pain, don't you think?" Before anyone could say anything, I closed my eyes. I didn't dare open them but I had a good idea what had just happened by the screams. "This is just day one. Tomorrow, we will deal with you, Meredith." The man referenced to my crying mother as my stepdad screamed obscenities. I felt a warm touch on my chin. My eyes flashed open, and were met once again with those blue eyes. He was inches away from me. The axe was nowhere to be found, but my heart didn't slow down. "And you, lovely, are coming with me." I yelped loudly as he unlocked my chains and I fell into him. He grabbed me like I weighed absolutely nothing and tossed me over his shoulder. The first instinct that came to mind was to fight, and as soon as we got up to the stairs leading to God knows where, I started to kick and flail and punch at him. The man stopped quickly, reached up, and smacked my ass so hard that tears spilled out of my eyes. "You psychopath! You fucking asshole!" I choked out over his back while we climbed up the stairs. He opened the door, and chuckled menacingly. "You will soon learn that talking to me like that deserves a punishment," the mystery man growled. ********************************* End of chapter 1 Serial Lover Ch. 02 Thank you for the feedback and the criticism. I will try to cut back on the swearing, but the violence is what makes it. No, he doesn't get off on killing. You will learn more about his past in later chapters. I hope you like it c: Chapters will be short for awhile. I'm a bit busy with classes but weekends I am free, so I will write then, and chapters will be longer. -Luna ******************************** I remember slitting her throat wide open, and then her mother's, and then her brother's, all while they were sleeping. Growing up, I had mastered the way of turning off my emotions. Sometimes I felt like when I ignored them, they actually went away. It would have scared me, but it felt good to not worry or have remorse or sadness. It was almost like taking out my emotions on others just made them go away too. Each stab and slice was just draining them out. I liked that idea. ******************************** I was thrown onto a small bed in a dimly lit room. The mystery man leaped forward, and onto the edge of the bed. I slowly backed up, until I touched the headboard. I was trapped. On the side was a small chest, and on the other was a dresser. He would catch me any way I tried to run. I tried my hardest to press myself up against the wall, as if I could melt into it. His eyes pierced into me. I flinched. "What's your name, honey," he said sweetly with a hint of poison. My mind went blank. What was my name? I couldn't even remember. The fear had overrun my brain. I tried desperately to regain myself. I knew he was growing impatient when he crawled a bit forward. I choked out, "I-I-Imora." He smiled. "Adrian," he replied. I don't know why it fitted him, but it did. We sat in silence for awhile. He was looking me all over, from head to toe. I shifted uncomfortably in the silence and turned my head away. He suddenly got up and left the room, and I heard it lock. My body relaxed from its stiffened state and I jumped up, searching the room. I opened all the dressers in search for a key, a weapon, anything. All I found was a few pairs of boxers, gloves, and some t-shirts. I don't think this was his room, because the rest of the drawers were empty and a bit dusty. I tried to door, just in case, but it was locked. I cursed in my mind about a thousand times. There was a little candle and incense set up in the corner, and I ran over and found a spare lighter hidden behind the candles. It wasn't much, but it was something. I checked the chest by the bed and it was a bit jammed. I mustered up all my strength and got it opened, but I almost fell over backwards when I saw the contents. Chains, whips, and more accessories I didn't even know what to call. I gasped loudly, but heard the door being unlocked. I launched on to the bed, afraid that I would get in trouble for searching around. I hid the lighter in the back of my underwear. Uncomfortable and embarrassing, but it would have to do. Adrian stalked in, like he was approaching a small prey. He looked amused, and I didn't know what he was laughing about until I saw that I had left the drawers open and the chest full of horrors wide open too. "Looking through my stuff? Trying to find a way out? Well let me tell you right now, that you are never, ever, ever, getting out of here. At least, not alive that is," he growled. Before I could even gasp he leapt forward and pinned my arms down with his, and my lower half down with his legs. Something painful was digging into my back and a realized it was the lighter. I struggled to get one arm free, but it was like a bulldozer had fallen on it. I gathered spit in my mouth and aimed right for his eye. He yelled loudly in anger, and unpinned one of my arms to wipe my saliva off of his face. It gave me enough time to reach for the lighter behind me. I didn't know what I was doing, I didn't even have a plan. I flicked on the lighter and almost got it to touch his hair so it would ignite, but before it touched, he grabbed my wrist so hard I thought it would break. He jerked it so the lighter would fall out, and it did, hitting the floor and my hope did too. He flipped me around on my stomach and positioned me so that I was on my knees on the floor and my stomach was on the bed. He forced my head down onto the bed with my ass wide up in the air. I screamed and thrashed, but his arm was pressed down onto my back so I couldn't move. My panties were pulled down to around my knees, and I started crying. "Please don't! Please," I screamed at him but right when I ended my sentence, his arm went up into the sky and his palm landed on my ass. Tears spilled out while he hit me two more times, in the same spot, and each time harder. I wanted to die I was so embarrassed. No one had ever seen me naked, or spanked me even. I thought my punishment was done, but then I felt an intruder in my pussy. I gasped while his finger explored. "Jesus, you're so tight. But so wet," Adrian whispered. It almost sounded like he was conflicted. I shook in terror, but something else also stirred in me. I knew the feeling. It was arousal. I became even more embarrassed. Two seconds went by before he quickly stood up, and pulled me up with him. "Pull up panties, and get on the bed. Now," he said so angrily I thought I might get spanked again. I hurried along and sat on the bed. He began to rummage around in the chest of horrors, and pulled out a few sets of chains. He climbed on the bed and wasted no time taking my arms and chaining them to the headboard. While he was chaining them, his chest was right next to my head, his t-shirt barely touching me. He smelled cigarettes and coffee beans. For some reason it was almost intoxicating. The smell went away as he climbed off the bed. He reached the door and took one look behind him at me, and looked pained. But went out the door and locked it. I didn't