With a deep shuddering breath, I press in her old code, convinced that there’s no way she hasn’t changed it. It seems everything else about her has, like the fact that I've noticed she's drinking more now than she ever did when she was mine.Can you blame her after what you put her through,my mind chastises, and I know I can’t. I have no right to anything Cordelie-related. I shouldn’t even be sitting here reminiscing on what I’ve lost.
The screen unlocks, and I force myself to swallow my moment of joy. My fingers tremble as I move them across herscreen, every second of what I’m doing damning me further, as I invade her life and privacy, which I know I have no right to do. I open up her messages and scroll through them to see who she’s been talking to. My eyes narrow on Sly’s name, and before I can stop myself, I read through all of their conversations for the last couple of months. Every word makes my stomach plummet further. I can feel the pain I’ve caused her in every syllable she’s written to him. As much as I hate that fucker now for trying to take what was once mine, I have to begrudgingly admit that he was there for her when I wasn’t. His words are filled with understanding, as he attempts to give her hope that she’ll survive the disgusting pain I put her through. I reach the last message she sent yesterday that he hasn’t yet replied to, and I feel the blood drain from my face. My fingers tighten so hard around the phone that I feel like I might shatter it, and I have to stop myself from throwing it against the bookcase in front of me.
I’m sorry, Sly. I didn’t mean to have taken it that far. Thank you for the orgasm, I’m just so sorry I didn’t return the favor. I freaked out and panicked, and it wasn't anything you did. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Maybe we can try again. I promise I won’t leave you hanging.
You’re a wonderful person, and I’m so lucky to have you in my life.
The fuck?What does she mean he gave her an orgasm? What the fuck happened to make her freak out and panic? Yeah, she won’t be getting a chance to try anything with him again, ’cause I’m about to murder his ass, and dismember his fucking body, for touching my sweet baby girl. I force myself to take deep breaths before I shout with rage like an asshole, and get myselfkicked out of this library. I keep scrolling through her phone, looking to see if she’s had any interactions with anyone else that I’ll also have to kill.
An app with a melting heart gets my attention on the screen, and my breath chokes in my throat, making me gasp.What. The. Fuck.I know that app, hell, I downloaded it just yesterday. I quickly log in, thanking my lucky fucking stars that my girl saves all her passwords on her phone, and instantly scroll through what she’s entered. At first, I think everything I’m seeing must be a joke. Maybe her roommate filled this out for her as a gag. Knowing Faye, I wouldn't put it past her to do something like that.
I reread the words a second and then a third time, my jaw hanging open with shock. Suspicion and unease have me pulling up Cordelie's browser history, and my sweet baby girl hasn’t even bothered to clear it. I click the first video that pops up, turn down the volume, and settle in to watch what’s intrigued her.
On the screen, a dark-haired woman runs through the woods at night, half-naked, as a large man in all black chases her, in a balaclava ski mask, with a massive, sharp-looking blade in one hand. He manages to catch her easily and drags her down to the ground. He presses the knife against her thin, vulnerable throat, as tears slide down her pretty face and she begs him to let her go, before forcing her hands behind her back and using zip ties to fasten them together. He drops the knife next to her head and uses his large body to push hers into the hard ground, ripping at her remaining clothes, and spreading her legs wide, as he pulls out his enormous, pierced cock and rubs it against her opening. He fists her hair violently, shoving her face into the dirt until she stops fighting against his hold. Then he propels her into a downward dog position, and slams his cock inside of her so hard that her whole body jerks forward against the ground.
There's no volume on, and how I wish I could hear his grunts and her screams. My other hand slides down and palms my cock through my pants, but it's not enough to soothe the growing ache. I quickly glance around to see if anyone is close, or coming my way, before unzipping myself and pulling out my own cock. I stroke myself to the same momentum the guy on the screen is fucking the woman, but in my mind, it's not two strangers, it's Cordelie and me. It's my cock thrusting in and out of her tight pussy. It's her screams and pleading for mercy that I hear, and her thick, dark hair fisted in my hand. My cock is slamming into her tight hole over and over as she spasms around me. The noises of our skin slapping against each other are loud in my ears, as I remember the sounds of her little gasps when I fucked her. God, she made such pretty music whenever I was deep inside of her.
