The stench of filth and mold fill my nose as I walk down the stairs. The heroine whore, her son, and what used to be her husband are soaked in blood, the motionless hand on the floor. Took him long enough to bleed out. The mother is asleep, but once she gets a hit of this she'll be sure to wake up. I step over dried puddles and crouch down near the woman. I got this from a well-known dealer. A man from Israel who mixes his smack with rat poison.
She rouses a bit, shakes her head, and her eyes flutter open a bit. Before she can talk I jam the syringe into her arm. Finding a vein isn't hard for me. I've done this before, far too many times. But I push out the thoughts before she can see any emotion. But she doesn't, she's consumed in the high. She looks blissful, but at the same time distraught. Three more times, and I'm done, and I get up before memories force themselves into my mind.
Meredith wasn't as bad as her husband or her son, but she still took it. She still got high instead of confronting her problems. And when you don't confront your problems, bad things happen. Especially with addictions. I guess she'll die doing what she loved. Two down, four to go.
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The chattering of my teeth wake me up, and the chill of the room passes over me like an icy kiss. I am still in my bra and panties, and as I shift around, the sting of the blows delivered to my ass finally register. I cry out a little and then automatically regret it, because I don't want him knowing I'm awake and coming in. There is a small ratty blanket underneath me and I maneuver legs to attempt to get it over me. I arch my back and bend my leg back, slipping it under blanket under me and flipping it over. I push my legs under and slightly jiggle to try to move the blanket up. It works, but it is still freezing.
My wrists, and ass, are sore and I don't think I've ever been more uncomfortable in my life. One time I was stuck outside because my father and mother went to a casino and didn't leave me any keys. I had to sleep outside in the shed. It was cold, dirty, and I'm pretty sure something was dead in there. But right now, being alone, vulnerable, naked, cold, trapped with a psycho? This beats it.
A cold truth hits me. I have no idea what has happened to my family. They aren't the greatest, but they're still family. My heart pangs and I consider every worst possible scenario ever. I just wish my mom was here to hold me. It sounds childish, but before she married that asshole, we were close. She wasn't getting high everyday and she didn't have black eyes. But when jobs failed, and addiction grew, she turned to a wealthy asshole named Richard, and the rest is history.
The doorknob starts to turn and wakes me out of my memories. Adrian saunters in, looking like a cat with a sly grin. I don't think I'll ever get used to his terrible beauty. I can't take my eyes off him as he pulls up a chair and sets it right in front of the bed. He eyes me, and I suddenly feel like I'm about to be beaten for having a blanket over me.
"Found yourself a blankie, I see."
"It's cold," I reply quickly. "I was just cold."
He seems to understand but I still feel uncomfortable, waiting for a blow.
"Well, maybe I can warm you up," he replies.
My heart rate speeds up as he gets up from the chair and sits on the bed. He crawls over me and his scent of cigarettes and coffee invades my nose. I advert my eyes from his piercing blue ones because if I look any longer I'll get lost.
Goosebumps arise as he lowers his head down to my neck, and slowly brushes his lips across it. I have the urge to run my fingers through his hair, and I notice it when my locked up hands start straining forward. He notices too, and quickly lifts his head up and I stop it immediately. I can't want him, I can't do that. The man is a psycho.
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I come into the room silently and see her beauty even in her worst state. She has somehow managed to get a blanket over herself. Smart. The knife in my back pocket is a cold reminder of what I am supposed to do. What I should do, and what I am going to do. No looking back and no second
thoughts. She has to go, I can't risk it. But I can have a little fun first. In the midst of our fun, I'll do it then. She'll be caught up, might even die happy or quicker. I don't know her sins. But looking at her now is making me want to throw the knife out the door and just kiss her all over.
I pull up the chair, " Found yourself a blankie, I see." Her reply is quick, and from the looks of it she isn't lying. Her teeth are chattering slightly and I see goosebumps covering her. "Well, maybe I can warm you up."
I crawl over her and look straight into her eyes, with so much intensity that she finally looks away and moves her head, exposing her neck. My first instinct is to bite it, claim her, mark her. Not like a vampire, but just like an animal. When sharks mate, the male bites the female, to claim her, possibly. I'm just acting on instinct.
But instead of marking her, my lips just brush, and I'm surprised. I hear a small gasp from her and chains rattling, and I don't think she notices it, but she's reaching for me. Straining for me. I feel my cock harden into her thigh, but I try to fight it. I look up and reach into my back pocket, and feel the knife. That's not what I'm looking for, I'm looking for the keys to her chains. I unlock them and her wrists are red. They droop to her sides, and I'm disappointed. But I shouldn't be. I rethink the having fun and decide to just get it over with right now.
She looks almost relaxed, and seconds pass while I'm still over her, and there is no talking. I squeeze my eyes shut, but then grab her by the waist, sticking her to me and forcing her chin up with my other arm. Rage fired inside me and I could hear her screaming, but it was tuning itself out as I grabbed the knife from my pocket and set it under her chin. The rage burns harder and harder as I imagine her like those men that night, and I dig the knife into her neck and move it just the slightest bit before I catch myself.
It's like the world dropped. It's like music stopped and all the noise and chatter and sounds in the world stops, and it was just an eerie silence. I feel something on my fingers and I notice it's her blood, dripping from the wound I made on her neck.