realize how exhausted I was. I tried to get comfortable but sleeping with your arms above your head made it almost impossible. I think my body finally just quit and I drifted off and dreamt of coffee and cigarettes. ******************************** I collapsed on my bed and rethought my entire plan. It shouldn't be this hard. I can just keep her in the spare room, kill her later. But the thought made me almost sad. She was a black-haired beauty. I don't think I've seen anything like her. Bright blue-green eyes. She wasn't a short petite thing, she was tall. Long legs and her hipbones stuck out perfectly. She was skinny, with probably about C cup breasts. Her little bellybutton was pierced, along with her nose. Her ears were stretched, not too big, not too little. Piercings on women intrigued me so much. She intrigued me too much. It took me so much not to just throw her down and fuck her so hard that she wouldn't be able to move. But her family had to go, soon. The father would surely be dead soon, might lose enough blood from his hand being cut off. I would figure it out tomorrow. I already had the son's death and the mother's death all planned out. I had other targets to bring in too, and I didn't like being off schedule. After them I would go for others I had been targeting. A couple of pimps and their ladies would soon be in my basement soon too. And next, a cheating senator and his god-awful wife. I had two days to kill the family in the basement, or else I would be off schedule. I can't be late, I can't be off schedule. I can't. ******************************** -End of chapter 2- Serial Lover Ch. 03 The stench of filth and mold fill my nose as I walk down the stairs. The heroine whore, her son, and what used to be her husband are soaked in blood, the motionless hand on the floor. Took him long enough to bleed out. The mother is asleep, but once she gets a hit of this she'll be sure to wake up. I step over dried puddles and crouch down near the woman. I got this from a well-known dealer. A man from Israel who mixes his smack with rat poison. She rouses a bit, shakes her head, and her eyes flutter open a bit. Before she can talk I jam the syringe into her arm. Finding a vein isn't hard for me. I've done this before, far too many times. But I push out the thoughts before she can see any emotion. But she doesn't, she's consumed in the high. She looks blissful, but at the same time distraught. Three more times, and I'm done, and I get up before memories force themselves into my mind. Meredith wasn't as bad as her husband or her son, but she still took it. She still got high instead of confronting her problems. And when you don't confront your problems, bad things happen. Especially with addictions. I guess she'll die doing what she loved. Two down, four to go. ************************ The chattering of my teeth wake me up, and the chill of the room passes over me like an icy kiss. I am still in my bra and panties, and as I shift around, the sting of the blows delivered to my ass finally register. I cry out a little and then automatically regret it, because I don't want him knowing I'm awake and coming in. There is a small ratty blanket underneath me and I maneuver legs to attempt to get it over me. I arch my back and bend my leg back, slipping it under blanket under me and flipping it over. I push my legs under and slightly jiggle to try to move the blanket up. It works, but it is still freezing. My wrists, and ass, are sore and I don't think I've ever been more uncomfortable in my life. One time I was stuck outside because my father and mother went to a casino and didn't leave me any keys. I had to sleep outside in the shed. It was cold, dirty, and I'm pretty sure something was dead in there. But right now, being alone, vulnerable, naked, cold, trapped with a psycho? This beats it. A cold truth hits me. I have no idea what has happened to my family. They aren't the greatest, but they're still family. My heart pangs and I consider every worst possible scenario ever. I just wish my mom was here to hold me. It sounds childish, but before she married that asshole, we were close. She wasn't getting high everyday and she didn't have black eyes. But when jobs failed, and addiction grew, she turned to a wealthy asshole named Richard, and the rest is history. The doorknob starts to turn and wakes me out of my memories. Adrian saunters in, looking like a cat with a sly grin. I don't think I'll ever get used to his terrible beauty. I can't take my eyes off him as he pulls up a chair and sets it right in front of the bed. He eyes me, and I suddenly feel like I'm about to be beaten for having a blanket over me. "Found yourself a blankie, I see." "It's cold," I reply quickly. "I was just cold." He seems to understand but I still feel uncomfortable, waiting for a blow. "Well, maybe I can warm you up," he replies. My heart rate speeds up as he gets up from the chair and sits on the bed. He crawls over me and his scent of cigarettes and coffee invades my nose. I advert my eyes from his piercing blue ones because if I look any longer I'll get lost. Goosebumps arise as he lowers his head down to my neck, and slowly brushes his lips across it. I have the urge to run my fingers through his hair, and I notice it when my locked up hands start straining forward. He notices too, and quickly lifts his head up and I stop it immediately. I can't want him, I can't do that. The man is a psycho. ************************ I come into the room silently and see her beauty even in her worst state. She has somehow managed to get a blanket over herself. Smart. The knife in my back pocket is a cold reminder of what I am supposed to do. What I should do, and what I am going to do. No looking back and no second thoughts. She has to go, I can't risk it. But I can have a little fun first. In the midst of our fun, I'll do it then. She'll be caught up, might even die happy or quicker. I don't know her sins. But looking at her now is making me want to throw the knife out the door and just kiss her all over. I pull up the chair, " Found yourself a blankie, I see." Her reply is quick, and from the looks of it she isn't lying. Her teeth are chattering slightly and I see goosebumps covering her. "Well, maybe I can warm you up." I crawl over her and look straight into her eyes, with so much intensity that she finally looks away and moves her head, exposing her neck. My first instinct is to bite it, claim her, mark her. Not like a vampire, but just like an animal. When sharks mate, the male bites the female, to claim her, possibly. I'm just acting on instinct. But instead of marking her, my lips just brush, and I'm surprised. I hear a small gasp from her and chains rattling, and I don't think she notices it, but she's reaching for me. Straining for me. I feel my cock harden into her thigh, but I try to fight it. I look up and reach into my back pocket, and feel the knife. That's not what I'm looking for, I'm looking for the keys to her chains. I unlock them and her wrists are red. They droop to her sides, and I'm