Page 15 of Beneath Her Skin

As I approach Roy, a wicked smile spreads across my face, mirroring the excitement and anticipation that dances in my eyes. His trembling body betrays his futile attempts to conceal his fear. The dilapidated house provides the perfect backdrop for our twisted game of cat and mouse.

“You thought you could outsmart me, Roy,” I taunt, my voice dripping with a dark satisfaction. “But the cat always catches its prey.”

It’s now that he begins to panic, realizing this isn’t just a twisted game leading up to some kinky, dirty fucking. Roy’s eyes dart around the room, searching for an escape that he knows does not exist. The realization of his impending doom settles heavily upon him, and his voice quivers as he pleads, “Please, let me go. I—I have a wife and a kid.”

But I am deaf to his pleas, fueled solely by the desire for vengeance. The time to give mercy has long passed. I take a deliberate step forward, my gaze unwavering, locking onto his terrified eyes. The room seems to shrink, the air thick with tension, as I relish in the power I hold over him.

In a soft, menacing whisper, the voice reverberates within my ears, reminding me of my purpose. “A wife that you beat? Thatyou rape because I’m sure that’s the only way you fuck her. I’d bet she would rather die than have your disgusting cock inside of her. Why would you think that would stop me? If anything, I want to skin you alive so they can be rid of you. For good.”

“What should we do to him first?”

“First things first." I lunge forward and push Roy to the ground. The sound of his pathetic groans as he hits the ground with a thud makes me roll my eyes.Bitch.I swing my leg back and propel it forward, connecting with the side of his head. Knocking him out cold. “One blow to the head and he’s out like a light.” I crouch down next to his body, examining him. “What a pretty piece of shit he is. What a fucking waste.”

“We aren’t fucking him, right? Because if you’re considering it... I’m going to have to start questioning things.”

Definitely not.

“Just making sure.”

With some rope, I tie Roy up to one of the chairs and start searching around the dilapidated house for things I can use to make sure he suffers every moment I have him. I want every second he breathes to be complete agony. So he knows only a fraction of the pain his wife and child have suffered. I can only imagine the pain she carries and the secrets she’s had to hide. The lies she’s had to tell to protect him.

That ends now. No more lies to protect him.

The house doesn’t have much to offer, as I expected. But I did find a beer bottle, broken glass, and an old wooden baseball bat.“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Obviously.

“Let’s get this party started! If we get things taken care of, maybe we can still fuck someone halfway decent tonight.”

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The sharp sound of my hand connecting with his face in the still silence of the house sends tingles down my spine.It’s time.“Wake up, you little bitch.” I slap him again, a little harder this time, and his head snaps to the side. Roy’s face turns into a grimace, his eyes flutter open and he blinks a few times, taking in his surroundings.

I crouch on the floor in front of him. “Wakey, Wakey,” I waggle my fingers at him playfully in a wave. “Did you have a nice nap? I hope you’re well rested because this is where the fun starts.”

“Pu—Please, let me go. I swear I’ll never touch her again. She can divorce me, and that will be it. She can take the kid, the house, whatever. Just let me go.” His body starts to tremble with sobs, his head dropping, and he finally notices he isn't wearing any clothes. "Why... Why am I naked?”

“God, he’s fucking dumb. Why am I naked?”The voice mocks, and it makes me laugh out loud.

“Because we’re going to have a little fun, Mousey." I stand and circle around him, flicking my knife open and holding it under his chin. Slowly, I tilt his chin up with the blade. “Don’tyou still want to play with me, Mousey? We could haveso much fun. But you’re going to be the only one getting fucked tonight.”

“Please…Please…” he whimpers, snot running down his face. “I sw—I swear I won’t hurt her anymore.”Empty promises.He broke that woman’s spirit, her mind, and her body. The only thing I will accept in return is blood.

His blood.

Blood doesn’t cure the broken mind, but it can help start the healing. Knowing that he’s dead and never coming back will be a comfort to her and the boy.

Covering the floor, the walls, and my blade.

“It will be such a pretty sight. The cops will have fun with this one.”

“Now, Mousey. Why would I do that? You should be punished for the way you treated your wife and child. I can only wonder what went on behind the walls of your home. What that poor little boy had to hear every night.” Dragging the tip of my blade from his chin, down his throat to the center of his chest. the tip sharp enough to draw a thin line of blood as I go.

“Nooo…. Please.”

“Did you ever think about what you were doing to him? The damage it causes when a little boy hears his father beating his mother? Raping his mother.” I tsk, stopping to dig the tip in.

“She is my wife,” he spits, saliva spraying over my face. “It’s not rape if she’s my wife.”

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