It seems the strobes and the smoke have disoriented him, but not as much as last time.
I’ll have to step up my game.
With a grin, I step back into the shadows with a low cackle.
“Ohhhh, darlin’…Where are you…” I’m dragging a length of rope behind me, along with my axe. The lights are still flickering, and the fog is still dispersed, but I’m able to blink through it because I do this shit every day, so it doesn’t affect me the same as it does other people.
I almost can’t hear anything over the chugging of my own heart, but then…
Ah, yes.
There it is.
Another creak of a door shutting—the thud of the wood against the frame.
I click my tongue.Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.Such a little rookie mistake.
Veering to the right, I let the tell-tale sound of my axe let Madison know of my presence as I near the room he has holed himself up in—and fuckme,if it’s not the most perfect room for what I have planned.
I walk past, just to fool him, and then, I pick my axe and rope up off the floor and whirl around to swing my blade into the wood of the door.
Madison’s scream reverberates around me, and I cackle as I hack my way through the door he’s tried to lock me out of. Over and over, I swing my axe, chipping through wood untilmy arms are screaming from the burn and it’s left hanging in pieces off the frame.
I step over the threshold, axe and rope swung over my shoulder, to find Madison cowering in the corner. “P-p-pl-please,” he begs so prettily.
“Please what, darlin’?”
“Please…don’t.”
With a smile, I crouch in front of him and drag the tip of my pointed finger down his cheekbone, pressing into the soft flesh until I’m sure I’m leaving a red mark in my wake. “But you want me to. You asked for this. I’m just giving that to you.”
“C-ced?—”
I reach forward and wrap my fingers around his throat, cutting the word off before he can finish spitting it out. “You wanna finish that word?” I spit in his face.
His eyes grow comically wide. “Uh, um. Erm.”
“It’s Static, treat. I think you know that by now.”
“Y-yes.”
“Good boy.”
And when he shudders, I know he’s gone for.
Madison stares into the glowing iridescent of my eyes, fat bottom lip quivering just how I remember it, anddamn,it’s even better than the memory.
“What am I gonna do to you, my little mouse?” I drawl as I push up on my feet to circle him where he cowers. “You’ve been running from me, hiding, like you didn’t want me to find ya.”
“B-but, but?—”
I crouch once more, lips inches from his, and cock my head. “But, but, but what?”
“Y-you told-told me t-to.”
“Did I?” I purr softly, unable to resist touchingthat bottom lip. It’s wet with saliva, and when my finger is free, I suck it into my mouth, just for the slightest taste of him. Madison’s pupils widen, and I relish in the sight.
“Yes.”
