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“Poor, poor little Gwen,” he taunts, tsking. “This isn’t the only path you can take, but it’s the one you chose, anyway. You’re just like him.” He rips open his shirt, revealing split flesh. Gaping wounds that relentlessly pour blood, soaking the grimy floor. “Just like your father.”
I feel my rage rising, and I take a step forward. “No,” I say firmly. “I am nothing like him. I willneverbe anything like him.”
He cackles maniacally as I grip the knife, waving it at him. “So this is how it ends, huh? You really are your father’s daughter.”
I clap my hands over my ears. “Shut up!”
“He ruined your life,” he says, leaning closer. “And now you seek some warped version of redemption in the form of bloodshed. Just. Like.Him.”
“Shut up, shut up. Shut up!” I shriek and lunge at him, swiping the knife in a wild arc of fury, and drive it into his chest. It hits the mark, and my stepfather crumples to the floor like a ragdoll. The room is silent as he heaves his last gasps. I stare at him blankly, too shocked to weep as I find myself on the floor.
Someone places a hand on my shoulder, snapping me out of my hallucination. I look up to see my killer, and something inside of me shifts.
“I can’t do this,” I say simply.
He squeezes my shoulder, digging his fingers into my skin. “Gwen,” he breathes, his patience thinning.
Emphatically, I shake my head. “I’m not a murderer. My father and I are not alike. I can’t do this. Please …”
He snatches my arm and harshly tugs me up. “I thought you wanted to prove your loyalty,” he growls.
My eyes blaze as I forcefully remove my arm from his grasp. “I can prove my loyalty without killing anyone,” I insist, pushing the knife into his gloved hand. I feel him staring at me from behind the mask, assessing me coldly as I add, “I can’t go through with this!”
Tension thickens the air, and he gazes at me for a long moment. Finally, he takes a deep breath and speaks. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want. I won’t make you—but know this. If you walk away now, there will be no turning back. You’d better be prepared for the consequences.”
I have no time to consider his words when Colton grunts, “Crazy bitch.”
In one swift motion, my killer plunges the blade into Colton’s heart. Colton takes a shuddering breath, his eyes frozen in fear as his life ebbs away. “Fucking piece of shit.” He retracts the knife. “Shut up and die already.” He then slits his throat and turns to me, leaving Colton to choke on his own blood.
I gasp, a wave of nausea washing over me. But I quickly restrain my revulsion as I watch him wipe the blade clean with cold, robotic detachment. I can only stand there, shock seeping into every muscle until I feel nothing. It isn’t until he trains his gaze on me that I spring for the door.
Unfortunately, he’s faster than me and reaches it first.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He waves the knife at me like he’s scolding me. “Stay right there, if you know what’s good for you. We still have some unfinished business.”
My heart hammers against my ribs, suddenly very aware of just how much trouble I’m truly in. Colton is dead. Is that how it’s going to end for me, too?
He grabs my arm and forces me back to the table, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. He sweeps an arm across the table, making the objects go flying. Panic slams into me like a freight train as I’m tossed on top of the table. I’m paralyzed with fear, my mind unable to comprehend what is happening.
A shiver runs through me as his fingers inch up my leg before pulling out a length of rope from somewhere. “What are you doing?” I croak out in a strangled voice.
He doesn’t answer me. Instead, he wrenches my wrists behind my back and ties me up, securing the rope tightly. When he’s finished, I finally find the words to plead with him. “Please. Just let me go.”
He steps closer, and I feel the anger radiating off him like an inferno. My throat tightens as he leans in close, his words barely more than a whisper. “I’ll draw out your inner darkness soon enough.” He tugs down my jeans and panties, discarding them elsewhere, and frees himself from his pants. “And if it takes breaking you entirely apart to put you back together again how you’re meant to be”—he slides inside of me, making me moan from the stretch—“then so be it.”
My pussy wraps tightly around him as he pushes deeper, groaning in my ear. “Fuck,” I moan, my body quaking as I succumb to the thrill of feeling him bare for the first time.
He stills, his breathing ragged; it seems he’s just as equally affected. Grabbing my hips firmly, he starts thrusting. I feel every inch of him. I match his rhythm, allowing myself to get lost in the moment, and drop my head back in pleasure.
He snatches my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Don’t look away,” he growls through clenched teeth.
I can feel his intense gaze behind the mask. The tension between us is palpable, and I feel myself melting into him. He pulls up my sweater, watching as my breasts bounce out of it. I whimper as he twists my nipple, my pussy tightening on his cock.
“You like this, don’t you? You like fucking a murderer.”
I bite my lip, suppressing a moan. “No.”Yes!
“Are you sure?” He tugs my other nipple. “You’re so wet for me.”
