Page 6 of Dead Valentine

With a nonchalant shrug, I say, “Why not? We can box up some dinner here and bring it along. You pick whatever your little heart desires to watch, and I’ll make you this amazing drink I learned about. You don’t even taste the alcohol, so it goes down real smooth.”

Before I’m finished speaking she’s already nodding. “Yeah, I’d love that. My shift will be done at 5, is that okay?”

“Of course it is. I’ll see you at 5.”

I wink and turn away, my fake smile immediately falling. Fucking dumb bitch. I don’t feel sorry for her or any other girl like her. Zero self-preservation. Whatever. More fun for me.

2

My breath fogs around me with every breath. I walk the snow-covered opulent grounds, my boots crunching against the snow beneath me as I make my way to the gazebo. Usually when people imagine these things, they’re supposed to be bright and beautiful. Used for wonderful events like weddings. This one screams death. It’s all black, frozen vines sprawled across it, obscuring the view of what lies inside. I listen closely to see if anyone else is here.

People like to pretend it’s just a place to read or fuck, but the air is tinged with a scent of copper that can never be erased. I love it. I walk up the steps and peek my head in once more, checking to see if I’m alone. I find the space empty and go to the darkest space within, taking a seat on the cold, concrete bench.

I turn my body slightly so my back is facing the entrance and unbuckle my belt. I pop the button of my slacks and shove my hand inside, getting rid of the cup as fast as possible. Shoving my hand back inside, I hiss when my cold fingers touch my hard cock. I circle my thumb around the tip of my cock and smear my pre-cum around. The copper scent that swirlsaround me helps me imagine the slick feel of my pre-cum is actually blood that I’m using as lube.

I picture myself surrounded by bodies to play with. Fresh kills I’ve gifted myself and the chilled ones that I get to see when we work in the morgue. I stroke the length of my cock, slow at first. My pace increases the more I imagine touching each body. Playing. With their skin, their blood, their internal organs. Anything I can get my hands on. I want to feel it all. If I’d fit, I’d shove my entire body inside them. The only form of close intimacy I think I could handle. I grit my teeth as I feel the familiar tingle up my spine. Yes. Just like that. So close. I stroke faster and faster, roaring in frustration as the images fade away. No. No. No.

“FUCK!” My chest heaves with my heavy breaths and I pull my hand from my pants, pushing my hair back. I glare around the space, making sure I wasn’t caught. Being caught is bad enough, but caught not being able to fucking finish, far more embarrassing. I shove my cup back in place and fix my pants. I zip up my coat and walk out of the gazebo, slightly stumbling when I see a few students headed this way.

“Hey man, you good? Heard you shout in there.”

I wave off his concern and give a fake laugh. “Note to self. Don’t listen to someone when they tell you to try closing your eyes and pacing while trying to recall facts for tests. Never again. Slammed my damn knee right into those fucking seats.”

The guy grimaces, “Yikes.”

I nod and shove my hands in my pockets. “Yeah. Well I should be going now. Have to go meet someone. Have a good one.”

I give a half-wave and walk away. I pull back the sleeve of my coat and check my watch. Shit. Not enough time to shower. Fuck it. I walk back to the cafeteria and take the seat closest to the register, dropping my messenger bag on the table. I open the flap and reach inside for my textbook, pausing. Decisions, decisions. I hear edging can be fun. Nobody will suspect a thing, they’ll all believe I’m studying. I open the textbook to the first chapter we’re supposed to study. The words blend together and I find myself drawn to the diagram of the stomach. I caress the ends of the esophagus and move down to the duodenum. My cock twitches behind the cup as I imagine how it would feel. Organs seem malleable enough, I think I could pull it off with either end. My cock throbs as I picture sliding inside the organ. My thoughts are broken by the sound of a chair scraping and the tell-tale scent of flowers. I look up and see Cara smiling at me. I can feel the furrow in my brows and the glare in her direction and quickly change it to a bright smile, widening my eyes.

“Cara! Hi.”

A blush stains her cheeks and she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “Hi, Corbin.” She lifts a plastic bag with containers of food, slightly shaking it. “Are you ready?”

I stand from my seat, slowly pushing the chair in and sliding my bag over my shoulder. With slow, calculated steps I walk up to her. I put one hand on the table in front of her and the other on the back of her chair, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

“The better question is, are you ready, sweetheart?” I notice her shiver and smirk.

“Y-yes. I’m ready,” she stammers.

I stand up straight and put my hand out. She takes it and I suppress my look of disgust at the warmth of her hand. I limply hold the clammy thing and pull her in the direction of my dorm. The excitement of where tonight will lead has me practically dragging her there. She giggles the whole way, not realizing how fucked things are about to get for her. Stupid girl. I pull my keys out and unlock my door. I push it open and stand aside, “After you.”

She giggles again, the sound probably melodic to others, but it grates on my nerves. I want her silence. I close my door and lock it, walking over to my closet. I point inside to the mass amount of bottles in the top shelf.

“Do you have a favorite? Or did you still want to try that drink that doesn’t taste like alcohol or burn?”

She nods enthusiastically. “That one! I really want to try that one, please.” I pull down the bottle of ready to drink Long Island iced tea. I bring it over to my desk and then kneel down in front of my mini fridge. I open it and grab a frosted cup from the small freezer shelf at the top. I pull out my small ice tray and pop in a few of my special ice cubes. Half of the cubes have half a pill of Rohypnol in them, the other half are regular cubes. It took far too much trial and error until I discovered the perfect way to make it work. Never try to add the pill before freezing the water. I learned you have to make the ice first, then scrape and dig an area big enough to push the contents of the pill inside. I pour the mix in and swirl it around. I pour the mix in a cup of my own and lift the glasses.

“I’m just going to pop these in the fridge for a little longer. Really give that mix a chance to chill.”

She sits on the edge of my bed, with her arms behind her so her tits stick out further, and she’s kicking her legs. I watch as her uniform skirt rides up higher on her thighs with every kick.

“Oh perfect. Thank you, Corbin.”

I look up at her face and wink. “Of course, sweetheart. Do you want to pick out a movie now? I’ll get the food all set up and by the time it’s ready the drinks should be chilled enough.”

“Yeah. Where are your movies?”

I point to the cabinets in my TV stand. “Right inside those cupboards. Pick anything you want.”

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