Page 39 of No, For An Answer
Take the last three days for example, I was watching this woman I met at a bar just outside of town and not once have I had the desire to cut her heart out. I wasn’t even able to get hard as the thoughts flowed into my mind’s eye.
It’s like I don’t want to kill her anymore, but more like I want to killforher now. The way she so elegantly stabbed that brunette girl to death gave me the biggest and most painful hard on of my life, and I knew then that fucking her would end the night perfectly.
It was almost as good as our first time.Almost.Granted, she won’t have any recollection of that so I can’t really ask her to compare the two. The pressure building behind my black combats is killing me and I shake all thoughts of fucking Ashley into the back of my mind. Pressing my back close to the brick wall down the dark alley, I watch as she stops at her car with Mr I Fuck Kids. Because let’s face it, the guy looks like a fucking paedophile.
“Well, that was fun.” She smiles, and I feel the anger burn my skin.
That smile belongs to me.
“It was.”
I want to punch that smug fucking look off his face. My girl presses her palms to his chest the moment he leans in to kiss what belongs to me.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, David.” Giving him a tight smile, she steps back. The look of disgust on his face tells me everything I need to know about this guy.
“I just spent a hundred bucks on you. The least you can do is suck my dick, bitch.” He grabs the back of her neck and forces her for a kiss.
It takes every ounce of control I have left in my body, to stop myself from marching over there and stabbing him to death. Ashley’s movement is swift as I watch her kick him right between the legs. He falls to the ground like a sack of shit as she proceeds to spit on him.
“Fuck you!” she screams over her shoulder, opening her car door and speeding out of the carpark.
“Oh, Ashley you shouldn’t have,” I laugh as I leave the shadows of the alley and cross the road towards him.
What a wonderful gift.
David’s groggy sounds fill the room. Raising his head, he grimaces as he looks around the darkened room with nothing, but a single light turned on above his head.
It takes him a moment to register the thick ropes wrapped around his torso. I watch as his head snaps from left to right, looking at the cable ties that wrap round his wrists and the wooden arm rest of the chair he sits on.
“What the fuck?” The words quiet enough that if I wasn’t in the room, I wouldn’t hear them. Yet here I am, sitting in the pitch-black corner of the warehouse I have him tied up in. This place has been abandoned for a while and nobody comes out here anyway. This is the usual place I hold my victims till the eventuality of their untimely death.
“Hello!” His hard voice bounces off the cold and cracked stone walls and I end up wondering if this is what he sounds like when he has sex.
What the fuck.
Shaking the thought from my mind I lean forward on the chair, sucking the cold night air into my lungs. The mouldy smellrunning through the decayed warehouse makes the hair on my arms stand on end.
“Hello?” He repeats, again, and I groan in response, and he whips his head around, twisting what little movement he has of his body. “Hello?... Who’s there?”
“Please shut up. Your voice is annoying.” Bracing my hands on my knees, I push to stand and take three steps into the light. I’m dressed head to toe in black, with my hood pulled up and a balaclava on. Nothing but my eyes on show. “I’d never have put you for a whiney little bitch just by looking at you.” Rubbing my eyes with the heels of my palms.
“Who are you?” his voice filled with fear. Just how I like them. “Whatever you think I’ve done-” Curious about what he thinks I think he’s done; I take another step forward and drag my chair behind me. The screeching of the wood against the cement floor makes me cringe.
“What exactly do you think that I think you could have possibly done?” I sit in the chair, resting the black machete on both my knees. Grinning behind my black mask. Not that he can see.
“The girl,” he swallows, his throat bobbing up and down. “She… she wanted to have sex. She said she did and I-”
“Wait a second,” I hold up my hand, silencing him as the words run through my mind. “Did you rape someone?” I chuckle, my voice muffled as he stares into my cold dead eyes.
“N-no I-” he begins to stutter.
“Did she tell you to stop?” I interject, begging, praying for him to tell me ‘yes’.
“Help!!!” He screams again.
“Help!!” I stand up, mimicking him. “Help! Help!” Cupping my hands on either side my mouth, I scream louder. Till my throat burns. I look down at him, the stillness of his body. His lean muscles pressing through the rope as he struggles to break free. “David, David, stop.” My hands embrace the top of hisshoulders, my fingers squeeze into the soft woollen fabric of his surprisingly soft sweatshirt. “Is this Cashmere?”
“What?” He’s clearly never been in a situation quite like this before.
