Page 68 of Sparks of Insanity
Oh god. I turned and ran for the door again, and he lunged at me, slamming me against the door and trapping me with his body.
“You know your mistake? You think you’re still dealing with the man you trapped here with you, but you have no fucking idea who I am now. I mean, I don’t, so how the fuck could you?”
“Please. Ethan, please. I’ve been so worried about you. You know it was never supposed to go like that, right? You were supposed to fall in love with me, and want to stay with me. That was all.”
“Yeah? Well, you got what you wanted, because I’m staying with you now. Until we both fucking die.”
He grabbed the back of my neck and dragged me forcibly away from the door, turning and propelling me toward the bed, while I started to fight and push back against him, to try and prevent him from getting me there.
“Can’t see why you’re so reluctant now, when you wanted me before. Ember, you’re getting on that bed, whether you like it or not. The only question is whether you’re conscious when you do.”
“Why are you being like this?” He heaved a heavy sigh, and picked me up, throwing me onto the bed and pinning my legs down as I landed, getting one rope around one of my ankles before I could even start to struggle. I tried to kick at him with the other leg, but it was pinned too by his entire body, and tied before I could even think of anything else to try.
From there, he pushed me down on my back, and reached for one of the ropes at the headboard, tying it around one of my wrists, while they were still cable tied together.
“Ethan, please, please don’t do this. I’ll do whatever you want, but… not like this, please!”
He only cut the cable tie from my wrist once three of my limbs were tied, and I was already helpless, chuckling when I slapped at his face with my one free hand.
“Is that your way of telling me you want it rough? That’s okay, little saboteur, I like it rough too.”
Ethan
IT WAS AS GOOD as I’d imagined, better than I’d dreamed, as perfect as it could have been. She was tied, and struggling, but she’d never get free without me choosing to release her.
The beauty of taking her to her parents’ place was that they’d never think to look here, because who the fuck would be dumb enough to go back to a place owned by them? It was inconceivable that a person would do that, when they were trying to escape the people who owned it.
I’d figured they’d be hard to outsmart, but that they’d put their efforts into searching unfamiliar places for us. I only needed a few days though. Just long enough to break her as much as she’d broken me, and then I’d kill us both.
Before I tried to end my life, I never would have considered something like this, not even when I thought I was losing my mind. It turned out, taking such extreme action had broken the last part of my sanity, and even after several weeks of intense therapy sessions, some of it practically enforced, I’d learned some amazing skills in how to hide it.
I could appear normal. I could pretend to be the man I once was, but he just wasn’t in here anymore. What was left was a man driven by his base needs, and willing to give in to any of those desires, no matter how fucking unhinged they were.
I took that knife and sliced through Ember’s clothing, leaving her naked on the bed, watching as she shivered in the cool air, her nipples puckering into tight little buds.
“Look at you, laid out for me like a fucking sacrifice. The only question is what to do to you first, Ember.”
“Stop calling me that!”
I shook my head. “Nope. No more doing what you want, no more bowing to your demands, and letting you get the upper hand. You’re literally at my mercy, and I can do whatever I want to you, and you won’t be able to stop me. No crying, begging, or pleading will stop me. You wanted a monster, Ember. I’m what you created.”
“This isn’t what I wanted!” She started to cry again, but her tears weren’t affecting me in the slightest. How could something that she could so easily fake, or use as a weapon against me, possibly reach me now?
“It’s okay if you cry, Ember. In fact, you’ll probably do it a fair bit, but eventually you’ll get used to this. Your new fucking life.”
“My dads will find you here, you dick! You probably have a few hours at most!”
It was adorable, how she thought I hadn’t planned for that.
“I kinda hope they do find out I’m here, Ember. See, firstly I figured there’s no way they’d come here, because why would I go back to the place where I nearly died, right? But here’s the thing… if they do… I’ve boobytrapped the main door to the place, so they’ll get a bit of a uh… shock.”
“WHAT?” She started savagely fighting against her bonds, thrashing about on the bed like she was the one being electrocuted. What I’d rigged up probably wouldn’t kill whoevertried to let themselves in, but it’d definitely knock them out for a while. Long enough for me to barricade us in here, and put a knife to her throat. It had all played out in my head a thousand times.
They’d be threatening me, or begging me to release her, and I’d slice her throat open right in front of them, watching her warm crimson blood pouring down her body as she bled out. The old Ethan would be horrified at the mere thought of it, but not me. Nope. I glanced down at the boner poking at the front of my jeans. I found it a fucking turn on.
“What happened to you, Ethan? Why are you like this?!” She sobbed, starting to struggle again as I started shedding clothes on my approach to her.
“What happened to me, Ember?You. You happened to me.”
