Page 7 of Burn Me Down

Grabbing the large mirror above the sink, I yanked it off the wall, lifted it over my head, and prepared to smash it. But the image of Dora in this bathroom, looking at herself in this mirror, stopped me. She hadn’t put great value on material things but loved this house and the memories made here. I couldn’t do it. Hands shaking, I hung the mirror back up and noted that I would have to fix the bit of drywall that had torn away.

You’re weak, Derek. An evil cackle that was so much like my father’s echoed in my mind. Kill her or don’t kill her. Fuck her, or don’t fuck her. It doesn’t matter but don’t lie to yourself. I will call you out on your bullshit.

“Why can’t you just fucking go away and leave me alone,” I asked, but of course no answer came to that question. I glared at my reflection and turned my head to see the scar running down the side of my cheek. “You’re right. She would never want me even if I hadn’t captured her. So I guess I’ll stick to the plan.”

Again, the voice didn’t bother to reply, which pissed me off just as much as when it randomly spoke. Stripping off my hoodie, I glanced around like someone was actually going to see me before putting it to my nose and breathing in. The remaining scent of smoke from killing the asshole who slapped Beck was still hanging on but layered on top of that like a delicious cake was Beck’s sweet scent. She reminded me of fall and baked goods. It hit me as I pictured her baking that she smelled like sugar cookies. My favorite. The two conflicting scents together were intoxicating, and my throbbing cock demanded attention.

Closing my eyes, I leaned my hand on the counter and continued to draw deep breaths as my body shook from the intense pleasure that was like a warm whirlpool drawing me down into dark depths that would eventually kill me. The fire would take my soul, and the undeniably sexy woman out in the garage was going to break me. I could feel it. I shouldn’t have taken her. From the moment I laid eyes on Beck, I had seen her face in crowds, when she wasn’t even there, and my heart thumped harder. The stupid organ thought we could be happy, and like a hormonal teen who thinks they know it all, it wouldn’t listen to reason.

It took all the willpower I could muster to pull the hoodie away from my face and set it aside. I knew that I’d be sleeping with it tonight.

“Fuck.” I groaned as my muscles flexed with need. I needed to get under the cold spray and cool off. It was almost unbearable as sweat trickled down my back, and my cock throbbed in time to my heartbeat. I whipped off my black T-shirt and socks and stepped into the shower under the ice-cold spray, jerking as the water hit my heated skin. But it did nothing to stop the aching need that was getting worse.

You’re weak.

“This is how you want to punish me now?” With a roar, I slammed my fist into my cock and dropped to my knees like a stone, but the pain didn’t subside. The raw desire and voice yelling that I would cave was like a loudspeaker blaring inside of my head on repeat.

“Ah!” I hit myself again and again. Rolling around inside the confined space of the pink porcelain tub, I battled. I wasn’t even sure who the enemy was anymore, and yet my cock stayed hard. “Why won’t you just lay down,” I panted as the water from the shower assaulted my face.

“You’re right. I’m weak,” I said to the empty bathroom, unzipping my jeans and pulling out my battered cock. The moment my hand wrapped around my shaft, all I could picture was Beck’s pretty face and how her dark hair fell around her shoulders, how her nose scrunched up when she laughed, and how her grey eyes smiled when she spoke. Then I remembered her scream and the sound of that man’s hand hitting her across the face, and the rage that had consumed me in that alley did so again now.

My hand squeezed my cock hard, the pain only adding to the pleasure. He would’ve screamed if I hadn’t taped his mouth shut. His terrified eyes made me smile and the pain filled screeching was still loud and my body shivered as I watched him writhing inside the rolled-up carpet. My beautiful pet slowly cooked him like a pig in a blanket.

I didn’t have time to enjoy the kill the way I craved. The moment I knew he was dead, I left to steal Beck from her home and officially start the next phase of my torture. The images of him squirming around in that tattered and piss-laden rug were something I would cherish. No one hurt Beck. She was my Cookie.

My hand stroked faster as I closed my eyes, and my mind conjured the feel of her soft skin. How my fingertips had brushed along her cheek and moved the waves of hair off of her face as I placed her unconscious body on the bed. She was so close now. No more sneaking around and following her to get a glance. I could watch her all day.

I wanted to know what she looked like, furious with me, and if her eyes would darken when desire ignited between her thighs. I would taste her. I needed her to scream at least once in pleasure as she came on my tongue.