My breathing picks up as the masked man gets closer to his completion, and I can feel my orgasm tingling up my spine. I'm so close, fuck. I squeeze my cock, rotating my wrist to speed up my tempo, my breathing harsh in my own ears, as I watch the man on the screen slap the woman's ass over and over until it's bright red, as he fucks the shit out of her. He yanks on her hair, forcing her neck to bow backward, as his other hand strangles her neck, and he spits in her face as he comes deep and hard inside of her. My orgasm slams into me, and the phone shakes in my grip, as I bite into my bicep to smother my groan. I cum all over my fingers and palm, the warm liquid spurting through them and making a mess. I keep watching as the man pulls out of her pussy and spreads her asscheeks wide for the camera as it zooms in, and you can see his semen pouring from inside of her as she continues to tremble. He slaps her ass again before spitting on her, as he gets to his feet and places his large, black combat boot into the middle of her back, using it to push her into the ground.
The video ends that way, and I have to put down the phone to catch my breath, as I reach over and grab a random book off the shelf, and use its pages to clean my messy cum from my fingers. It's not ideal and a bit gross, but there's no way I'm using my own clothing. Call it my contribution to higher learning. I smirk at the thought of some fucker wondering why the pages are all stuck together, and finally realizing that's some stranger's jizz.
I quickly grab the phone again after putting my cock away, and I scroll through a few more videos, only to realize the prevailing theme is that the female is always chased, brought down hard, and ruthlessly fucked while confined. Shit, how did I not know that Cordelie had a primal kink? I wonder if things between us would have changed if she had told me, and we had enacted some of these scenes. I was always so gentle and careful with her, never wanting her to see the monster inside of me.
No, you still would have destroyed everything. It was never about the sex. It was always about how unworthy and toxic you are. You didn't deserve the innocent version any more than you would deserve this kinkier one. You're a monster who ruins everything. Nothing is immune to your darkness.
I feel a sense of fury, mixed with hopelessness, coating me as I stare at her phone, as if it could magically turn back time and let me change everything I've done. Back to a time when we were both happy, and I made her smile. Maybe if I had made her feel protected and cherished, she would have eventually opened up to me about her fantasies. Unfortunately, life doesn't work that way, and you don't get a do-over just because you want one. What I had with Cordelie is gone, and she'll never trust me again, but maybe I could have one more night with her. One moment to make her feel safe while giving her the fantasy she seeks. There's no fucking way I'm allowing her to be chased through the woods, and fucked by some random guy who could hurt her.You hurt her.
I pull out my phone and log in to the app, searching for her username. Her profile is a picture of a hooded Red Riding Hood, showing only the tip of her nose and her ripe, red painted lips, with a naughty smirk. So my sweet baby girl wants to be hunted and eaten, huh? I can do that for her. I can make sure she's never come so hard in her life, and leave her with a good memory, even if she doesn't know it's me.She can never know it was me; that knowledge would taint it for her.
I select her as my match, the first genuine smile in months crossing my lips. Oh, baby, what fun we’re going to have on Valentine's night. I get up and pocket both phones, heading toward the library doors, feeling an enormous weight lift off my shoulders at the prospect of being with Cordelie again.
There's just one more thing I still have to do tonight. I need to teach my former friend and teammate to keep his damn hands to himself. What better way to do that than with a fucking bat?
CHAPTER 6
NOAH
It was easy enough to find Sly. There were only a few places the bastard could be. The gym, the field for practice, a game, or firmly shoved up my sweet baby girl's ass, trying to claim something that didn't belong to him. Lucky for him, it was the first one. I don't know if I'd actually be able to restrain myself from killing him if I found him all over her.