disappointed. But I shouldn't be. I rethink the having fun and decide to just get it over with right now. She looks almost relaxed, and seconds pass while I'm still over her, and there is no talking. I squeeze my eyes shut, but then grab her by the waist, sticking her to me and forcing her chin up with my other arm. Rage fired inside me and I could hear her screaming, but it was tuning itself out as I grabbed the knife from my pocket and set it under her chin. The rage burns harder and harder as I imagine her like those men that night, and I dig the knife into her neck and move it just the slightest bit before I catch myself. It's like the world dropped. It's like music stopped and all the noise and chatter and sounds in the world stops, and it was just an eerie silence. I feel something on my fingers and I notice it's her blood, dripping from the wound I made on her neck. I feel disgusted with myself. I don't know what she did, I don't know! What if she didn't do anything! Did I just kill a helpless beautiful woman? The rage boils up again and I growl loudly and hurl the knife at the door, making it stick into the wood and it hangs there. I breathe in and out and snarl, until I realize the girl in my hold is still breathing, and her neck isn't slit. There's a small wound. A small, shallow wound. It didn't reach her veins, but she still bleeds. I don't even think, but I rip my shirt off over my head, tear it, and then put pressure. I don't know if it would help but for some reason I am just so set on making this stop that I don't even think straight. She's crying silently, like she thinks she's dead. I cuss and prop her up against the bed frame, and she looks me in the eyes. "It's just a scratch," she whispers. I pull the shirt back from her neck and I notice it was shallower than I thought. The bleeding has almost stopped as well. I almost breathe out a sigh of relief but then I catch myself again. Why the hell wasn't it deep!? My intent was to kill her. Better question: why isn't she dead? Anger rises up in me as I become ashamed that I couldn't just kill her. Killing is what I do, and this girl magically changes that? A girl changes that and the first thing I do is try to help? Who am I? I stand up quickly and grab the knife out of the door, and slam it behind me with so much force I don't know how I didn't break it off. My nostrils are flaring and I shout out, "I swear to fucking god if you come out of this room I will spank you so hard you'll never be able to sit again, do you hear me?!" And with that I head downstairs, still filled with blind rage it's like I'm seeing red. My target of my anger is the son, and I don't care to hear his pleas. I stab the knife blindly right into his shoulder with all my might and run upstairs, and slam the door to the basement without paying attention to the howls of pain coming from downstairs. The anger from a girl getting the better of me settles itself down. I put my head to the wall, and punch it just once, before I breathe out and put the emotions far, far, far, very far, away from me. ********************** From behind the slammed door I hear his angry voice say in a chilly British voice "I swear to fucking god if you come out of this room I will spank you so hard you'll never be able to sit again, do you hear me?!"I quietly say yes and rub my neck where it was cut. He cut me. He cut me. He wanted to kill me, but he just cut me. Or did he want to kill me? Did he actually really want to or did he just feel obligated? The anger I saw when he left the room was like Satan himself had possessed Adrian. It scared me. It excited me. It confused me. Did I make him that angry? What was he about to go do? A howling from downstairs answers me and I recognize it as my brother. Guilt and anxiety fill me up and I want to leave the room so bad, but I'm so afraid. Do I stay and let him suffer? Or do I leave and both of us suffer? Do I even care? This is the brother that has treated me like I'm not even related to him. I should let him suffer. Let him take all this pain. What am I even saying? Who am I becoming? Did I really just want my own brother to suffer? I shake my head in frustration. This place is twisting up my mind like making me want to wrap my fingers in a psycho's hair, wanting to make my brother suffer. I had to get out. I had to get out before he finally decided it was my time to go. I get off the bed, and creep silently to the door. I open it just the slightest bit and look around. I don't see anyone or anything, just a kitchen. But then the door from the basement swings open and Adrian thumps his fists on the wall and leans into it, punching it every few seconds. For some reason, I can't take my eyes off him. And then just like that, his back straightens and all anger has faded from his figure and he looks calm. Emotionless, but calm. In an instance he went from Satan to a Buddhist monk. But then he turns around so quick before I can shut the door, and his eyes lock with mine. I gasp and shut the door quickly and hop back into the bed like I hadn't moved at all. My heart is beating almost out of my chest and I wait anxiously. The door opens. He holds a paper plate with a sloppily made sandwich on it, and a big blanket. My jaw almost drops. Didn't I just infuriate him? He smiles which only confuses me more. "Eat it. Now," he commands. I didn't notice how hungry I was until now and wolf the sandwich down. I don't even care that he's watching. I eat like an animal because I haven't eaten in god knows how long. He watches me while I finish and he grabs the plate out of my hand. He silently leans into me, right next to my ear, and I think he's going to run his lips over me again. My stomach tightens and I wait for contact, but all I hear is "If you ever infuriate me like that again, you'll regret it." He straightens up, and leaves the room, locking it behind him. He has left, but the goosebumps he has given me stay. ************************* I cleaned up the mess that was the mother and father but left the son. He wasn't quite dead yet. And I still had more I wanted to do with him, the knife in the shoulder was just an extra. He groans and breathes ragged breaths. I don't pay attention to him as I scrub the dried blood off the floor. I hear his breathing accelerate and he chokes out "Where... is my-s-sister." I smirk up at him. "She's fine. For tonight. Tomorrow is when I will have my fun. Don't worry, your turns coming soon." Serial Lover Ch. 04 I stared at her sleeping body on my bed. Her chest was heaving slowly up and down while she slept, completely unaware and completely defenseless. The anger of before when I couldn't kill her rose up in my body. Who did she think she was? I had been killing people since I was 15. What's up with this girl? It made me upset. And when you can't have what you want, you'll always want it. And what I craved was her death. Better to have her gone than having her here questioning myself. I wandered over to the bed. The room was lighted up by a candle in the corner and her beautiful face was illuminated. She was freckled, with long eyelashes. They looked wet from tears. I sat on the bed next to her body. I stroked her back with my hands. She mumbled a little in her sleep, and snuggled into the bed. I almost laughed. But I keep my face straight. I pick her up, her sleepy body dangling in my arms and sit her in my lap, her back touching my stomach and her legs spread out over mine. She only fidgeted a bit, but seemed comfy enough. I caressed her soft hair because I had been dying to touch it ever since I picked her up out of that basement. She stirred and suddenly came to. "W-what are you do..