Page 46 of Obsession By Kaitlin

When he releases his grip on the woman, I know he is dead. I turn my body back around and release the wire from my left hand as he falls to the ground. The lady stands there in a daze, looking at his collapsed body on the ground. Once her eyes reach mine, all I see is glass. I grab her by the arm and drag her back to the bar where Marty, one of The Claimed bikers, is behind tending to the partygoers.

“Found this one half gone in the corner. Call her a ride home will you?”

He nods his head and places her on a stool. “What’s your name, sweetie?” He asks her and I take my leave to find my next victim.

I’m walking the perimeter of the room, watching as the people dance, drink, snort coke off of questionable bodies, and even the random couple fucking in front of everyone. The soft hands of a woman land on my shoulder. I grab it and swing her around to face me. “You do not touch me.”

“A nice strong man like you, I’m sure you know how to please a woman. My name is Courtney, but all my friends call me Kitty.” Her breath is rancid.

I look her up and down. She’s a skinny woman, way too bony for my taste. She has crusty curled hair; her highlights are halfway down her head and bring out her crow's feet along her eyes. She’s wearing a leopard tank top and short ripped shorts. From the looks of her, she appears to be in her forties, but something tells me she’s a drug user, and her age is much younger.

“Courtney,” I say, but she cuts me off.

“Oh, come on now, sweetie; I said all my friends call me Kitty, and you and I are about to become real good friends.” She slithers her arm under mine like the snake she is.

“Courtney, I am not going to be your friend nor your warm body for the night, and if you do not remove your twig of an arm from me, I will slit your throat and place your body in the trash where you belong.”

Her eyes bulge out of her head, but she plasters on a smile, “Ah, handsome, you have jokes. I like that in my men.”

I warned her. I don’t give second chances. This is one thing my little canary will come to know in time. When I say I am going to do something, I fucking do it. I take Kitty by the handand drag her outside.

“Taking me home so soon? Don’t you want to dance first and buy me a drink?”

“I think you’ve had enough.” I drag her over to behind the trash, pulling her in close and giving the appearance to onlookers that we are a couple in a passionate embrace.

“You smell good, handsome. What is that you’re wearing?” she asks.

I pull out my switchblade and flick it open. “Death,” I whisper into her ear as I slowly run the blade along her neck, slicing her open. She gasps for air and wraps her hands around her throat, trying to call out for help, but it's of no use. Within seconds, her body falls against mine, and I am lifting her up and tossing her body into the dumpster.

A few hours later, six more lives were taken. Three were because they annoyed me, one because she spilled her drink on my shoe, and the last two were because I didn't like how they danced.

I arrive home to my penthouse, and the concierge greets me, “Another long night, sir?”

“That it was Arnold, very eventful.” I go to walk past his desk, but he stops me.

“A package arrived for you, sir. Do you want me to bring it up for you?”

“No, that will be okay. I’ll take it.” He hands me a brown box, and I know exactly what is inside. The Halloween dance is coming up at Abigail's school, and I believe it is time we are finally reunited.

forty-nine

abigail

Overthepasttwoweeks since we discovered that I was the target of some psychopath, the guys have been my own personal protection squad. Tonight, as I get ready for the Halloween dance, it’s the first time I have been alone, and by alone, I mean Ryan is in the living room, allowing me some personal space to get ready.

Since my mom has been away on a work training trip, there have been no objections to one or sometimes two of the guys sharing my bed at night. I have to admit that being ravished by multiple men at a time is growing on me, and I don’t know if I will ever be able to return to being a one-man-in-bed kind of girl again. There is just something about having all hands on my body that sends me into a sex-crazed frenzy.

I style my hair in old Hollywood-style waves. I have a strong black wing liner along my eyes, minimal makeup on, and a strong, bold red lip. They had never seen me dolled up before, and with it being Halloween, I thought tonight was the night to be something other than myself.

I slip my long satin red gown over my head, smoothing it out over my body, and admire how it hugs my every curve. There is a side slit that trails all the way up to my hip, and if I am not careful, I will expose my red panties to everyone on the dancefloor tonight.

I walk over to my full-length mirror, and my mouth drops. I look unrecognizable, but that is the point of Halloween, right? To be something you are not. I can’t remember the last time I wore anything of color. Black has been my stable choice for clothing for years.

Tonight though, I’m Jessica Rabbit.

Ryan knocks on my door. “Are you almost ready to go?” I look at the clock on my nightstand, knowing the rest of the group will be here in a few minutes.

“You can come in,” I say, turning around to face the door. When Ryan walks in, his face says it all. He stands there in silence, looking me over from head to toe.

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