Her fingers glistened.
“That’s your cum,” I told her, feeling her eyes on me but unable to look away from her dripping fingers. “You crave to be depraved,” I hummed almost to myself. “To writhe and pant in need. To drool and crawl and beg. Your body needs it. It needs more, and I plan to give you all of it. Everything in this world will be yours,” I went on, finding her eyes. “I’ll make you feel as if you can’t survive without the things your body craves. And then I’ll rip it all away and make you beg me for it back.”
~~~
March 18th, 2023
“Should I expect you at service tomorrow?”
“Obviously,” Red replied. “Why are you at her house again?”
I leaned back on the seat of my bike, parked four blocks away from her house for precisely this reason. There was no need for her to know where Scarlett lived. Especially because she wouldn’t be living here much longer. “It’s no business of yours.”
“It is. What are you doing to her?”
“Raping her repeatedly,” I said evenly.
“Azrael,” she warned.
“You’re pushing, Red,” I sang. “You know how much I dislike that.”
“You’re going to have to come clean to us eventually, Az. If you want our help, we need to know why and what we’re helping you with.”
“Patience is a virtue everyone seems to loathe, have fun in the purgatory I’ve created.” I hung up, only for a text to come in a second later.
Red
You called me for a reason.
You want to tell us,
Az, your games aren’t more
powerful than your heart,
no matter what you choose to believe.
On the contrary. I had a reason for everything I did, just because they didn’t understand it, didn’t mean my heart and head were out of sync.
I shoved my phone into my back pocket and headed for her house. She had been doing very well these last few days. Her mind was absolutely extraordinary with how well she was able to lock away the information, and teaching her has allowed me tolearn more about how much she was able to retain all those years at the church.
If my calculations were correct, she should have remembered almost everything they had said around her. All the better for me.
All I had to do was figure out a better way to unlock the memories that weren’t on the surface.
She had also masturbated every day, usually more than once. Sometimes while I was there, but mostly while I was gone. I had slipped a camera in that closet of hers. I couldn’t allow her that much privacy, not when I knew what she was doing in there. What she was thinking about. Not when there was a possibility that she might find her voice while in there.
She had become addicted to the feeling of it, and every time I physically watched her, I could see the pleading in her eyes. She wanted more. Something she couldn’t put a finger on. Something that her body craved that didn’t have a name.
I knew exactly what it was, and the very second we signed those papers, I planned on giving her everything.
I pulled up in front of her house and used the key around my neck to unlock her door, stepping inside before ever taking my helmet off.
She was never on the couch when I arrived. In fact, she spent most of her time in her closet now, practicing her sign language, drawing pictures depicting what was going on in her head, or touching herself.
I inhaled when I walked in this time, looking around the room, the scent of citrus and her perfume now coating the air. Much better than the scent of sweat and semen that had previously filled it.
I heard the closet door open, my eyes finding her bedroom door.