-" a groggily voice whined but I cut it off with my fingers wrapped around her throat. She was awake and started thrashing, grabbing my legs. I pulled up my legs and trapped her shoulders there to lessen to moving while I squeezed her life from her. I heard her little attempts for air and suddenly wanted this whole thing to be over then. So I squeezed harder and her body began to calm down as her lungs were deprived of oxygen. I thought she was a goner until I felt her cold hand reach up and touch me right on my cheek. Softly. It was like a reflex how fast my hands came off her neck. She heaved, choked, sputtered, and breathed in deep breathes. Her body looked drained, and crumpled, and absolutely vulnerable. Her breasts moved with her deep breaths, and I instantly became aware of how bad I fucking wanted her. She was laying on my bed, perfect, helpless, and gasping for air. Her breathing calmed over time and I watched her as she became normal, her breathing slowing. She seemed to remember where she was and snapped her head to look at me. Before a word could come out of her mouth I cupped my hand over it, laid my body on top of hers, pinning her, and digging my nails into her hips. "If you scream, or say a word if you're not spoken to first, then I will finish what I started back there. Do you understand me?" My words seemed to do the trick and I felt her head shake up and down in agreement. I laid on her like that, and took my hand off her mouth. She seemed to be behaving because her mouth looked pretty shut. I examined her. Her nipple was sticking out of one bra cup, and pink. She didn't seem to notice it until she caught me staring. She quickly pulled it over and I glared at her. "Don't hide yourself from me. Take off your fucking bra and panties," I snarled at her. She looked up at me with pleading eyes but I kept my authoritative look. She unhooked her bra and let it fall on the bed. I looked at her perfect breasts. They were big, and perky. But looked very natural and like a handful. I didn't think I could hang on any longer. "Has anyone ever fucked you?" I asked impatiently. She looked shocked and quickly whispered, "No..." I growled to myself and then put my body over hers again. She stared up at me with big eyes. Pleading eyes. I pressed my lips on her neck hard. I bit her neck and sucked and felt her tense up with goosebumps. I moved up to her face, to those big lips and bright eyes. She was beautiful, and sexy. I quietly chuckled to myself that I had accidentally kidnapped a fucking prize. I mashed my lips onto hers, grabbing her hand and holding them over her head. I grabbed rope from my jean pockets and tied her hands above to the bed frame. I sat up over her trembling body. Her legs were rubbing over one another, trying to get friction. I laughed. "Do you want me to touch you there?" She ignored my comment and put her head on the side, hiding her face in her hair. I dug my fingers into her thighs and leaned down until I was right in her ear, holding one side of her face with my hand. "If I ask you a question, you need to answer it. And answer it truthfully. Or else I'll have to punish you," I whispered. "So I'll ask you again. Do you want me to touch you there?" She quickly responded, "No.." I smirked and tried to part her legs, but her legs were powerful and fought back. I raised my hand and slapped her thigh, resulting in a loud sound and giant mark. I heard her whimper and she stopped fighting. I spread her legs and heard her silently weep as I slid my hand over the blow, but then up to her cunt. I perched my middle finger at her hole and felt her wetness, and I laughed. "Your body seems to want me to touch you here baby." She gasped and I took advantage of it to take her by surprise my pushing my finger into her tightness. I pressed my thumb on her clit. She let out a tiny yelp and I massaged her everywhere. I began to pump in and out and in and out with my finger, feeling her body conform to me. Her legs shook and I saw her stomach rise and fall as her abs clenched and un-clenched. Her face was in pure bliss, and I lent down into her pussy and stuck my mouth on her clit while I fingered her roughly now. I sucked on her clit, pushing my finger inside of her as she rose and rose to the edge, whimpering and moaning and writhing. I felt my cock needing her, and so I stopped, leaving her in unfulfilled ecstasy. She whined and I laughed at her pout. "Do you want my cock, you beautiful little whore?" She didn't reply so I got up from the bed. I pulled off my jeans, and my boxers with my shirt off. My cock sprang free and I saw her eyes widen even more. I looked at her and waited for her to respond. She was twitching with a need for an orgasm. "If you don't answer me truthfully right now I will walk downstairs, finish off your brother, and leave you in this room for 3 days, naked, and wanting." "No! Please don't kill him, please don't hurt me." She cried out defeated. "Then answer me honestly," I whispered back "No, I don't want your-your dick! Please just don't hurt anyone. Just let me out of here I promise I wont tell and," she rambled on. I snapped loudly in her face and she stopped, tears coming down her eyes but they were beautiful and blue and locked with mine. I saw fear, her unnoticed arousal, and her survival skills all in one look. And that made me need her. I became a primal animal and got on the bed, my body covering hers. Our naked skin touched and she let out a small whimper. I leaned down and put my lips up to her ear. "You can make all the sounds you want, no ones around to hear you. I'm your only company," I whispered and then bit her ear sharply and then nibbled. She gasps and I chuckle. I sit by her and watch her heaving chest, her hands restrained. "Would me to untie you?" I ask with a deceiving smile. I watch her face light up. "Yes," she says fast and ecstatically. I grin. I untie her and she rubs her red wrists. I stand up on the side of the bed and she is sitting on her thighs, in a submissive posture even though she doesn't even notice it. My cock is out and hard, and she avoids it with her eyes. She's inexperienced. Hmm. She lifts her chin up and looks at me and locks eyes with me. It takes all my power to not throw her down and fuck her savagely until she was raw. "You see my cock? You're going to put it in your mouth, and make me cum." She tenses up and backs away but I grab her by the hair before she can go anywhere and lean down to her