Anger is an emotion I am well versed in thanks to the life I’ve been forced to live and the things that have happened during it, none of which amount to the anger coursing through my body in this moment. Confusion mixed with a rage stronger than I’ve felt before courses through my veins.
How could she let him touch her? I thought we both felt something in our moment at Rustic Roast.
After watching Jonah touch my girl through the crack in the door, I pity anyone who gets in my way tonight. I watched the fucking show Jonah put on. It was pathetic, really, and I could tell by my girl’s face she didn’t even finish. She wasn’t even close. Not that I can blame her. He was probably done before his tiny dick was even inside her.
I twirl my favorite blade between my fingers, remembering the way he pushed her to her knees, and blew his load all over her perfect little face like she was just some slut he picked up at the local bar.
Like she was his.
Tucking my blade back inside my jacket, I pace with my fists clenched at my sides so tightly it hurts.
My rage grows as I replay every second, every sound she made while he was inside her. It took every ounce of self-control in me not to burst in and slit his throat while she watched.
Then maybe she’d see how badly she needs a real man in her life, not some mama’s boy who can’t even keep it up long enough to please her. She deserves to be devoured, catered to like a goddamn queen, and since Jonah clearly doesn’t have it in him or his micro dick, I’ll have to do it…
After I make sure Jonah won’t have the ability to let down any other women again, ever again.
As if that wasn’t enough, when my little nightmare tries to rejoin the party, he has to come fuck that up too, holding her head under the water in the apple bobbing game while he and his buddies laugh. I want to kill him right here and now, in front of every fucker at this party, and the only thing that keeps me from giving in to that need is her. The moment he lets her up and her ghostly eyes lock with mine through the flames, my heart stops beating. I feel seen, exposed, and I can tell by the way her eyes stare back at me, that she feels it too, my little nightmare.
Jonah will get his, though. He thinks it’s so funny to touch what isn’t his. I’ll show him just how funny it can be when I carve a permanent smile into his face, and my girl will see what happens when she lets others touch what belongs to me. She will learn her lesson.
Sloan finds her in the crowd and is visibly surprised to find Cara soaking wet. She appears to be concerned for her friend once again, and they exchange words though drunken motions. My girl is so drunk she can barely keep her eyes open, and Sloan doesn’t look far behind.
They return to the house together, and I’m hypnotized by each sway of my girl’s hips.
The girls drink heavily for well over an hour before they stumble into the street, searching the line of cars for theirs.
My little nightmare is still somehow carrying her strappy silver heels along in her hand, clinging to them as they smack against her tightly toned legs.
“I already called us an Uber,” Sloan mumbles as she trips over a pebble in the gravel.
Perfect.
I walk past them, stopping at a small black car parked down a ways from them. Leaning against it, I pull out my phone. Opening the browser, all it takes is a few simple codes to have the cab app on my phone and have access to everything I need. I cancel the cab Sloan called and quickly tuck it back into the pocket of my leather jacket.
Pushing myself off the car, I head back towards the party in search of a different kind of prey, the one who won’t notice a set of car keys missing. With how drunk these idiots are, it should be easy picking.
I stick to the people outside, striding across the vast lawn of wild grass, toward the fire pit by the water. A few people are passed out against wooden logs around the flames, some are too distracted making out to notice me, and others are too zoned out in the flames to care what’s happening around them. A totally different vibe than the party happening over in the house. As I make my way past them, I trip but manage to save it and stay on my feet.
“What the fuck,” I curse through my mask with clenched teeth. When I look down, I find a guy dressed in a yellow sponge costume passed out in the grass. My head falls back as I inhale deeply, doing my best not to lose control.
Once I’m calm, I reach down, searching his pockets for keys. If he slept through me tripping over him, this isn’t going to wake him. In his right pocket, I find some pre-rolled joints tucked away inside a zip-lock baggie.
Cocking a brow, I tuck them inside my jacket with my blade. I might need those later. Sliding my hand into his left pocket, I find a neon pink lighter, a condom, and a set of keys. Thank fuck.
With the sponge’s keys in hand, I jog back toward the rows of parked cars and press the button on the key fob. The lights on a small silver Honda Civic light up a few cars away, so I run over and climb in.
Taking off my mask, I search the backseat for something to change into. As luck would have it, I find a red hoodie. Sliding out of my jacket, I toss it to the passenger floor with my mask and pull the hoodie over my head. It smells like shit, but it will have to do.
Pulling out my phone, I bring up the cab app and enter my codes. I type in the make and model of the car I just borrowed before sending a text to Sloan’s phone through the app, letting her know their driver has arrived before starting up the engine and backing out of the spot to make my way over to where I left my girl waiting.
