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‘Who are you?’ I ask, inhaling his intoxicating aroma, his scent enveloping me. His lips graze the side of my ear as I pinch my eyes shut, still gripping the knife’s handle.
‘If there’s going to be any pain dealt, it will be by my hand. Now, hand me the knife.’
‘So you’re going to kill me?’ I gulp.
He backs away, shaking his head and rubbing his jaw.
‘If I wanted you dead, Tarran, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.’
I feel the bile rising in the back of my throat. ‘Then what do you want?’
‘To possess you.’
‘I don’t even know your name or is Psychopath OK?’
He chuckles. ‘You can call me G. Tell me, Tarran. Would you ever ask me to stop, if I loved you, to let you go?’
I hold my breath, steadying his gaze. I raise my chin, and then carefully drive my head forward, slamming my forehead into his face.
He grunts, slowly wiping the blood away that trickles down his nose. ‘That, will never happen again!’ he growls, wrapping his hand around my throat. Blood cascades down over his lips, and his tongue flickers out to catch it. He gives me a feral grin, his teeth covered in blood. ‘Well?’
‘No...’ I shamefully admit.
‘I’m really going to enjoy taunting you, Tarran.’
And I’m going to enjoy that too, but let’s see whose limits are truly boundless.
CHAPTER 11
THE BUTCHERBIRD
My eyes dart in all directions, desperately searching for an escape. He pulls back, snatching my phone as he grabs his gun. He growls in frustration, dabbing his face with kitchen roll, which makes me feel empowered. Grandpa would be proud.
‘You caught me off guard.’ He smirks. ‘You’ll come around soon. Then you’ll be begging me.’
He walks towards me again, the muzzle of the gun grazing the top of my breasts. ‘Take off your top.’
I gulp. ‘P-please don’t rape me.’
He cocks his brows as he uses his gun to slide the sleeve offmy shoulder. ‘Now!’
My eyes water and I sniffle at his demands. I lift my top up and over my head, and he smiles. ‘Beautiful.’
I close my eyes as water cascades down my cheek.
‘Don’t cry, baby girl. It’s your pussy I want to make weep, not your eyes, and by the rhythm of your heart, I’m betting that I’m right on track. Your fear is music to my ears. Does it not make you wet between your legs?’
Yes.
‘No. I need the bathroom.’
He chuckles, ‘then let’s go,’ he gestures with his gun.
‘You’re not coming!’ I gasp.
‘But I am. That’s exactly what I’ll do. And I’ll watch.’ He points the gun at my chest, and nods me towards the bathroom. It takes me several seconds to register his answer, to process how I am going to pee with him watching. As I stand in front of the toilet, he’s urging me to sit. ‘Pull your knickers down.’
Closing my eyes I lower my knickers, and sit on the seat.