level. "That wasn't a suggestion, honey," I whisper coldly and increase my grip in her hair. She hides her gaze in her hair but with my other free hand I grab her chin and yank her until she sees me fully. "I can't.. I've never really made anyone cum.. I've never had sex I don't know what you want.." She babbles and I hold her there while she talks for a good 2 minutes straight while I listen to her and weigh my options. Fucking this beautiful creature would make my night. But the innocence in her eyes and her fear and rambling are making me want her to want me as well. I groan and sigh deeply and let go of her hair and chin, her lips trembling. She scrambles back. I crawl near her and look her in the eyes. "I asked you to make me cum. You didn't listen to me. You need to know that not listening gets you in trouble. But I'll give you one more chance, and if you blow that chance I'll smack your ass until it's bruised." She shudders and blushes but stares into my eyes. I can see that she believes me. "Now get into your bed." She listens quickly and tucks herself in. I crawl over her and grab her wrists and tie them to the bed frame. She shifts uncomfortably and I half smile.I sit on a spare chair in the corner of the room and grab a book and read even though I'm focusing on her.I see her body relax into sleep. At some point I pass out in the chair for awhile and I wake up disoriented, needing a mattress, and collapsing into the bed. 'Shes tied, I'm fine', my tired brain tells me. I accept it and slip into sleep. ********************* My eyes flickered open. The room was blurry but it focused and his room was pitch black. I turned my aching body over to the other side, and I saw him. In his sleep he looked like a boy. His hair was ruffled, and his eyebrows were calm instead of their usual intensity. My sleepiness is shattered in an instant like glass and I try to sit up. I'm blocked by my hands being tied to a bed frame. I let out a silent cry of frustration because I don't want to wake him. I look up at my hands and struggle and twist around. But then I realize something; he didn't pay a lot of attention to what he was doing. I move my wrists and maneuver, sliding and pulling and finally I feel my sore wrists break free of the not tight enough rope. I laugh and exhausted laugh but quickly catch myself and cup y hands around my mouth, wide eyed. He only stirs a little. I close my eyes and breathe out a sound of relief. I turn my shaking body and place my feet up on the carpet. I stand up, and regret it because I am sore there and I've never felt this feeling before. I grunt and tiptoe carefully to the door. I look over my shoulder at the angelic demon in his bed, fast asleep, then try the door. It opens and I feel my heart pumping through my chest. I run and look around the house for anything that could lead me out. I finally find a door and open it. It leads to outside, and I'm about to sprint out until I realize something. What about my family? What if they're still alive? Would I be able to live with the guilt of never knowing? Do I run and find help or will he kill any more people before that time? I have to check and I know it. I scramble around quietly, checking doors and when I find the basement door, the steps leading down into the dark and dank horror I don't want to relive. I buck up and walk as quick and quietly as I can down the creaky stairs, into his lair. I peak my head around, and the place is squeaky clean of the horror I remember. The only reminder is the shackles, and my shackled brother, his head hung. I lunge over to him, but it's useless. He is motionless and smells like death. I don't even want to touch him. I whisper his name, even say it aloud, but I get no answer. I hear movement upstairs and freeze. He's awake. Oh god he's awake. With no other thoughts I sprint up the stairs, and out the open door. I run as fast as my bare feet will take me. It's early. The sun hasn't rose yet. I run and run until I can't breathe, and I'm gasping for air, dehydrated and now even more sore. Outside of his house is nothing. Absolutely nothing. He must own land or something in the middle of fucking no where because the only things I see around me is decrepit barns, old farming equipment left to rust, and orchard trees. I turn back towards the house, but it is far. I feel okay until his dark figure shows up in the doorway. I feel like a cornered animal even though he is far away. I cuss under my breath and crouch, hoping he doesn't see me in the darkness of the early morning. He runs out of the house in my direction and I panic. I scramble for options, and decide hiding in the orchards is my best bet. I run like lightening to the trees, but I look over my shoulder to see he is following me. He is very fast, my tired and aching body is slowing me down. I run as efficiently as I can in the dark through the trees, panting and gasping until I hit the end of his supposed property at a giant chain-link fence. "No no no no fuck!" I exclaimed as I clawed at the gate. I pounded my fists on it. I felt someone's eyes on me and I spun around. I jumped from shock and I locked eyes with him. Predator and prey. "HELP ME SOMEONE PLEASE!" I screamed in the early morning and choked on tears while I banged on the fence. I breathe and catch my breath and look up, but immediately regret it. He stared at me with such intensity and fire I shrank down to the ground and whimpered. He moved toward me and I crawled back with every step he took. I crawled and pushed back until my back hit a large tree and and he sauntered over to me. I was paralyzed with fear. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Please don't kill me please-" "Get up. Now," he snarled. I hastily stood up, dirt falling off my naked thighs and hands. As soon as I was fully straight up, Adrian grabbed my wrist painfully and wrenched it toward him and began walking fast while I dragged along behind him trying not to fall down. The pain, dizziness, and exhaustion made the entire walk to the house seem like 3 seconds passed. We stepped through the door way and without stopping or any words he continued, to the basement door. I was filled with panic and fear as soon as I saw where we were headed. "No please! No! I won't run just please don't take me down there!" I pleaded to him, but he seemed to ignore everything I say. His face was blank, cold, and emotionless, which scared me even more. He pulled me down the steps, into the dank room with the husk of my brother. Panic attacked me and I started bawling, pulling back on his wrist with my free hand, trying desperately, but he yanked it forward and I fell on the last step onto the cold floor. He let go and reached down before I could act, and threw me over his shoulder like before. I sobbed and clawed at him while he walked around my brother, and down a small hallway. A wooden door was placed at the end of the hallway, and he pushed it open. I couldn't see what was inside until he pulled me down and set me on my feet. The room had chains on the wall, cages, and chains