It takes no time to clean up the evidence of our little tryst. She may be angry now, but all I feel is a deep-rooted sense of accomplishment.A fucking virgin, I laugh to myself. Will be a delight when I sink my cock into her fleshy cunt. For now, I’ll humor her and let her believe my intentions are nothing less than honorable.
HonorableandZain Larkdon’t even fit in the same sentence. I’ll creep around in her mind, taking up space.
I take my time heading back home. Gotta make sure she made it back to her dorm. I dig out my phone and pull up the camera in her room. Lights off. Empty. Void.
I roll my tongue against the flesh of my inner cheek and chuckle. She went to the party anyway. Clearly, I’m not satiating her curiosity. Too many useless fucks waiting totake advantage of innocent things such as her at these fuckin’ parties. Has she not learned her lesson? I can’t have her broken before I even get a chance to watch her unravel into my ideal disaster. Only I get to be that devil lurking on her doorstep.
Doesn’t take too long to figure out which house she’s gone to. Her little friend is sloppy and blasts her every move on social media. I’m not much for that shit, but if it makes the task at hand easier, then fuck it. I pull her roommate’s social media up. Picture after picture of Clara plastered, hanging on guys, is posted prominently. I scoff. Hope Kieran doesn’t see this shit.
After a bit more digging around, I locate the address. She is way too loose with her social media habits; she should learn a thing or two from Vesper, who I’ve researched extensively. She doesn’t have a single account. Thank Mommy and Daddy for that. I pop another molly and know I’m in for a wild ride double-dipping. Don’t expect her to be welcoming, not after I tossed her out like garbage and drugged her. Love it when they struggle. The fight is half the fun. I’m in tune to how much of an insane fuck I am. Women avoid me for that reason alone.
I enter the foggy courtyard, a cigarette hanging from my lips as I clop through the darkness. The larger upscale manors and older historical homes sit tucked away on the outskirts of campus. Bile fills my throat. I’ve avoided this lifestyle like the plague. I don’t want it. I don’t flaunt my shit like these rich fucks. Money means nothing to me. I blow through that shit like there’s no tomorrow. It pisses my dad off, if I can even call him that. He watches me piss away the inheritance on drugs. The high it offers is like nothing else I could spend it on. So, fuck it.
Stone columns line the houses in secession. Perfectly manicured lawns and fancy chandeliers fill each entryway. I pass through a set of tall black wrought iron gates as the fog dissipates. The loud bass boomsthrough the aged neighborhood. Slutty girls come into view doing anything they can to fuck these rich assholes. Doesn’t change much. Rich or poor, they just want a quick fuck and to feel like they can have any of these rich asswipes by the balls. They’re dim-witted if they think these Elites give two shits about anything other than their pussy.
I head to the side of the house and settle against the old stonework under the cover of darkness while I wait for her. I shroud myself in the shadows behind a column and drown in my nicotine fix while I wait for the molly to enter my system.
Right on cue, she exits through the front door.Alone. I’d bet my last fuckin’ dollar Kieran is the reason for that. His fixation with Clara is borderline unhealthy. Not my place to give a fuck. Kieran denies it up and down, but it’s obvious as fuck. I slink in the shadows as I follow her through the darkness, staying cloaked like a snake in the grass, bloodstained clothes and all. She’s unaware of my presence. Such a shame she wasn’t taught self-awareness. Her eyes are glued to her phone. Anyone could come out and do insidious things to her. My mind begins to wonder about the taste of her blood again. Sweet and decadent. Fucking intoxicating.
Even though I just satiated my inner demons, they’re already importuning me to do awful, sinful things to her. Where she used to quiet my demons, she now drives them to delirium. That alone is scary as fuck. She has the same effect as my other less-harmful addictions that I can freely indulge in. They don’t threaten my inner being the way she does. Keeping her sounds tempting. Could lock her inside my basement and fuck her when I need my fix. Use her for my own selfish needs. I quickly shake the thought. The minute I implement my plan, she’ll be gone from my life. Tossed to the side, and she can be someone else’s mess to fuckin’ pick up.I wait until she makes it back to campus before I stalkup behind her. She punches in her code before my hand slams against the glass, preventing the door from opening. She spins around and drops her phone onto the concrete. Her little body shrinks against the glass like the helpless thing she is. A look of shock is quickly replaced by anger. I see she’s cleaned the remnants of our playtime from her face. Such a shame, she’s a masterpiece painted in my blood.
“What the hell, Zain!” She slaps my chest. I smile wide like the Joker.
“Now, why are you walking home alone, little songbird? Campus is a dangerous place. Wouldn’t want you getting hurt again.” My slow words send a foreboding message.
Her face turns grim. “What I do is not your business,” she says defiantly. “Especially after drugging me and taking advantage of me!” Her words are shaky and wavering. Her eyes study my bloodshot ones.
My hands fly out and slam against the glass door, making it rattle. Her little body trembles. I inhale her scent. A rush pulses through my veins, stronger than any drug.
“You asked for it,” I whisper aggressively in her ear.
Her breath, hot and panting, warm my neck. “I didn’t ask for you to drug me, toss me aside, and then stalk me like a psycho,” she spits.
A deep, rumbling, cynical laugh fills my chest. “Oh no. I saved you,” I justify my vicious actions. She doesn’t know the half of it. She feeds my psychosis. Reining in my fanatical behavior for now is proving more difficult than planned. “You wanted a good time. You got it,” I supply, pushing off from the door, giving her the illusion of space.
“This is crazy,” she whispers. “None of this is normal.” She shakes her head violently.
No. None of this shit is normal. In no capacity do I understand what normal even fuckin’ is.
Her eyes betray her, showing her deception. Her body screams pleasure, but her eyes scream fear. If I was a better person, I’d feel sympathy, but instead I feel nothing but the urge to fuck her against this door and destroy any good thing left inside of her. I want her broken like me.
“Go to bed, Vesper. If you need pleasure, you know where to find me,“ I command. Her eyes can hardly contain her curiosity. She’s hooked. Was too damn easy. She looks at me like a wounded animal, then tucks tail and retreats into the dorm. Without a word, I bend down and retrieve her phone, pocketingit.
“You couldn’t have lost it! You hardly use it!” Clara exclaims. She digs around the end tables and nightstands, tossing books and old, empty Styrofoam coffee cups aside.
I toss my hands up, defeated. “Well this sucks! Dad’s going to have a cow! I’ve been putting off texting him. I’m supposed to go home for Thanksgiving,” I whine. My new iPhone is only a few months old. My brain is in a fog from whatever stupid drug he put under my tongue. I’m still furious with him for treating me like total trash after I finally opened up enough to do anything with a guy. Mother always preached how sacred my body is.
Truthfully, I thought it would feel forbidden and dirty, but instead I may be addicted to the pleasure. It was a rush I’ve never experienced before. The knife didn’t scare me as much as it turned me on. If my mother knew, she would find my behavior abhorrent and sinful.
“Do you have the locate option on?” she asks, poking her head underneath the bed. I could kick myself for not turning it on. I shake my head. “Nope,” I grumble. I guess
I’m going to have to get a replacement at the store.
“Can I use your phone to text my dad? I’m honestly surprised they haven’t called the school with my refusal to answer their texts.”
She tosses me her glittery pink iPhone. “Yeah sure.”
Luckily I’d memorized their numbers over the years. They said it was important that I always had a way to contact them.
