Page 10 of Dead Valentine

“Oh, I’ll finish it alright. Everyone is going to see what kind of freak you are. You call me out for what I enjoy, but wait til everyone sees the shit you’re into.”

I lift a brow at his threat and cross my arms. “Oh, do tell, Colson. What is it that you know?”

He pulls out his phone and flips it open. The light illuminates his face and he’s now smiling, with his own tears starting to freeze to his cheeks like Cara. He points the phone in my direction and then towards Cara as he walks over to her.

“Everyone will see what a freak you are.”

He stands behind her and kicks the chair out from under her. A shocked scream is cut off by a crack echoing in the small space. Her neck snaps like a fucking twig, her eyes roll back and you can faintly hear ragged gasps leaving her mouth. I can’t tell if her body is twitching or if it’s just the way her weight causes her to sway around on the rope. Fuck, she’s beautiful.

“Ungh, fuck.” Oh god, I’m cumming. Shit, I didn’t wear my cup. I drop to my knees as the euphoric feeling washes over me.

“Holy shit, I knew you were a fucking freak! What the fuck, Corbin?”

My head shoots up in Colson’s direction as he stands closer with his phone pointed in my direction. I narrow my eyes in his direction and he laughs in response.

“Everyone is going to see that THE Corbin Moriarty gets off on seeing dead bitches.”

I stand up and brush off my pants, noticing the cold wetness of my cum started to freeze in my pants. Fuck, that is uncomfortable. “Yet again, your plan is failing, Colson Winslow. You’re planning to use this video against me. For starters, have you seen the quality of pictures and videos on our phones? Especially in the dark. All you have is a dark andgrainy shot, more shadows than anything. Second of all, you may have said my name in the video to try and point out that it’s me, but don’t forget. I have said your name as well.

Not only that, but if there’s even a shot in hell of anyone being able to see anything in that video, they’re going to witness you murdering Cara. What will Emersyn think? Hmm? You’re dead set on ruining me, but poor, pitiful, Colson. It will be me that ruins you if you don’t tuck tail and run. Stay the fuck away from me. Out of my life, or I will implode your entire existence. Emersyn will be the first to know how much you love underage girls. How do you think that will make her feel? She certainly would never procreate with you. Emersyn is too fucking pure. She’d never allow herself to have your child and risk their safety around someone like you. And then, I’ll tell her how you were so jealous of me and my life, that you came up with a plan to ruin me.

I can act far better than you can, Colson. I’ll put on the water works and tell her that you killed my beloved Cara to break my heart. There’s a lot of shit this school sweeps under the rug and turns a blind eye to, but do you think they will when it comes to your preferences? I can’t even say you’re a pedophile. You’re more like an equal opportunist. Any of them will do, right? I mean, you’re with Emersyn, but you look at teens, pre-teens… little girls.”

“I DO NOT! THAT’S FUCKING DISGUSTING, CORBIN! YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH!”

“Like I said. Your emotions will fuck you over every time. Such a visceral reaction to what I said. Seems more like an overreaction there, Colson. Maybe because I’m right. And you are oh so very wrong.”

I step closer to him and snatch his phone. He stumbles forward and shakes his arms in my direction trying to get it back. I grab his shirt and twist it in my grasp as I push him against the wall of the gazebo. He starts scratching at my hands and gasping for air.

“Settle down.” He drops his hands and his eyes widen in fear. I loosen my grip as he trembles before me.

Pointing the phone in his face, I continue. “Tell me, Colson. Did Mommy and all her little friends play with you when you were little? Is that why you like them young, too?”

His eyes water instantly. “Shut up! You don’t know what you’re talking about! My mother loves me!”

“Mommy loved you a little too much.” I pat his cheek twice, the second one more like a slap. Snapping his phone shut, I shove it in his pocket. “Remember what I said, Colson. Do. Not. Fuck. With. Me. I will fucking end you. Now, leave!”

He shoves past me, muttering a tearful, “I hate you, Corbin,” as he runs out of the gazebo.

Walking over to Cara, I lean forward to press my face against her clothed pussy. The fabric is wet and I inhale deeply. I flinch back, cringing at the stench of urine and defecation. Rookie mistake on my part. “I’ll be seeing you soon, sweetheart.”

6

February 14, 2001

While walking to the cafeteria, I feel refreshed from the best sleep I’ve had in awhile. The hushed whispers of Cara’s death fill the halls, and I can barely stifle the pep in my step. My hands shoved in my slacks while I wait in line to get breakfast and coffee. I act oblivious to the news and add food to my tray. My eyes roll in exasperation when I see what they’ve done to the food to showcase the holiday. I grab a pink heart-shaped bagel and a few packets of cream cheese, making my way to the register. I notice the new guy who’s taking over for Cara.

His bleach blonde hair is slicked back and he has a diamond stud in his left ear. He looks up and blushes when he sees me. Interesting. He would only be my type if he was dead, but I could make this work. Is flirting with men the same as a woman? Hmm. I look at his name tag and then smile at him.

“Hi, Turner. Could I get an extra-large black coffee, please?” He returns my smile, even his fucking teeth are bleached.

“Hiya, handsome. One extra large black coffee coming right up.” I watch as he pours my coffee in a cup that looks like hearts vomited all over it, and puts the pink lid on. Grabbing a marker, he writes on the cup with a smile on his face. He spins the cup so the writing is facing me and I read it.Gazebo in 10? <3

Well, shit, I didn’t have to do a fucking thing. I look up at him, schooling my stunned expression and smirk. His smile grows as I nod and turn away with my coffee and tray. Taking a seat at a table, I bite into my bagel and sip my coffee, occasionally looking in his direction. I was looking forward to taking him to my dorm and playing like I did with Cara, but the gazebo is fucking perfect.

My cock twitches, remembering the night before. I grimace at the feel of my athletic cup pressing against my growing cock. I hope the gazebo isn’t closed off. If it is, then my dorm is always a back-up plan that I’m more than willing to go with. It’s not like Cara can give him a heads up to stay away now. I guess I can thank Colson for that.

I take a big bite of my bagel, and shake my head. No, fuck that, I’m not thanking that sniveling twit. I stand and discard my remaining bagel and coffee cup into the trash before heading towards the gazebo. Stepping outside, I soak in the small rays of sun peeking through the clouds. I shove my freezing hands in my pockets and walk through the light dusting of snow.

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