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It’s an act. He’s not wrong, and that makes my stomach churn. I don’twantto find any truth to his words because that meansI’mequally as fucked up as him. There can’t be truth to what he says.
“At least Jonah had enough sense to leave me the fuck alone when I wanted to be left alone. He wasn’tcrazy.”
“Crazy?” Rhett bursts out laughing, holding his hand to his stomach like he’s actually amused. “You want crazy? I canshowyou crazy.”
He ascends the rest of the steps, taking them two at a time, and I back into the door as he approaches, but he walks by me, heading straight to Jonah’s head. Plucking it off the chair, he turns to look at me, a deranged twinkle in his dark eyes.
“I’ll show you crazy,” he repeats, slightly more unhinged this time.
He’s falling apart before me, losing himself in the madness of his sick obsession. I’m terrified, but I can’t allow myself to unravel with him, not when my life depends on it.
Rhett turns away again, walking toward the edge of my porch. I take the opportunity to squat to the ground, reaching for my keys. I wrap my entire hand around them before picking them up, not giving them any space to jingle. They’re silent as I jerk my body upright, bringing them with me. I quickly throw my hand behind my back and begin fumbling through them for the right key.
My head jerks back in Rhett’s direction when he rotates toward me. “Thisis crazy,” he blurts, holding Jonah’s head between his hands. Coagulated blood and torn chunks of flesh drop from the base of Jonah’s head, littering my porch as they hit the wood. Rhett reaches for his pocket, pulling out a knife and flipping it open. The click makes my body jolt, reminding me of how he slid it along my skin no more than an hour ago.
I continue feeling my way across the surface of each key behind my back, holding them tightly to keep them silent. Shakily, I find the right key and position it in my hand to fit the lock. Jabbing at it, it takes me a few seconds before it slides into the hole.
All I need to do is twist and I’m in.
Rhett holds the blade to Jonah’s head, rotating him in one hand until he’s in the right position. The knife slices through Jonah’s ear like it’s soft butter, gliding with no resistance. The ear hits my porch with a soft thud, and then Rhett cuts off the other. Reaching down, Rhett pulls both ears from the wood, making eye contact with me briefly before running them over Jonah’s mutilated mouth, pushing them inside. Rhett makes a gurgling, gagging sound as he pretends to fuck Jonah’s mouth with his ears.
As much as I hate to see Jonah dead, I’m actually glad he can’t feel this right now. He can’t experience the monster as he plays with his food.
“You like that, Jonah?” Rhett asks, grinning from ear to ear as he fills Jonah’s mouth.
My eyes snag on the growing erection in Rhett’s pants. He’s rock hard, getting off to the stiff flesh between his fingers.
I groan internally. This issofucked.
“Take, take, take.”Rhett mocks Jonah, thrusting his fingers to the back of his throat. “That’s all you ever did, wasn’t it?”
Rhett’s movements become more erratic and unpredictable.Harder. He runs his blade down the center of Jonah’s face, opening the flesh like he’s skinning an animal. Almost all of his blood has already drained out the base of his head, and what hasn’t is coagulated by now, but there’s enough still trapped within his skin to make my stomach flip as Rhett cuts. Pushing a finger between the open layers, Rhett runs it through the thickened blood, coating it completely.
He doesn’t turn to look at me as he whispers, “You want Jonah to fuck you one last time, little nightmare?”
My blood runs cold, draining from my face and sending chills down my spine.
I hear Rhett’s zipper come undone, and I can tell he’s freeing his cock from his pants. Running his finger through Jonah’s blood once more, he covers it in a thick layer, and then his hand disappears to where I know his cock is hard and waiting. Rhett groans, letting his head fall back as he strokes himself.
Turning the key in my hand, the door clicks when the lock lets go. Rhett hears it, immediately snapping toward me and dropping Jonah. He lunges, but I’m already moving. The door pops open, and I’m through before I’ve even let myself breathe. I press my hands on it, shoving with as much force as I can muster.
But he’s too fast.
He’s there in a heartbeat, wedging his combat boot between the door and the frame to stop it from shutting. I slam the entirety of my body weight into it, but it’s fucking useless. I stumble backwards as he forces it open. Rhett bursts through the door easily, shutting it behind him before anyone can hear my screams for help.
His cock is out, fully erect and smothered in Jonah’s blood as he locks the door behind his back.
I cry out, begging for my life as I turn and run toward the kitchen. My feet pound against the wooden floor, and each step feels like it’s in slow motion. Like I can’t run fast enough, no matter how hard I push myself. Rounding the corner to the kitchen, Rhett is trailing me closely. I make it to the knives, pulling the biggest one from the block before turning toward him, freezing the monster in his tracks. Clutching it with both hands, I shake as my lower back hits the counter behind me.
“Take another step toward me and I’ll fucking gut you,” I threaten, my voice more unstable than I want it to be when I’m threatening a predator, but I can’t help it. “I’m not dying tonight.”
A low, deep chuckle rises in his throat, and he smiles like I’ve just cracked the funniest joke he’s ever heard. “Little nightmare,” he pants between breaths. “If I wanted you dead, you’d already be dead. You’re mine, Cara, and I take careof what’smine. Like I just took care of you in that cornfield. Then again in the fucking pumpkin patch. Did my gift not show you how far I’m willing to go to take care of what is mine? What belongs to me? Because right now, that look in your eyes is telling me you need me to remind you how well you take my cock.”
Glancing down, my eyes land on the blood coating his hard length. My lips twitch as my mouth waters, a traitorous reactionmy body is giving him. My heart is pounding through my chest, but I can’t help but feel the pulsing between my thighs return as I take him in.
Rhett’s mouth twists upward as he watches me, observing the reaction my body is having to him. He doesn’t need me to speak to know what I’m thinking. My body tells him more than enough.
He’s probably right. If he wanted me dead, he would have killed me in the pumpkin patch. No one would have heard me. They wouldn’t have found my body until tomorrow morning when the farmer goes out to clean up the rotting pumpkins and vines.