hanging from the ceiling. There was a dresser in the corner, and it looked too friendly and home-like to be in here. There was a metal table, leather straps for hands and feet. My heart dropped. He walked to the wooden door and closed it. I watched as he turned around, his big figure intimidating. His face was beautiful, but terrifying. My breath caught and he grabbed both of my hands and hoisted them above my head. I looked up and to my horror there were two wrist shackles hanging. He rose me up against his body, and closed them tight. When he moved away, I was on my tip toes. My feet on the ground were the only thing that kept me steady and i choked out a few sobs. He looked me over quietly, and seemed satisfied. I got my speech back, and exclaimed, "Please, don't kill me. I'm sorry I ran away, please. I just don't want to die-." He walks over to the dresser calmly and opens up some drawers. "Adrian! Please I-." He finds what he's looking for, and closes the drawer. I squint my eyes and see he is carrying a belt. A belt? ********************************************** I circle around her hanging body. Her eyes are huge and wet, and she's drenched in sweat and dirt from outside. I slap the bent belt on my hand. She flinches and begins to ramble. "What-what are you going to do? Are you going to kill me? Why do you have the belt? Please don't hurt me please-." "I'm not going to kill you. Yet. But you ran away from me. You didn't listen to me. I told you you had one more chance. You ran away and almost got away. You almost just cost me this whole job. I think that deserves a punishment. Don't you?" I say in a quiet voice. I hear her sputter and tremble. "Answer me." Her mouth only moves when her bottom lip trembles. Before she can even blink I whip the belt across her inner thigh. Tears spill out of her eyes as the pain and shock fill her. "Answer me or that hit will go on your pussy instead of your thigh." "No! I was just trying to stay alive and-." I raised my arm back and the belt hit hardly on her calf. She jumped in pain, and hung by her wrists, but quickly put her feet down when it became too much to bear on her wrists. "Yes. You do need to be punished. Look how disrespectful and disobedient you are. If I'm going to let you live you need to be a good little girl. I feel like being generous and I've decided you only need 30 lashes." She gasped and sniffled, and it was kind of cute. But I cleared my head. She needed this. She deserved this. Not even for just running. For making me slip up two fucking times while trying to kill her. If I couldn't kill her, I could hurt her. I knew that. "What I whip you with depends on this one question: why should I let you live? Give an answer I like and I'll spank you 30 times and you'll thank me for each one. Give me an answer I don't like and I'll beat you with this belt 30 times. If you don't answer me, I will get my bullwhip, and whip you until there's no more skin on your back to whip. Understand, honey?" She nods her defeated head and I smile. "So, why should I let you live, hmm?" I put my fingers under her hung head on her chin and lift it up delicately. Her eyes are streaming and her hair is in her face. Her nose is red, but she is perfection. She is beautiful. And I can help but run my finger over her bottom lip, and she closes her eyes and takes a long breath out. "You should let me live because I promise I'll do everything you say, and I won't try to run, and I just turned 18 and I don't want to lose a life I never had a chance to experience and... and..." Her eyes pop open and stare into mine and I see the wheels turning in her head trying to come up with anything to help her case. I smirk at her and she pulls her eyebrows together. The belt falls to the floor and she jumps at the sound. I turn her around so her back is towards me, her beautiful ass completely vulnerable for me. "Thank me for each one or else I'll double it and start over again." I run my hand over her ass, and take it off as if I'm going to slap her. She flinches and I laugh. And go back to rubbing it. She sags down in relief, but right as she seems comfortable I smack my hand hardly on her bare ass. She cries out and I rub it, waiting for her to say something. She doesn't and I dig my nails into her flesh to see if her memory can be reached by that. "Thank you," She blurts out, breathing heavily. I rub her again, soothing the sting, making her feel relaxed until I fake her out 3 more times with raising my hand and not doing anything and then finally raining down 5 harsh and hard slaps to her, and she doesn't miss a beat with her thank yous. Good. By the 27th hit, she is breathless, choked with tears, and her ass is red. She gasps out thanks and I rub her rosy cheeks. "Three more beautiful. And don't forget the thank you or I will restart and it will be 60. Now do you want me to keep spanking you, and rubbing you to give you a break, or should I just get it over with?" I ask her. " Get..it... over with." She says through clenched teeth. Serial Lover Ch. 04 "Nah," I grin and hit her harder than ever before and she screams at the shock and pain. "Fuck! Thank you." she angrily says and I chuckle. "Such a pretty thing and such a dirty mouth. I'll have to beat that out of you too then hmm?" She doesn't respond and I stop rubbing and hit her hard, and hold her throat with my other hand. "Thank.. you.." she says through gasps. I bring my hand down her throat to her breasts, down her stomach, and down to her little tufts of hair. I reach my middle finger in her pussy and she melts into me. I laugh right in her ear. I rub her little nub and feel her twitch and then let out a little whine and moan. I step back quickly and then slap her red and bruised ass as hard as I can and she is hanging by her wrists again, the confusion and blow and exhaustion making her legs give up. She sobs and I leave her there. I walk towards the door, take a look back, and she is still hanging, blushing, beaten, and defeated. She is the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen in my life. I shut the door and lock it. I walk into the musky holding chamber and step over her unconscious brother. I walk up to the kitchen, a fill up a glass of water and grab a blanket from the closet. I reach her room again, and open the door. She is still hanging but is awake. Her eyes are glued to the floor. I set the water and blanket on the floor and I release her. She falls on shaky legs, and I grab the water. The cup isn't glass so I hand it to her and she looks up, and greedily grabs it. I am squatting down to her level, and she finishes the full glass in seconds. I wait until she puts it down, then I help her up. She looks hopeful and I grin and shake my head when she looks at the door. "No, kitten, you're not coming with me. You're going to sleep in that little cell over there. Your punishment is not over. I have to make sure you're never going to run away from this house again. Got it?" I stand up and grab keys from my jeans. I unlock the cell, and there is a small dirty cot in