I rolled the needle between my fingers, imagining the pain it could cause when pushed into just the right spot. Or the wrong one. “Mine means mine. It doesn’t mean yours. Just mine. Mine to do whatever I wish. Not yours to put your hands on.”
I dragged him to sit against a tree because lying down wouldn’t do it for me. He began to talk, tried and failed to get past me, took at least seven punches for that, and settled with pleading.
A brief recollection of how Ainsley had called my name on the phone made me simmer. Not only had she been anxious, but it was the first time she used my name. She called my name for the first time, she had been scared, her voice had been trembling, and the voice was stuck in my head. It was similar to the popular quote, ‘first impression lasts longer’. So I would never forget that sound till the day I died. Unless there was a better way to start calling my name. Moaning it, for example. If she moaned hard and frequently enough, I might just forget it.
Hudson, with no fight left more in him, relaxed against the tree bark. Positioning the needle between my fingers, I stared long at a point on his neck, needing my eyes to adjust to the darkness better. Then inserted my needle in his jugular vein.
He didn’t see my hand coming, and it was too late when he realised. He couldn’t move his neck again.
“Educational purpose: putting the needle there will disrupt your blood flow and hence, internal bleeding.”
Lifting his shirt, I placed another one deep in his abdomen, freezing him further. “That one can puncture your organs and damage, hence another internal bleeding.”
“What...what are you doing to my body? Stop...stop. Stop,” he said weakly, couldn’t manage more than that.
“I’m doing to your body what you did to my girl’s body.” The next needle went into his throat to shut him up. “Now that might cause swelling and not let you breathe well.”
Another one went to his lower back, near his spine, after I adjusted him. “That one will paralyse your entire body.”
The remaining four went into the joint in each arm and leg. It was a miracle I didn’t stab one into his dick vein. It was tempting, though the dart there was more than enough.
Standing up, I stepped away from his paralysed body and took my bag. It wouldn’t be long before he kicked the bucket. With eight needles in him, and a disrupted blood flow, it’d be a miracle if he made it ten minutes.
“In your next life, learn to keep your hands off things or people that don’t belong to you.”
Leaving him frozen, I disappeared into the night.
14
AINSLEY
I hated how I woke up this morning. I shouldn’t have had that lustful thought yesterday. No, I shouldn’t have.
Now that the image was in my head, and there was no way to get rid of it, I was left with the constant hunger for relief between my legs. You’d think I was a werewolf in heat with how I made myself come four times yesterday in my bed. In one day. And with just my fingers.
It was amazing how I kept coming just because I made up a shirtless, bottomless Theon in my mind, but I quickly got bored after the fourth time, needing something much more advanced than my fingers. Something bigger, better, something enough to knock me out and at the same time keep me conscious.
I’d remembered the heat in his eyes when he first noticed my piercing, and also the bulge in his trousers that he didn’t try to hide. I wished he’d asked me to undress, because I would have. I would have let him have me right there on my bed and do to me whatever he wanted with the way he gaped at me. His eyes were such a turn on, as much as they scared me, yes. It was definitely because he wasn’t hiding what he felt for me, and whenever he looked at me, I felt possessed, owned, like I was something that could put life in him and rip it away anytime I wanted. I felt in control. However, on a physical level, he was in control.
My neck. He loved grabbing my neck. Whenever he was pissed and wanted to drill words into my head, he would choke me. Was he into that? Even in bed. I sure fucking hoped so.
Hold on—
So what if he was into it?
I groaned and leaned back in the tub, sliding down until my head was submerged under the water. I needed this to stop. The idea to start picturing him naked needed to stop. I’d dreamt about it yesterday morning, and it had not left my head ever since.
I’d somehow expected him to still be by my side when I woke up, but a part of me knew that was impossible. He also didn’t come last night. Fuck me for always placing my hope high every single night.
After a while with my thoughts, I stepped out of the tub and dried myself, then wrapped the towel around my body. I’d held back for too long, thinking this new, weird lust for him would disappear if I didn’t touch myself. But it was drawing closer to six p.m and I deserved a tiny reward for holding back for that long.
And not only was I going to reward myself, I would finally put my dildo to good use after months of chucking it in the bottom of my closet. It was pink, not that I meant to buy this colour, but I’d made a mistake when my horny little fingers pressed order, and this had arrived at my door.
As I walked to the kitchen, I revelled in the stimulation my pebbled nipples brought my very swollen pussy, and I just couldn’t wait to drive the toy all the way inside myself.
I’d come to turn off the cooker, my dinner ready. But I needed to feed something else first. I padded out of the kitchen to the couch and sat, sighting the locket I placed there in the afternoon. His locket. He’d not taken it back, I doubted if he ever wanted it back. It was mine.
Biting my lip, I wore it over my head, the first time after six years. The heart shaped silver locket was cold against my skin, and I wished the necklace was long enough to reach my nipples.
