Page 12 of Welcome to Carnage

NYX

The ball is in my little hellion’s court. And yet, twenty-four hours after she learned the truth, the police aren’t banging down my door.

Good girl.

I’ve known for a long time that Avina is as dark as I am, plagued with a tarnish on her soul she’ll never be able to scrub clean. I don’t want to scrub it clean. I want to make it darker. I want her to take her rightful place by my side, with my cock breaking her apart every night.

She worries about what Pierce will think.

Fuck Pierce.

He may be my friend, but he’s not really. I’m the quiet guy he latched onto because he loves the sound of his fucking voice.

I twirl my blade around in my hands, sitting in my bedsit. Avina looked like she would throw up when I revealed I was her masked man. The guy who made her come so beautifully in the House of Mirrors two years ago.

Avina should already be mine. But I never found the right time. Instead, I’ve waited, but I waited too long.

When I heard Avina was going on a date, I knew she had forgotten her promise to me. She’s mine. And so her dates had to die. It’s not like they’ll be able to link the murders to me. I’m meticulous with my execution of the crimes and never miss anything, not where the CCTV is positioned or what I’m wearing at the time. Everything gets burned afterward, so I took a little while to get to Avina’s place after James’s murder. And I will find a way to pin the murderers on some other fucker.

I pull my laptop off the kitchen table placing the knife down.

Logging into her social media accounts is a piece of cake. I’m in within seconds. Avina isn’t very good with her cyber security. I have an entire copy of her laptop, with access to her phone messages, too, because it’s linked to her Macbook.

I scan through all of the messaging apps for her ratting me out. Her messages are clean, not a word about me. I smirk. My little hellion is playing along in our twisted game, and it’s fucking thrilling. My cock is hard as stone as I rub a hand across the front of my sweatpants.

I tell myself I’ve waited this long because I wanted to give her time to get over her parent’s death, but it’s bullshit. This is far more exciting. Killing in her name. It’s what I’ve wanted ever since that night.

I saw the mix of fear and desire in her eyes when I told her I’d killed James. The guy didn’t fucking want her anyway. It was embarrassing how he ignored her as if he didn’t have a fucking princess sitting opposite him. So I slammed my knife deep into his heart and watched as the light escaped his pathetic, beady eyes. I’d do it again and again if Avina keeps forgetting who she belongs to.

My laptop dings, and I check the message that just came through on Avina’s messenger.

Hey, baby. Who are you going to the Halloween Carnival with?

Rage slams into me as I click on the profile of the guy who fucking contacted her. Keith Fucking Johnson. You’ve got to be kidding me. This piece of shit never even gave her a glance in high school. He was the most popular kid in our year, and it turns out he will die a very painful death.

Not you.

Avina’s reply comes back, and I smile. “That’s my girl,” I breathe, fishing into my pocket for the thong I stole off her floor while in her room. I bring it to my nose and inhale.

I slide my hand into my sweatpants and pull out my aching dick. The silky fabric of her panties is smooth against my skin as I wrap them around my shaft. I move my hand up and down, losing myself in her scent.

Fantasies of my little hellion flood my mind, her body writhing beneath mine, fear and pleasure mingling in her eyes. But it’s not enough. I want to make her mine in a way no one can deny. I want to carve my initials into her smooth, unblemished skin and mark her as my property.

Each stroke and cut would be a declaration of my claim and ownership. The thought of it, of her marked by me, sends a rush of pleasure through me. I can almost feel the slick, warm blood under my hands and see the raw, red lines standing stark against her creamy skin.

“Mine,” I grunt, my hand moving in a frenzy now. “You’re fucking mine, Avina.” The pleasure builds, coiling tighter and tighter until it finally snaps, ripping a guttural groan from me as I come, my seed spilling over the fabric of her panties.

Sated, I take a moment to catch my breath, my heartbeat echoing in my ears. The image of her, marked by me, lingers in my mind, a promise of what’s to come. There’s a predatory satisfaction, knowing she’s mine in a way no one else can claim. I wipe myself clean with a spare rag and toss her cum stained thong back into my pocket.

“Time for a little visit,” I murmur, pulling on my leather jacket and stepping into the cold night. My bike is parked on the sidewalk, and I hop on, pulling my helmet over my head. The engine roars to life between my thighs, its purr mirroring the anticipation coursing through my veins.

The drive over to Avina’s house is familiar, the turns and stops etched into my memory. It’s not long before her house comes into view, a beacon in the darkness.

I park a few houses down, the shadows a perfect cover. Countless times I’ve spent in this position, watching her as she gets dressed. Stupidly, she still hasn’t gotten a blind for her bedroom window.

“One last warning, my sweet little hellion,” I breathe, lighting up a cigarette and smoking it as I watch her at her dressing room table. Once I’ve finished it, I stamp it out under my shoe and walk up to the front door, entering.

Pierce has told me I can come and go as I please, and I will use that as an invitation to visit my girl. Pierce is working tonight. I stomp up the stairs with no intention of being quiet.

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