Wrapping both hands around my cock I pumped my hips up hard. I felt rabid, and I growled, my lips pulling back like a wild dog as I imagined what sex would feel like for the first time. What would it be like to bury my cock into the wet heat of a woman and have her scream my name? No, not just any woman. It had to be my Cookie. She was the only one I dreamed about.

“Fuck,” I groaned. My balls pulled up tight as the orgasm built.

I’d sat beside her bed every night and watched her sleep. I knew every sound she made, including the whimpers that left her lips as she fingered her pussy. I’d seen it all and relived every second. In each of those moments, I claimed her a little more. It was all fantasy, one made up in my damaged mind, but it felt real, and I basked in the sensual illusion. All too soon, she would die, and like a terrible magic trick, she would be gone, but for now, she was only a few feet away.

I wanted to be the soft pajamas she was wearing and brush against her hard nipples.

My arms strained as I pictured running my tongue down her body and sucking on all her sensitive spots as she gripped my hair and begged me to continue.

“Oh fuck, yes. I’m going to come,” I yelled as the climax gripped my body and cut off my ability to breathe. It was as if the world froze in place as those first shots of release landed on my chest. Sucking in a shuddering breath, my hands tripled the pace. “Fuck Cookie, yes fuck me harder,” I cried as I jerked on my aching cock.

As the last drops fell, I flopped down in the small tub, with one leg hanging over the side, and felt a semblance of calm for the first time in years. The cold water rained down, but nothing could stop the smile that tugged at the corner of my mouth as the image of Cookie tucking herself into my body danced before my eyes.

Our fate was sealed. Before she died, I needed to taste her sweetness and make her mine at least once.

Rebecca

The splitting pain in my head was like the worst migraine I’d ever experienced, times a hundred. Not wanting to be outdone, my stomach rolled, and I groaned as I tried to remember where I’d partied to feel this bad. The memory of the man in my bedroom snapped into place behind my eyes, and my heart leaped. Jumping from the bed, I regretted it instantly and slammed into the wall as I grabbed my head. There was no wall this close to my bed. I opened one eye and didn’t recognize where I was. The spinning didn’t help, but this was not someplace I’d ever been.

My stomach flipped again, and this time, I grabbed the wastebasket by my foot and threw up. Tears flowed down my cheeks in streams as I leaned against the wall and allowed myself to slide down to my ass. I hated being sick. Cleaning up after sick people was the one duty at the hospital I hated with a passion and avoided as much as possible. I would trade diarrhea and blood duty to stay away from puke.

Coughing, I continued to gag even though I was down to dry heaves and eventually slumped, panting against the wall. That meal was twice as bad the second time around. What the hell was going on? Was this some sick joke? Was Vi’s fear right, and Derek had me, or was this some other crazy person? Had Kent gotten away from the shadow man and taken me for revenge? I didn’t think it was the last one. The person who had lifted me off the floor was far taller and more muscular than Kent could ever hope to be on his best day. If it was some other random crazy person, then I apparently attracted all the asshole categories, and if it was Derek, then I was terrified to find out what he had planned. Fuck you Vi and your, I have a bad feeling.

My head lolled to the side and took in the small space that looked like my first dorm room at university. The bed was a double and the biggest thing in here. A bottle of water stood on the nightstand, and a small desk had pads of paper and what looked to be a box of crayons. There was a small bar fridge with a basket on top that looked like it had food. The room was painted in my favorite colors, and at a closer glance, I realized the blankets on the bed were either mine or identical.

Fear sizzled down my spine, and I jumped to my feet. My heart was so loud I could hear it pounding along with the migraine like they’d decided to be part of a band together. There was a single door, and despite knowing the chances of it being unlocked were zero to none, I had to try. Walking across the small room, I gripped the handle, and it didn’t budge. I’d seen too many scary movies to bang on the door. That was shit amateurs did. Okay, I was still an amateur. It wasn’t like I was kidnapped every day or was part of the CIA, but I needed to be smart.

The single window had bars on the inside and outside, so there was no way I was getting out that way. It was dark out, but at this point, I had no idea how long I’d been unconscious. Was it a few hours or a few days? Panic was starting to set in. I was trapped like a rat and suddenly had a whole knew appreciation for the stress of animals in pet stores.