One: replace her birth control tablet with placebos. That was not easy, to be frank. Her big, American bodyguard is always around.
Two: hire the band she loved very much for a ridiculous amount of money to get back together for just one night.
Three: make sure no one else in her little English friend group goes to the concert.
Four: make her see we belong together. Or, get her pregnant and when she remembers the wild night we had together, she’ll realize it’s mine and she'll be my wife. If the child is a boy, I’ll get snipped immediately. If not, it can have a little accident and then Sabrina will just be mine again. And then we’ll do the genetic lab baby thing.
I almost hit the floor with the goth-garb she has on. Her hair is ice-blonde, and her makeup just a tad bit heavier. But she is still beautiful. Her rail-thin frame makes her look so much shorter than she is. I’ll have to use less GHB than I brought, she’s so skinny. After all, I want her to be pliable and remember tonight. Not deadweight.
She trusts the first drink I give her. Then the second.
On the third I put three little drops. When I see her swaying and doing her best to hold herself up but failing, I catch her. She’s responsive.That’swhat matters. I pull her to me, then bend to pick her up bridal-style. I carry her out and into my car, buckling her in the passenger seat. Then, I drive us out to a dark playground where there’s a pond nearby. I remove her seatbelt. “Sabrina, can you hear me?”
“Parkerhm?”
My brows furrow. “Kane, darling, remember?”
Her eyes cross as I lean in, kissing her supple lips. She moans, lips parting, hands going around my neck and pulling me down. “Mmmph… Parker…?” she pulls away but I kiss her again. And again. She clings to me.
She pulls away again, confusion in her gaze and she pushes at me. “No!” I kiss her lips, kissing her harder. “Don’t!” she grunts between kisses. “Stop!” she repeats herself, as I pull her top down, feast on her small breasts and spread her thighs open, skirt riding up. “No… Don’t… stop.” she moans out weakly as her eyes flutter closed and her hands fall limp.
“Shhh Sabrina… I got you…” I reply, kissing lower. I ravage her pussy until her liquid seeps out of her, so wet. I suppose the medical journals were right and female ejaculation is partially piss. I knew she wanted this. Wanted me. I drink every drop. Lapping her up. She’s facing away from me when I unfasten my trousers.
She cries out and pushes against me.
“Stop it Sabrina, you wanted this, remember, princess? You said, ‘No, don’t stop.’ Well, I’m giving you exactly what you want.”
“Parker?”
“No, Kane darling.” The car moves with each of my thrusts. She begins to cry, and her hands fly up to my face. It soothes something in me. I come violently.
Eight Months Ago
“Youdruggedme.”
“Not enough that you didn't want it.”
"No wonder you had to drug me to rape me. I didn't want you sober, and I didn't even want you drugged...”
Her words echo amidst the music from above, the chattering, the body swirling around us.Rapeher? I didn't rape her. I madeloveto her. I was gentle. I licked up every drop. Why can’t she see I even took care of her? I don’t understand.
Charlie’s voice whirls around me in a mocking tone, louder than the music.“She will never want you. She will never love you….”
Yes she will. I just have to make her see that.
Present Day
I’ve been standing here, at the window of the library since my grandfather asked; “What’s the point in having a sword if you don’t get it bloody?” staring down at the snow-blanketed front lawn of my familial home. Reminiscing.
“She is a farce!”
“I never wanted you!”
“She will never want you… She will never love you…”
“Open your eyes, Kanedrew!”
“You willneverbe good enough for her.”
