I can’t say I blame him. I just watched him kill a woman. No—not just kill: torture. I watched as he tore flesh from bone. I watched as she struggled to breathe as blood clogged her throat. I watched her die as he fucked me.
And I asked the killer to take me with him.
Truly I cannot be blamed for my desperation. I can’t stay here. I can’t defend myself on the streets and there’s no safe place to run to.
The hesitation in his eyes makes me say, “I’ll die if you don’t.”
His face turns expressionless as he contemplates my words.
“I’ll fuck you every day, if you’d like. I don’t eat much.”
“You realize I just tortured that woman.” He gestures to Madam Levy.
“A better word would be monster. You tortured a monster.”
He exhales a terse breath, and I worry that I’ve angered him.
“If you like killing monsters, there are a lot more on Salem Street.”
“I’d like to hear about them,” he says.
“So…can I go with you? I’ll tell you whatever you want.”
“Do you have clothes?”
It hadn’t occurred to me that I was naked.
“There’s a closet out in the hallway with some things I can wear.”
“Hurry and get dressed.”
“Can…can I have your name?”
“It’s Hunter.”
HUNTER
The girl rushes to keep up with me; her strides half that of mine. I still haven’t decided what I’m going to do with her. I can’t bring her to the Keep. Not after what she saw me do.
We arrive at the safe house and I bring her up five flights of stairs to the apartment I’ve been occupying. She stands in the entryway, shaking violently.
Which is fucking awkward. I don’t know what to do. Bringing her here was a mistake.
I let her in and toss my bag in a corner.
“Are you hungry?”
She nods eagerly.
“Take a seat.” I gesture to the small table.
I heat her up some chili and watch as she scarfs it down. Then I get her a pack of Little Debbie pastries, some jerky, and Spam.
While I’m watching her, something unexpected happens. It’s not often that I feel one way or the other about anyone in particular, and I’m not saying it’s any different with this girl, but it’s also not the same.
Back on Salem Street, I’d fucked her like it was my job. Not because I liked it. I rarely like anything.
But I did like having my dick inside of her, which made me come quicker than I typically do.
