Page 67 of All Your Bloody Lies

Xeraphine

It’s been two weeks since I last spoke to Kairhyse, but that doesn’t mean it’s been the last time I’ve seen him. I can’t catch a break, despite my efforts to lead the most uneventful life possible. While I continue my search for leads, I’ve made every effort to pursue them when Kairhyse is occupied with something other than stalking me.

A week ago, he once again was back at the Hause Sidence headquarters, and I swear I nearly ran to one of my neighbor’s houses to fuck them and send him a video of it.

I was seriously on the verge of it, except, I had to sit with myself and ask: Why did it piss me off? I’ve still not come up with that answer, and I’m quite pissed about it if I’m honest. I’ve not even enjoyed playing with myself since that… shadow dance of ours. Nothing compares, and I knew he would be the death of me. Yet, I still didn’t kill him and I won’t, because as much as he’s a fucking idiot, I’m more so.

That hasn’t stopped me from trying to please myself, as I’m currently doing right now. I’ve got a dildo shoved hilt deep inside of my cunt and my fingers playing with my bundle of nerves, trying to find the heat that will cause my stomach to tighten and my legs to shake.

The toy is just not the same and as I’m thrusting it in and out of me, I roll onto my stomach and scream in anger into the sheets. I’m soaked, and my core throbs with a need to release the pent-up frustration that has built up over the past two weeks.

He is my undoing, and I’m a Gods damn mess because of it.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

I tear my hand away from my clit and scramble around the bed trying to locate my phone. Once I feel the vibration beneath my hand, I fumble around to answer it.

The soft click of picking it up prompts me to bring it to my ear. “What?” I grumble.

“You’re doing it all wrong,” Kairhyse purrs through the speaker, “would you like me to come in and show you? Or even my shadow…” My stomach tightens, and while I know he is nearly always watching me, his suggestion of being the one to fix my problem makes me feel feral. “Oh, you like that huh? I think you gushed a little—”

“Ew! Don’t say that!” I roll onto my back and pull out my toy, tossing it through my bedroom’s open door. I hope it landed in the sink, but by the sounds of a cup flying onto the floor, I’m pretty sure I missed.

“Left to right, my little demon.” I move my phone away and go to hang up, “Wait.”

Not sure why, but I do, and bring my phone back up to my ear. His soft hum makes me bite my lip with anticipation, “Turn a little so I can see that pretty pink pussy before you put clothes back on.”

“You fucking snake,” I pull the phone away and hang up, but not before hearing his booming laugh from the other end. “PRICK!”

One week later

“Thanks for the ride,” I say as the car comes to a stop. I grab my umbrella, preparing to step out, when Tyson clears his throat. I look at him, something I hadn’t done since getting into the car after work.

“Xeraphine, what’s going on?” I narrow my eyes in confusion, uncertain why he’s asking such a question. Rain pelts against the windshield, and the last thing I desire is to trudge home from workthrough the downpour. Is it really that strange? He did say I could reach out if I needed anything.

“Where is your fancy boyfriend?” he asks.

I groan, “He isn’t my boyfriend.”

The skepticism in his expression accompanies him grabbing his steering wheel and looking forward. “No one crosses state lines unless they are either your partner or a st—”

“Stalker. Yeah, Tyson, a fucking stalker,” I interject. Truthfully, while Kairhyse absolutely is one, I don’t hate that he does it. Which is so counterintuitive to my life, it’s painful. “I’m not going to call for a ride from him, if that is what you’re getting at.”

“Why not call the authorities? That’s dangerous. He is dangerous. Shit, he scared the Beyond out of me.”

I let out a soft laugh, “He doesn’t scare me. I can handle myself.”

“He said if I touched you again, he would mail my hands to my mother,” he says, his voice trembling. For a man of Tyson’s stature, I’m sure that hurt his pride just as equally. “I’m both curious if it’s just big talk, or if he actually would.”

I bite my lip.Oh, he would, Ty, he would.Looking around, I try to see if I can spot him. I don’t even smell him, which is probably a good thing. I don’t need him getting any ideas about harming Tyson.

“Don’t worry about me. Thanks for the ride,” I say as I pop open the umbrella and step out of the car.

I sprint across the pathway to my front lobby. I wouldn’t even consider it to be a ‘lobby’; it’s more of a room with three chairs facing the glass door with a hole in the wall where eight hours of security sits. I’m taking the stairs because, as per usual the elevator is broken, when I see that the door to my apartment is cracked, I stop.

It’s been three weeks since I’ve fed, and while I’m not starved, my senses are beginning to wane. I don’t smell anyone, but that’s impossible. I know I would never have left my door open.

Softly, I release all the air in my lungs, and then bring in the largest breath I can, holding it.

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