When I pull up beside them, it’s obvious they’re feeling the full effect of the night chill, even with the insane amounts of alcohol coursing through their veins. They waste no time climbing in the back of my new car. My girl staggers in first, taking the seat behind mine as Sloan slides in beside her.
The car immediately fills with her vanilla cinnamon scent. My eyes flutter, rolling back as I inhale deeply, taking a hit of what’s mine.
“Eleven October Lane,” my little nightmare stammers.
I turn my head back to her, acting like I didn’t already know her address. I know exactly where we’re going. Her once-perfect makeup is smeared all over her gorgeous face, and her skin is flush and pink from the cold. This is the closest I’ve been to her all night, and she’s even more perfect than I remember.
“Heyyy, I remember youuu,” she smears her words together, giving me a taste of the alcohol on her breath.
Sloan is quick to try and hush her with uncoordinated hands while giving me an apologetic look. I offer her a smile and nod before turning the car down the gravel road and back into town.
The girls are quiet most of the drive, sliding in and out of consciousness as the alcohol takes a deeper root. There’s an occasional moan that slips from my girl’s lips as she fights sleep, and it has my cock twitching beneath my pants.
After a short ride, I pull up to Eleven October Lane and find the black gothic-style Victorian house I’d been studying on satellite images earlier. The Halloween décor catches my eye, and I can’t help but imagine how much effort she put into sprucing up her yard.
I carry both girls down the pathway leading to the porch, then up the steps covered in jack-o’-lanterns that have been long blown out. Sloan fumbles for her keys when I set her in front of the door. She’s slightly more coherent than Cara as she unlocks the door. I scoop my barely conscious little nightmare up in my arms, carrying her through the doorway and into the heated house. I head into the large living room with my girl in my arms and Sloan hanging onto me for support. When we reach the couch, Sloan kicks off her shoes and grabs a throw blanket off the arm.
“You’re strong,” my girl mumbles. “Can you carry me everywhere? So I don’t have to walk ever again? Imagine… Oh, you should come to the party tomorrow. You can carry me around.”
“Oh my god, yes, can you carry me around too?” Sloan slurs as she drunkenly plops down on one corner of the large L-shaped couch.
“Yeah? What party is that?” I ask with a smirk, curious about what my little nightmare has planned for Halloween Night as I lay her down carefully on the other end of the couch.
“It’s at the pumpkin patch. You have to come! It will be so fun…” she mumbles as she curls up into a ball and dozes off.
Her friend doesn’t last long either, passing out on the opposite side of the couch. Grabbing a thick blanket from the back of the couch, I cover my girl up before sliding my phone from my pocket.
Pulling the protective case off, I pop out three small micro-cameras and place one on the shelf next to her hallway, making sure it allows me to view the whole main floor of the house. I slip into the hallway, find the stairs, and quietly sneak up.
When I reach the top I find a bathroom, a guest room, and my girl’s room. I slide the creaky door open and step inside. Her heavenly scent of vanilla and cinnamon is stronger here than anywhere else, and I want to fucking bathe in it.
I place a camera on a picture frame she has hanging on the wall, pointing it at her vanity and closet so I never miss a chance to watch my girl get ready for me. With the camera secured, I begin to leave the room, not wanting to dwell any longer. My schedule is fully booked tonight, and I’ve got plans with Jonah.
Turning to leave, my eyes fall to the ground, where I notice a pair of black lace panties. Bending down, I pick them up and bring them to my nose, inhaling her sweet scent.
Fuck.
My cock hardens instantly.
She even smells like mine.
She left these here on purpose.
She wanted them to be found.
“Such a naughty girl,” I smirk, thoroughly enjoying this game my girl is playing with me.
Once back on the main floor, I place my last camera by the front door, allowing me to see who comes and goes before making my way back to my borrowed car.
With my girl safely passed out on her couch, and cameras stashed around, my thoughts return to Jonah, and his treatment of my girl tonight. Sticking the keys in the ignition, I turn over the engine and grip the steering wheel tightly in my hands… hands that will soon be coated in his blood.
I head back towards the party, grinning with feral excitement as my eyes land on my discarded mask on the floor. I have a hot date tomorrow night, and I’m in need of a new costume.
Arriving back at the party, the music is still blasting, but most people have cleared out. I park the small Honda in the lot and turn it off, leaving the keys in the ignition before grabbing my jacket and mask. I pull the jacket on over the borrowed hoodie and slide my mask over my head before stalking off toward the house. I scan the crowd with a predatory focus, sorting through the few remaining people in search of my prey, but unlike my little nightmare, this prey I don’t plan to keep.