there. I throw the small blanket in there, and pick her up and set in her in there. She looks up at me, confused, and breath taking. I slam it shut, lock her in there, and leave the room before I crack and kiss and bite every inch of her and fuck her into oblivion. ************************************************ It's cold and my ass hurts. I whimper uncomfortably as a shift onto my side, and fix the blanket over my freezing feet. But as I do this it comes off my shoulders and it's an everlasting battle. I finally give up and decide movement might make me warm. I stand up in my cell and do a couple jumping jacks, then pushing the mattress to the wall and wrapping the blanket around me. All I wanted to do was sit up but my ass was still stinging. I sat on the cold hard floor and breathed out a sigh of relief. The chill ran through me and made my ass feel better. But then my teeth started chattering. I tried to think of any way out, but quickly remembered that might not be a good idea if I get caught. But then I realize that's exactly what he wants me to remember, that's what that beating was for. And for some reason I want to defy him just to do it. If I wait this out, and get some trust, I could make a break for it, and get out of this place. But where will I go? My family is dead. I have no idea where I am, I have no money to go anywhere. He was obviously stalking us so he knows where I live so I can't go home. The reality of my situation made tears start streaming down my face. I cried until I was shaking and I crawled myself up on the mattress, sniffling as I passed out. I woke up warm, and under covers, on a soft bed with a pleasant scent of coffee filling my nose. Music is playing, and I hear a TV. I smile to myself. It was just a nightmare. My family is alive and I'm home. I open my eyes and my smile fades, because my surroundings are unfamiliar. I am in a queensized bed with a white comforter and red pillows. The room is neat and has a tv hanging on the wall, and a bed side table. I sit up, confused and still naked. Did he move me from the cell? I notice my bladder is about to explode and I stand up. I fast walk to the door and open it, opening up into a closet. My heart stops. The closet is full of knives, guns, crossbows, rope, axes, bats, and boxes. My eyes widen and I reach for a knife without a thought. "What're you doing?" His deep voice booms from the corner and the knife drops on the floor. I jump out of the way, and it barely misses me. He saunters over to me and I think I'm going to explode. I prepare myself for a beating but all he does is put it back. I stare at him confused. "I asked you a question. What are you doing?" "I have to pee," I say quickly. I blush embarrassed but keep quiet. He smiles a gorgeous smile at me and takes my hand. He walks across the room to another door and opens it, revealing the living room and kitchen, with coffee in the pot and the tv on the news. It feels so normal. I see the familiar basement door, and the front door I had ran out of. He leads me to the bathroom and closes the door behind him. I stare at him, signaling to make him go out but he stands still. "I need to pee," I say uncomfortably. "Yes I know. Do your thing," he replied calmly. "Why are you in here then?" I ask, my voice sounding defiant. His mouth twitches quickly but I catch it and I instantly regret it. "The toilets right there. Now you can either listen or you can piss yourself, and with your bad behavior I don't think you deserve a shower for a while," he replies. He pushes himself up on the sink counter. I groan and sit on the toilet, my ass cheeks hurting. I do my thing and then wash my hands, because they are filthy. He hops off and sits me on his couch while he eats and drinks coffee. My stomach grumbles in response. "Are you going to kill me?" I say, breaking the silence. "No," he sips his coffee. "Not yet." "Then when?" I shift uncomfortably. He's acting like this is the most normal conversation in the world. He doesn't respond and changed a few channels until he hits a slasher movie and he grins. I roll my eyes but he catches it. "I could just kill you now if you're going to be unpleasant company." This time I don't reply. He sighs and gets up and leaves the room and I am alone with the movie. The killer is chasing after a girl who keeps falling and her boobs are about to fall out of her shirt. I sigh but he comes back in the room and stands in front of me. "I'll be out for a while. Errands have to be ran. But while I'm gone I don't want you to have any ideas." He touched my neck softly and after he would already be still my body is covered in goosebumps. He pets it a little but then puts a collar around my neck. "It's a shock collar. If you leave this house, it will shock you unconscious. Be a good girl." He kisses my forehead and I pull away. He glares at me and grabs my chin and looks into my eyes. His are beautiful and pierce through me. Before I can look away he lunges in and forces his lips on mine. At first they are rough, and I pull back but he wraps his hand in my hair and pulls. I yelp and he pushes his mouth on mine again, his tongue intruding. I let out a low noise and instantly become embarrassed but I can feel like smile on his lips. He unwraps his hand from my hair as I start to melt into him, and I feel ashamed. Regardless of who he is my body responds and I feel butterflies hit my stomach as he stands me up, grabs my ass and growls loudly. He pushes me away suddenly after a few tense seconds, and grabs some keys. He goes out the door angrily and it slams, and I'm left in the living room, needing and wanting, as the killer on the TV has finally caught the girl and stabbed her in the chest. **************************************************** "So? Are the sinners cleansed?" Jon's deep voice asks me we all sit in our circle, the bonfire blinding me. I look towards my artificial family, smiling and holding my poker face. "Yes. The father bled out, the mother overdosed, and the brother is due any minute now." "Good, good," Jon nodded. He was the leader us. You could say I'm right under him. Jon asks my sisters and brothers more questions about how everything is going in preparation and asks my brother Derek if the whore sacrifice had been found yet. "No, not yet," Derek says irritated, and annoyed. Derek is actually my brother. My little brother, but only by a few years. We are close, and have been in the family since we were born. Since moving from our home in Britain to a small town in Oregon after the government started getting on our trails, we haven't been as close. He's been distant, paranoid, and lethal. I flicker my eyes away from him and listen to everyone chatter as our meeting ends. Some people stay to thank our gods. I shrug off into the cabin. It's a good sized cabin. There's a kitchen, a few rooms, a bathroom, and a small living room. It was our safe haven when we arrived here. Abandoned, but we spruced it up pretty well, and moved our stuff in. It was only until we needed to start sacrificing again when we realized we