I watch with excitement and anticipation as he leaves the gym, freshly showered, his bag slung over one shoulder and his phone firmly in his grip. I feel Cordelie's phone vibrate in my pocket, which is a good indication of why he's so distracted, since he's not checking his surroundings as I slink closer to him, using the darkness and lack of light in the parking lot to make my move undetected. Hot burning wrath flows through my veins as I picture him undressing her, touching her soft, fair skin, and tasting between her pretty legs what was mine. He has to pay for that with blood, pain, and tears. He should have kept his hands and mouth to himself; it's an unforgivable sin.
I pull the black, knit ski mask over my face, that I bought from the same store where I got the wooden bat, and ensure the hood of my black sweatshirt is firmly up. Here's hoping that noone ever links me to the crime I'm about to commit, 'cause the store for sure caught me on camera. I also better hope they don't link the bat I just bought with Josslyn's credit card. I don't trust her not to sell me out if they come to question her. Those are all worries for a later time, and the thought of them won't dissuade me from what I'm about to do. Nothing will. I have to make sure a message is sent, and if it takes breaking the bones of every man that tries to take what is mine, then so be it.She's not yours anymore, you lost her, remember?
Sly stops next to his car, his focus still on his phone, as he leans against it casually, and unaware of the danger surrounding him, his fingers flying over the screen. I feel my pocket vibrate again, but I don't dare to look at what he's sent her. I don't hesitate, lifting the bat and holding it tightly with both hands, as I swing at the phone in his hands to get his attention. The thing goes flying from his grip, as he utters a pained cry, landing far from either of us. He instantly stares at me with shock, but it's too fucking late as I swing the bat again. This time, aiming for his shoulder, and it connects with an audible crack. "WHAT THE FUCK, WHO ARE YOU?"
He attempts to grab the bat from me, but I slam the end down on his forearm, and then rain it down on his other arm with force. The loud scream and the way he grips his arm reassure me that I've done some agonizing damage. Do I feel the slightest bit of remorse that I've probably just ruined his football career, and chances of going pro?Not in the fucking slightest. He never should have touched her. She's mine, even when she wasn't.
"PLEASE! FUCK! PLEASE STOP! HELP!" Tears slide down Sly's face, as he cradles his arm against his chest and falls to the ground, using his other arm to protect his head. I kick at his chest, as I slam the bat down once again, this time on his back as he attempts to make himself a smaller target.Come on,motherfucker, show me the big balls filled with audacity that had you going after my girl.
"Help!" He whimpers as my foot connects with his jaw and blood rushes from his lips. The sight of the crimson liquid does nothing to soothe my rage. In fact, if possible, it makes it worse. It reminds me that I'm bleeding out from the inside too, except my wounds are self-inflicted and invisible. I bend down and fist his hair, forcing his head back until his brown, tear-filled eyes meet mine.
"I'll come back and finish you off for good, if you don't stay away from things that don't belong to you, fucker."
I bang his head viciously into the tire behind him and, for good measure, slam my fist into his nose until it gushes blood. The desire to keep hitting him until he stops breathing is overwhelming me, and I know I'm close to losing complete control. I slam the bat down one more time on his shoulder, and grind my boot into his stomach, before forcing myself away from him. He's still breathing, but I'm convinced he's now learned the error of his ways, and if he hasn't, I'll oblige him with another visit. I walk over to his phone and pocket it, fuck him if he thinks he's going to continue to have access to my girl.You know he'll just get another one, right, or are you fucking dense?
The door to the gym opens up, and a few guys make their way out and head in our direction, and that's my cue to go. I race out of the dimmed parking lot and down a narrow side street filled with restaurant dumpsters. I stop briefly to chuck the blood-tainted bat, my blood-streaked hoodie, and the tissues I had stuffed in my cheeks, to disguise my voice, into one of the metal dumpsters. I rip the mask off, use my lighter to set it on fire, then throw it into the same dumpster. I walk calmly out of the alley and head to the sidewalk, blending in with other pedestrians, as I head in the direction of Josslyn's student apartment.
I pull out my phone, and open an app that lets me send anonymous texts and calls to my sweet baby girl, without her realizing it's me. I quickly send her a text message that she'll see when she gets her phone back. I hope it makes her smile like it's making me.
