Taking off my mask was risky, and being that close to her face was even riskier. She could have opened her eyes at any point, but she listened when I told her not to, and for that she’ll be rewarded.
The urge to go back in there isstrong, but, unfortunately, my other craving is calling, and it needs to be satisfied.
The sound of her moans was like the sweetest music to my ears, the heat of her body and wetness of her pussy a reminder of how much she wants me. I take off my mask and lick her release from my fingers, closing my eyes and savoring the taste of her.
She’s so fucking delicious.
The metal piercing on the tip of my cock pushes against the inside of my pants painfully. I want to ease the ache, but I know that if I do, I’ll definitely end up in Essence’s bed tonight.
Patience.
I’ll have her when the time is right. For now, I want to keep her wet, needy, and desperate for me.
Gritting my teeth, I speed out of Essence’s neighborhood—incurring the looks of death from moms ushering their kids inside—and enter onto the main road. I take off my masks and blast the AC to cool off before turning on the radio.
“…and the Virginia Beach Police Department is still searching for a suspect in last week’s fire that killed three people. Eyewitness accounts state seeing a man wearing a gas mask at the scene. He was described as tall, muscular, and dressed in a black long-sleeved shirt, black pants, and black boots. If you have any more information regarding this situation, please reach out to the Virginia Beach Police Department and?—”
My mouth forms into a deranged smile as I turn a corner and speed down the street. I’m glad my handiwork is being covered on the news, but I didn’t account for anyone that might have witnessed it; it was two in the morning so I didn’t think anyone would be watching. I need to be more careful when I'm starting fires now, and especially when I'm watching my flower during the day. I can’t risk being caught and separated from her.
Nothing and no one will keep me from her.
By the time I reach my destination, it’s completely dark outside. My heart is racing and my skin tingles in anticipation of what I’m about to do. Mostly from what I did to Essence, but the thrill of flames alone is enough to have me almost finishing in my pants.
I park behind a copse of trees on the side of the road and get out, sliding the black balaclava on first, then the gas mask on top of that. Luckily, this road doesn’t get much traffic anyway, but that doesn’t stop me from scanning the area carefully before walking across the street to the home of the man responsible for my son’s death.
For the past three months, I've searched for Ronnie Newsome relentlessly to make him pay for what he did to Leo. He thought he would be able to get away with it, but I've channeled my pain and anger into unfettered rage. When I spotted him leaving the grocery store with his family a few weeks ago, I knew I had to do this now.
I’m not a monster like him, though—I have no intention of hurting his family, which is why I've spent the past few weeks studying their daily patterns. Every week on this day, his wife takes the kids to her parents’ house so Ronnie can “get some work done.” That was how he had the time to do what he did to me, but I'm not going to make his family suffer for something he did. I’m notcompletelyheartless.
Now that they’re out of the house, I can finish what he started.
I lean down and double check that my knife is still tucked away inside my boot. I might not even need to use it tonight, but I wanted to keep it on me just in case he manages to get out of the house.
One way or another, he’s dying tonight.
Flexing my fingers, I cross the street to his house. The sight of the baby blue paint and white picket fence makes me sick. This is the life I wanted to have with Leo’s mom, but my dream of the perfect life died with her.
That spark, though, has been brought back to life with Essence. This is the life that I imagine for her—forus. The two of us in our baby blue painted house with a white picket fence and big yard for our kids and Lunchbox to run around in.
I slip my hand into my pocket and pull out my lighter. Adrenaline courses through my veins as my fingers grip the small device. The anticipation of what I'm about to do has my head buzzing with excitement, but I keep myself focused on what I have to do.
When I get to Ronnie’s house, I stop behind his car in the driveway and look around, double checking that no one is watching. It would be a shame if I had to kill a nosy, innocent person tonight.
After a few minutes, it seems like everyone in this sleepy little neighborhood is in their homes, so I walk around to the side of Ronnie’s house where I had earlier hidden an oil can full of gasoline and some rags in an empty trash can that the family never uses. I take everything out and soak the rags in the gas before walking to the back of the house and lighting the first one on fire. Tossing it onto the cushion of an outdoor chair, I take a step back and watch the flames come to life.
The pungent scent of the gas stings my nostrils as the flames scorch through the drenched fabric. I stand there and watch in awe as what starts out as a small fire quickly spreads to a full-fledged inferno.
I could stop here, but I want to make sure that I've got all my bases covered, so I go back out to the front of the house and toss a gas-soaked rag onto the porch. Grabbing a cigarette out of my back pocket, I light it and lift my mask just enough to take a few drags before throwing it onto the rag.
It takes a couple minutes for the fire to start, but when it finally does, I shove my lighter back into my pocket and unzip my pants. My cock springs free, and I shiver when the cool air hits my hot skin. The head of my dick is practically throbbing from how hard I am, and precum starts to seep from the tip and down the shaft.
I’m just about to stroke myself when a startled cry from down the street breaks me out of my lust-and-smoke-filled haze. I look to see a woman speed-walking down the street, phone pressed to her ear and looking right at me.
“Help!” she screams into the night.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
She’s too far away for me to get to her in time before anyone decides to come out and investigate with all the screaming she’s doing.
