Chapter 23
No One
Curiosity…maybe even greed, got the best of me. I had meant to make her death one that would last within me forever. Truth was, what could I do to her that was any different than what I’d done to the others? How would it give me the gratification or lasting impact I needed?
It couldn’t.
I wasn’t naïve. I knew killing Annalise wouldn’t make me stop. But she was right about one thing. Her torture and captivity would be my greatest thrill. At least…until it wore off. How long that would be, I didn’t know, but I was going to find out.
I was in no rush. The world may have known who I was, but they’d never find me. I was positive of that. With the amount of supplies I had, I wouldn’t have to leave this place for months. By that time, the Rock River Killer would be a distant memory. Then, I’d be gone. So far away from here, no one would ever find me.
Click.
I circled around Annalise, snapping pictures of her nude body dangling from the ceiling. She had passed out nearly a half hour ago from shock. And I had let her. The way the blood ran down her entire body, no one would ever know she was alive. I’d even rubbed red across her face and cheeks. As far as the bastard detective would know, she was as good as dead. And I had better plans. He’d believe it was his fault.
A moan had her head lifting the smallest amount. I leaned forward and pushed her hair back again to make sure her face was visible in the shot.
Click.
Click.
I moved around to the back, getting shots of the lacerations along her back, ass, and sides. Then I moved to a close-up of the missing finger. It was brutality at its most beautiful. The images would scar the detective’s mind. What I was doing would be with him for the rest of his life, and there was a beauty in that too.
“B-ra…” A deep inhale had Anna’s chest rising. Her legs tried to straighten, only to buckle and collapse again.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Lowering the camera, I set it on the metal table next to the finger and walked back toward her. Hesitantly, I grabbed the end of the gloves, feeling my heart race as I pulled them free and let them drop to the ground. No more caution. No more being safe. There was no reason to.
When my palm traced up her inner thigh, Annalise jolted, but once again went limp. My cock was so hard as I moved in to touch her pussy. My pussy. She’d be mine, and not just for a few days or weeks. I’d keep her until I ran out of supplies and it was safe to leave here for good. That would buy me a few months. Even better, I would leave here with no regrets.
“Bra-den.”
The name was barely recognizable through her soft tone. She still wasn’t conscious all the way. Hell, her head was still down and her knees bent.
I brought my hand higher, rubbing my fingers over her slit. I had known what was coming. It was the reason I’d stripped before taking the pictures.
“Weak and bleeding out for me. I think I’m going to enjoy this a lot more than you are.”
The pad of my finger pushed in between her folds, separating her. Wetness at her opening had me biting my lower lip through the moan that wanted to come. Waiting was the best thing I could have done. Through all the torture, all the beatings and foreplay I’d given her, I was out of my mind with wanting to fuck her.
“P-Please.”
Again, she could barely speak. I inched my finger into her pussy, watching as awareness began to make itself known to her. Annalise pushed to try to support herself, rocking forward at the effort. The barely existent cries had me moving in behind her as I rubbed my cock against her ass and continued to tease her with the soft thrusts of my finger. When my other hand pressed over her clit, her voice strengthened through her nonconsensual pleas.
“Kill me, but don’t…no. Stop!”
“Stop what?”
I withdrew my finger and lowered enough to let my cock rub against her entrance. The contact and heat alone nearly made me come. Her wetness was increasing. I used it to slide my length along her slit. It wasn’t long before I was gripping her hips and gritting my teeth at the friction and sensations. I had never had sex with a woman without protection. It wasn’t my style. But what did I have to lose? She was going to die anyway. And I’d get rid of her for good. They’d never know or have the evidence they needed to prove shit.
“You’re so hot for me.”
I dipped low, letting the head of my cock stretch her. Annalise tried twisting her body, but I held her hips securely as I plunged forward. The scream, the tight, wet, heat as I tore through…a moan exploded from me as I locked onto her harder. Fiercely, she tried to fight, but that only had me pulling her to meet my thrusts. They were savage and became even more so with every second that ticked by. With the raw contact, I never stood a chance. The need to pull out almost had me caving, but I refused to let her see any form of weakness from me. I fucked her for me. For what I wanted. And when I came, I came hard, shooting into her with a force that left me moaning and rubbing my face against the lacerations at the top of her back. Blood smeared over my nose and cheek and I turned, flattening my tongue over her skin to take her into me for real. Mine. And this was only the beginning. I wasn’t even out of her and I wanted to fuck her again. I wanted to make her bleed more.