Page 100 of Drag You Down
Gabriel still doesn’t like her, and I don’t particularly like putting them in the same room together. I shake my head. “No,he’s working late. But thank you.” I exhale slowly, then go to sit down at the kitchen table.
Evelyn tells me about what she’s been doing at the soup kitchen, and some gossip from the church she joined. I’m glad she can still find comfort in religion, but I can’t get myself to step inside a church.
Not only because I have a hard time listening to preachers without remembering Zachariah, but also because of how hypocritical I would feel doing so.
I distract Evelyn with pictures of Ichabod, and we have a pleasant dinner.
When I’m gearing up to leave, I get a text from Gabriel
Gabriel
I have a present for you.
My heartbeat picks up as I see the picture of a box, and I quickly say my goodbyes to Eve before setting out.
The bus ride back to Gabriel’s neighborhood feels like it takes forever. I’d try to wheedle to find out what’s in the box, but I have a feeling it’s not something we’d want to discuss via text.
When I let myself in, Ichabod is there to rub against my ankles, and I smile down at the cat and give him a few scritches behind his ear before finding Gabriel in the kitchen.
“What’s in the box?” I ask after pecking him on the cheek.
“Open it,” Gabriel says, wrapping his arms around me from behind. “I got it just for you.”
I pluck the small jewelry box from the nearby dresser. It looks similar to the box the watch had been in, but he’s already given that back to me. I raise an eyebrow, then lift the lid. On a piece of cushioned silk is a pinky finger, the end that should’ve been attached to the hand jaggedly cut.
He’d used the serrated blade, then, the one that truly makes his targets scream.
I wish I’d been there to hear it.
“Can you guess who it belonged to?” Gabriel asks, nuzzling my jaw.
I purse my lips, thinking through the case files he’d spread over the table the night before. “That’s an easy one,” I say. “It’s Allan Porter, that serial rapist. But I thought we were going to take care of him together.”
I can’t stop the pout from entering my voice.
Gabriel smiles. “We are. I have him chained up in a dark, concrete room. I left him with a single candle before I locked up. He’s waiting for us to come back and finish him off.”
I hum, turning around so I can face him. I brush my lips against his, and while I know I’m only imagining the familiar taste of blood, I know it’ll be reality soon enough. Allan Porter had thought he could get away with hurting others, but he hadn’t counted on coming to Gabriel’s attention.
Or mine.
“He’s out in the bunker in the woods,” Gabriel whispers. “We can take our time with him. We can make himscream.”
I shiver, the thought going straight to my cock.
The symphony of screams, the taste of blood, the allure of violence, the exultation that follows another kill… All of it coalesces into something I can’t get away from for long.
Why would I want to?
I don’t know if I still believe in heaven or hell.
But I know that I believe in Gabriel’s vision: a world where the evil get punished for their misdeeds. A world where people like me are avenged.
A world where blood and lust go hand in hand.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I say, kissing him again. “I love you.”
“I love you too, my lamb,” Gabriel answers.
