Chapter 38
No One
Blonde, brunette, redhead—the women didn’t matter. Not a single one. They weren’t giving me the fix I needed. They weren’t Annalise. They weren’t that conniving, manipulative bitch who had spent months lying to me. Why the fuck had I let her live? Why had I even taken her to the hospital? For a child that wasn’t mine?
I didn’t believe it at first. I thought it had been a cover-up—a way for her to get more sympathy for being taken while pregnant with an honorable detective’s child. Not by getting knocked up by some monster killer. But I came across no evidence or reports of her being pregnant by me. That fucking detective’s last name was on what I thought was my child’s gravestone. His name! And I’d seen footage of the funeral. He’d been at Anna’s side the entire time, consoling her as she fell to pieces.
Fucking bitch. Her release put me in more jeopardy than ever. The FBI was hot on my tail, and my picture and name was posted everywhere. I hoped she was hurting for what I’d done to her. I wanted her to suffer for fucking up my life more than anything in the world. And she would. In time, I’d get her back, and when I did, the love I’d felt for her wouldn’t save her ass this time.
“Please. P-Please!”
My eyes lowered, only to turn into angry slits as I glared at the blonde tied to my metal table. Deep lacerations were etched just above her cheekbones and blood streamed around the bowed, pouty lips I had carved above her own. I knew I was trying to draw Annalise onto her. It didn’t matter that they had some similarities. It wasn’t helping sate this ticking time bomb resting within.
I stayed quiet as I let Annalise’s features take me over again. For someone who hated her so much, the aching in my chest told a different story. Another lie, or so I wished. For someone who couldn’t love, I did, in my own way. I loved her with loathing—with detestation and abhorrence. The longing that caused flames to lick over the insides of my chest were like nothing I had felt before. One moment of sympathy for a child who wasn’t mine and I lost the woman whose last breath I wanted to inhale inside me forever. Just thinking about hate-fucking her made my cock hard.
The tip of the scalpel entered the woman’s cheek at my hard push and blood rushed against the silver metal. In slow precision, I let the daisy begin to take shape. Screams wailed around me, but I barely heard them as I focused on the vision of Annalise. The amount of deep red smearing against the side of my glove as I arched the petal was a sigh of relief. To cut her and make her my Annalise gave me seconds of calming. The obsession was so thick inside me, with enough concentration, it was almost as if she was right here.
“Did you think I wouldn’t find out? That I wouldn’t know or get you back?”
The echo of screams increased. I pushed the tool deeper, dazing as I traced down to the circle in the center. The smell of death perfumed around me, driving me even more into my mind. Annalise would rot like the corpses I had piled in the far corner. I’d keep her, and not because I had to, like with these women. I’d bask in her presence until the day I died. She could stay here even after her death and watch me bring her back to life through these women. They’d never be as beautiful as her, but I could fix that. Just like I was doing with my current blonde.
I reached up, gathering blood as I began to trace and fill in her now pouty lips. Red lips. Always red. Killer lips.
“I don’t want to die! Please! Somebody help me!”
My teeth clenched together as the woman on my table came back to me. Not Annalise. No, her name was Leslie. Leslie Sharpova from three houses down, who just happened to be walking her now dead dog.
Calmly, I turned, glancing down. An array of tools rested on the tray and I hated how none of them appealed. They hadn’t since before the real Annalise had come into my life and fucked everything up.
“Somebody! Anyone, please! Help!”
A sigh left me. I wanted nothing more than to stab into her throat to shut her up. If it weren’t for the anxiety that enveloped not getting a new victim again soon, I would have shredded through every inch of her skin like scissors through paper.
“Why are d-doing this?”
Sobs shook her body and her shoulders wiggled as she tried to move. With the strap over her forehead locking her into place, she couldn’t turn away.
“You’re sick. Fucking sick! Help!”
“Sick?” I wiped the blood from her cheek, exposing the flower. “No. I’d like to think I’m awakened and not restrained by the laws of society. I do what I want. Tonight, that’s to watch you bleed.”
I lowered the scalpel to hover over her generous bare breasts. Her fear and trembling lips brought a smile to my face, but I barely saw her anymore. Annalise reappeared, cutting the breasts off those women I made her kill. Then…she was taking their place on the table. Laying before me. Staring up at me with those big, brown eyes.
I licked my lips, moving from her stomach and hips to stop just over the landing strip resting above the apex of her thighs. Shallow breaths slowed as if she was afraid to breathe. The change alone brought out my lust.
“You’re going to pay for lying to me. You gave me your word. Do you think you can so easily walk away from that? Your brat may be dead, but you still belong to me. I’m going to get you back and you’re going to spend the rest of your days begging me for mercy.”
Screams increased in volume as I dipped between her spread thighs. The familiar sweet smell of her skin wafted around me. I knew Annalise’s scent was a phantom smell, but I basked in it, letting it completely engulf me as I pushed the tip of the scalpel an inch above her knee and slowly cut up toward her pussy.
“Ahh! Ahh! No! N-No!”
The last stretched out, but nothing was breaking the wall of wonder captivating my happy soul. Blood ran like a river over her pale skin and I pushed in deeper, reaching her innermost thigh. Flesh shook with her erratic breathing and attempted movement, which only fed my need to see her suffer even more.
“What pleasure you must have felt at tricking me. I bet you thought I was a fool for believing you.”
“Please!”
“For all I know, I know nothing and this entire thing is fake. Maybe the baby was mine. Maybe it was mine and you killed it yourself! You were here alone. I bet you did, didn’t you? Didn’t you!”
“No! No!”
“You didn’t want it! You never wanted my child. Was that why you were bleeding? Because you killed my son?”
I ripped the blade, slashing through the remaining length of her leg. A deep gasp sounded through her shock and pain, and screams exploded as I stabbed the scalpel and my fist into her pussy. And I didn’t stop through all my fury. Time slowed and my arm drew back. All I saw was the dark red coating my fingers while I continuously punched forward, embedding the tip into her entrance and folds. I wasn’t sure how many times I had stabbed or how much time had gone by. The screaming had stopped, and my arm was so heavy, I could hardly lift it. Sweat raced down my face, drenching the short, dark hair I’d allowed to return to my head.
Red mutilated flesh sucked me in. I blinked through the sight and could barely unbutton my pants fast enough. To see Annalise like this…to have her so hurt and exposed, left a roar spilling from my throat. My legs thrashed to get the pants free and I scrambled onto the table. Warm, slick heat met the head of my cock and there was no hesitation in slamming myself deep inside. Blinding imagines took over, leaving me almost animalistic in my fucking. I dove down, sinking my teeth into the junction of her neck. Where I used to be so careful not to give way to everything I wanted, I lost. I was spiraling into a darkness within my mind so pitch black, even I couldn’t control my urges.
A metallic taste tingled my tongue and I sucked harder, jerking my head to the side to rip her skin open just as she had done to me. I needed to taste her. To have her inside every inch of my being. The vibrations against my teeth hummed, and the most beautiful melody of ravenous sounds broke through the air. What I had said to her rang true. I was awakened. I was free.