Page 35 of All Your Pain

“Willow, if someone hurt you I need to know.”

“So you can kill them?” She snaps her head to the side and I let her go.

“Just tell me,” I say more softly this time.

She sighs and purses her lips but then she finally says, “my dad kept me locked in my room most of my life. When I wasn’t at school or keeping up appearances for him I wasn’t allowed to leave.”

And I’m doing the same to her now. I should feel bad but I can’t, not when it means I get to have her. No matter how wrong it is, I'd do anything to keep her as mine.

What I do feel is pure bloodthirsty rage.

“Why? Did he hurt you?”

She shakes her head. “No, he just said awful things and…and sometimes he forgot about me. I’d go days without seeing him or anyoneelse, I’d be lucky if he remembered to give me food some days.”

My jaw clicks as my teeth grind together. I know what I have to do. This man needs to be taught a lesson. One he’ll be sure to take to the grave.

“I know that look, Dean. You can’t do anything. I made sure he wouldn’t be able to find me. Can we please just watch the movie?” Keeping her head down, Willow tucks into my side and I lift my arm over her shoulders.

I want to press her for more information but there's no way I’m interrupting her cuddling into me like this. Some of my rage subsides but the need to hurt someone still scratches at the surface.

I knew this movie was a good idea. Willow’s already screamed three times and is practically sitting on my lap. “You might want to cover your eyes for the next part,” I warn her and she presses her face into my shoulder just before someone loses their entrails on the screen.

Her hair smells so good, like lavender, just how I like it. I wasn’t sure if she’d like the new products I bought but she’s used them without complaint and her hair really has come back to life, just like the rest of her. She’s so vibrant, like my own personal sunshine.

“How can you watch these things?” Willow says, muffled against my shoulder, then her little face pokes up to look at me. “Oh, never mind. This is probably boring for you, like watching someone else do your job.”

“Little kitten, I’m not a masked serial killer that terrorizes teenagers.” I turn my nose up at the thought. I’m brutal in my kills but I do it for money not because I’m crazy.

“How did you even get into it? Killing people. It’s hardly something you see advertised.”

“Someone I used to know gave me a job and it just sort of went from there.” I know I'm being vague but I don’t see how her knowing the gritty details of my upbringing and how I discovered I felt nothing but happiness after my first kill will do any good.

“And you enjoy it?” she asks, unable to look me in the eye as the words leave her lips.

I consider my answer before saying anything. Eventually, I settle on the truth. “Yes.” I’m worried if she asks anything else we’ll lose all the progress we’ve made tonight. I’ll have to either lie to her or she’ll look at me like I’m a monster.

“That’s enough questions for now. You’re missing the good bit.” I point to the screen.

“There are good bits in this movie?”

“Ouch,” I say, pretending to be offended. She laughs behind her hand then squeals as I drag her onto my lap so she’s facing the tv and I spread her legs with my own. This time when I grab her I’m careful to avoid her cuts.

Before she can say anything, I slip my hand down between her thighs.

Fuck me.

I didn’t actually expect her to be wet.

I’ve never been so glad to deny her underwear than I am at this moment. I wish I could see how she looks, stretched so far open on me like this.

She tenses as I swirl my fingers around in her wetness.

“Anything you want to say, little kitten?”

She shakes her head but her hands grip onto my outer thighs rather than trying to pull my hand away. I happily accept the invitation and push one finger inside her. She’s a quivering wet mess and only gets hotter and wetter the more I fuck her with myfinger. I add a second, then a third until she’s stretched around me.

My cock’s twitching imagining it’s inside her in my fingers place but it’ll have to wait. I want this to be about her pleasure. It's what she needs and I'm sure as fuck ready to give her that.

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