needed a kill house. I ventured out into the property, abandoned and fully ours, and found the old run down farm, and the house. There was a slaughter house as well. It served as my home now, so visits to the safe haven cabin remind me of my purpose. And that there is a girl alive in my house, when really she should be dead. I break my gaze and I see Derek walking inside. "Can I come over tonight? I'm annoyed with the family and I need a break. Too much stress around the solstice," he says roughly and I smirk but on the inside my insides twist. She's there. But I don't want to miss quality time with my brother who has been distant. "Yeah I guess. Just let me go home and clean up a bit. I've been a little lazy lately. I'll text you, yeah?" Derek nods and I walk past him, out the door. I walk back to the little house quickly, a million things running around in my mind. Kill her, get it over with? No, too much mess to clean in a little time. After about 5 minutes of fast walking I arrive on the property and slam into the house. She's curled up, naked with her collar, watching the same channel I put on earlier. She jumps as I open the door and I go up to her, grab her and raise her on her feet. She starts to babble and I cover my one hand over her mouth and wrap my arm tightly around her waist so she can't move. "Listen to me. We have a guest coming over. And if you meet him, you will die. So I'm going to need you to shut the fuck up, and hide while he stays here. You got that?". She nods her head and I let go of her, but then grab her by the collar and push her in front of me, leading her. I push forward down the basement stairs and around her unconscious brother and down the hallway to the wooden door. "You're going to stay in the room I punished you in, but you're not being punished. If you are loud, are seen, or even attempt escaping you will be punished. I'll bring you more things later." I push her into the small room and she shoots me a terrified stare. I look her in the eyes. "Be a good girl," and I shut it, and lock it. I run up the stairs and tidy up the house just a bit, that way I'm not really lying to my brother and text him to come over. ***************************************** I shiver in the room. It's dark, and there are no windows. I'm reminded of sleeping in here after my punishment and I'm not looking forward to making this my new home for god knows how long. My captor is confusing me. Sometimes he seems human, and affectionate, and calm. But then he snaps into predatory, and angry. But what did I expect from a psychopath. At least he has some human times. I think that's the only reason I'm alive. I feel my way around the room, and I feel the bars to the cell. The door swings freely as I move it, and I blindly feel my way to the cot to sit on. I sink into the cot, and find a comfortable place until I start to slip into a sleepy state... The door jiggling rustles me awake. "Adrian? Why is this locked?" The unknown voice jostles me into consciousness and I freeze. "It's just the other room, you've seen it before. I had them in here and I didn't want any of them to have access to it." Adrian's voice says quickly. The handle stops moving and I breathe out a sigh of relief. He told me earlier that this is not a guest I want to meet. "So what're you gonna do with this one?" The unknown voice says. Who's this one? "He should be a goner any minute now," Adrian replied. Is this one my brother? "Why not just finish the job? You know they don't like the sacrifices to be too beat up." Sacrifices?! "I've been a little busy with...things," Adrian replied, his tone sounding snarky. The other man didn't seem to notice. I heard a few things rustling and I heard a gun click. "I'll just finish it for you." I heard the gunshot go off and my breath caught in my throat. He shot my brother. My brother was still alive? My situation got the best of me and I forgot where I was and I exhaled a loud cry, but then cursed a million times in my head. "Did you hear that? It sounded like... Like a whine," the unknown voice said. "Probably just the house. It's pretty old and loud," Adrian replied smoothly. The voices faded out and I heard them go upstairs. I sobbed until no more tears could come out. I counted the minutes as they passed by out of pure boredom and nothing else to do. There was no way to try to escape, there were two killers in the house, and it was pitch black. I counted 23 minutes until I heard the door jostle and I tried to hide. I looked at the door opening and saw it was just Adrian. I calmed down a little, but was confused because he's a goddamn killer and I shouldn't be comfortable. I put my defensive side on and stayed where I was. He walked in, beautiful and haunting in the barely lit room from light in the hallway, and made his way over to me with a bag over his shoulder. He dropped the bag in front of my legs, dug out candles, and went around the room to light them. In silence he lit up the room fully and I could see it in all it's horror. But at least it was light. I sat on my thighs, avoiding his gaze. "Can I ask you a question?" "What is it?" he replies. "Why haven't you killed me yet? Why are you keeping me alive if it seems like a nuisance to you? " I say quickly to get it out of my mouth before I psyched myself out, my curiosity getting the best of me. He walks over to me, and gets on my level. "Haven't gotten around to it yet. Why, do you want me to kill you right now?" His predatory look makes my stomach drop like I'm on a roller coaster. "No, I just- I just I don't understand you." I reply back quickly but a little too harshly. I brace myself for a blow but nothing comes. All he does is stand back up into his authoritative stance. He doesn't look at me. "Everything you need is in that bag. Be a good girl or I'll use this room for what it's meant for." He walks out of my room. The door clicks and I open the bag. There are granola bars, a few of his t-shirts, 2 water bottles, sweatpants, thick books and a note that says 'use the drain'. I'm confused until I realize that the drain will be my toilet for the next couple of what- hours, days, weeks? How long do I need to make these things last? How long will the dangerous guest be here? ************************************ She is nuzzled into her cot in one of my shirts and my sweatpants. The book is fanned out on the floor. She is sleeping soundly and I see she opened the granola bar. I close the door and lock it. Her question earlier made me mad because I realized I don't even understand myself. My inability to end her fragile life has fucked me up. I actually want to keep her now, and considered it. All I know is that I'm not letting my family get to her, because she is mine. If she can keep quiet and stay alive until the solstice is over, and stays undetected, then maybe I could hide her out somewhere, and she could be mine, and eventually I could finish the job. But her beautiful face clouds my mind and I huff and puff out, sinking into the living room couch and falling asleep to the tv's white noise.