My hands didn’t escape his special treatment either. He took them and introduced my fingers, one by one, into a can of blood-red paint.
“Spread it on your body, baby,” said Marshall in a throaty voice, making me moan softly.
I traced my fingers along the skin that I could touch, while he stayed over me, keeping my legs prisoners. I started from my shoulders, slowly going down my breasts, getting a strong moan from him when I squeezed and filled them with the red paint. I got down to my belly with weaker traces, then saw Marshall put just one finger in the paint and continued my job, starting from where I stopped.
He continued painting me until my private part, which was already wet from the horniness that our dirty games caused.
He circled my clit for a bit, then pushed his finger directly into me, getting his name on my lips in a soft scream.
He removed his finger, taking it to his mouth and sucking it. The remaining paint, combined with what he got out of me, was slowly dripping on the corner of his mouth, making him look like a very sexy vampire. I moaned just because of the image in front of me.
He got off me, stuck his cock in the paint, and suddenly entered me. My eyes went wide, and I strongly moaned his name while he was taking it out slowly and then writing with it my name’s initials with the red paint and my essence on my belly.
“Always mine. Nobody will ever take you from me,” he growled and continued the activity inside me, quickly taking me to one of the best orgasms I had with him, with one of my fingers helping my clit in our game of arousal.
I shake my head and swear under my breath when I notice I am turned on only by thinking about how good he made me feel. I’m already wet because of a man I loved too much and extremely frustrated because I’m still thinking of him in the same way. I should really consider Lucas’s advice and start getting away from him for the sake of my mental health.
I realise I would give in if I felt his lips over mine or his hands on my breasts, squeezing them aggressively and sensually. I take the pillow next to me and throw it to the other side of the room, but not before I scream in it all of my sorrows.
I am still waiting for Lucas to handle Blake. Whatever that meant. I am just staying and thinking about sexy memoriesinstead of realising how blind I was in all the years I lived beside the fucking chemist.
The day after that scene, I woke up to reality and snuck into his office to search for those documents that were so important to be hidden from me. Of course, I didn’t find anything unusual to make me think of him as an insane person. He hid them too well after he let me fall asleep with those five perfect orgasms from that night. But, as I think of it, they were only perfect with my additional help. The orgasms wouldn’t have existed if it were just his cock in my vagina.
Anyway, all I could find on his desk were some documents about a company he had to promote and an invoice for an engagement ring. I remember all too well that I melted, and I just waited for him to pop the question, without giving any insight into what I knew.
The proposal happened one month after that, here in Tamwine, to be exact. Right after he found me next to the waterfall. Right after he took me to my apartment and fucked me good. At dinner that night, I found the ring hidden in a cupcake from the sweets he ordered. I said yes without thinking about his secretive attitude. I was too in love with Marshall to assume he could lie to me this much.
I’m trying to erase from my memory all the good moments alongside him, but it’s so hard that it makes me want to scream louder and punch all the walls in the room.
I get off the bed and take out the miracle box. If not even a thorough analysis of the shitty things from the inside won’t only make me feel hate for that man, I don’t know what will. Maybe if I would see with my own eyes how the criminal acted.
I shiver when thinking about a girl tied up in a chair, full of the blood that probably came from her, with lifeless eyes, and Marshall with a syringe in his hand, with a satisfied smile and his dick outside.
Now’s better. These kinds of images make my mind subdue from love.
I open the chest and take out the box with the empty syringes, which look exactly like the one Lucas showed me. I’m trying not to touch them at all. I don’t wanna find out on my own what effect that drug would have, even if they look as clear as a whistle. I’m not assuming any risk regarding Marshall.
I take the photos from inside and study the girls’ faces one by one, even though the fact that they are dead is making me feel sick. They were so young and innocent, and they seemed to have only just turned 18. They looked so pure, not touched by anyone else before, but killed by him in one of the most important moments of their lives.
God…
The revelation that I am nothing like them makes me think this might be the reason I didn’t end up like them. I wasn’t a virgin when I met him, and from the way I was flirting with him, I think he quickly realised that.
And now I am part of a horrible operation with Marshall as their leader.
Disgusting.
The hatred and anxiety for this man starts to get deeper as I am studying all the faces in the photos.
I close my eyes and put the pictures face down on the floor when I had gone through them all. I’m trying to calm down. God, how much I want to get into a gym to get rid of all of this agitation and accumulated tension.
I strongly inhale and end up giving a jerky exhale, already feeling my cheeks filling up with tears and my breath picking up the pace, ending up sobbing my eyes out.
I put my face in my hands, trying to stop the crying, but I don’t succeed. It became too strong for me to do that.
I'm feeling like I’m starting to succumb and tremble uncontrollably. I hug my knees and get into my safe position, which was there for me in my worst moments. I’m also talking about the loss of my grandparents when my heart got broken into a million pieces, and I now feel like it’s completely crumbling.
With this thought in my mind, I can’t stop crying, and I am feeling like the cascade in my eyes is only getting bigger.
