Chapter 31
Anna
“What is this?”
My voice cracked and I stepped back, right into No One. His hands settled on my biceps, gripping and then rubbing up and down the length. It lasted all of a moment before his arms wrapped around my chest and he hugged me, nuzzling his face into my neck.
“A gift to the mother of my child. I’m setting you free, Annalise. For the first time in decades, I’m allowing you to take your time without any worries or repercussions for your actions. I told you this was going to happen. Did you think I was joking?”
He stepped to the side, keeping his arm around my back as he practically pushed me toward the brunette strapped to the metal table. My head was already shaking and my eyes stung. Tears streamed down my cheeks at the blink and I was trembling at the mere thought. I may have dreamed of this, but the good in me was in control. Anna didn’t want to hurt the girl. And that’s what she was—a girl. She couldn’t have older than eighteen, if that.
“I don’t want to do this,” I rushed out. “You can’t make me do this.” I tried to spin to the side, but his grip tightened and he locked onto me even harder. The panic at feeling trapped sent me right for him. My fist reared back and I swung at his chest with everything I had. The connection was solid, and all I was rewarded with was a grunt, but I didn’t stop. My arms went wild, hitting and trying to tear into his face and neck. Hands tried to wrestle mine and metal crashed as the contents of the tray went scattering over the floor. Pain exploded across my cheek and my vision blurred. Still, I didn’t give in. Yells, almost animalistic, tore from me, joining the woman crying out against the gag in her mouth.
“If you don’t stop, you’ll take her place!”
Fingers laced at the crown of my head, jerking me back. The jolt had me losing my balance. My legs were already so weak, it was hard to stand, more or less fight.
Just when I thought I was going to fall, stinging in my scalp increased and No One held me up by my thick hair. Pressure pushed into the side of my stomach and I caught my footing, tensing as I came to a still.
“How much do you care about this baby?” A broken-up sob left me as he pushed in harder. “You choose a life, Annalise. Will it be hers, or our child’s?”
“Please. Please, don’t make me do this.”
“You will do it, and you will not hold back, or so help me, I’ll kill all three of you. I want this, and you’re going to give it to me.”
No One steered me closer. His hold in my hair and on my stomach was so tight, I didn’t dare put up any more of a fight.
“I found some makeup in the bathroom you can use. Would you like that, Annalise?” His fingers dropped to the back of my neck and he stepped right up against me. A soft caress began to travel over my stomach and I held in the cries that wanted to continue.
“Lipstick?”
A soft chuckle shook his chest. “A bright pink color, and your favorite…red.”
“How do you know that?”
His hand dipped lower to my pussy, pressing into the bottom of the shirt I wore as he moved in circles. “It was on all your victims. Not pink, or some other color. Red. Always red.”
Darkness took over as I closed my lids to the pull I felt within. I could still see the woman’s hazel eyes. Her dark hair was cascading over the metal table so beautifully.
“Look at you.” He tugged the shirt up, making contact with my bare folds as he lowered to my ear. “You’re already so fucking wet. You want this badly, don’t you? I bet you’ve been dreaming about it for years.”
My head shook, even if a moan did escape at the plunge of his finger.
“Liar. You sweet, little, lying bitch. God, I want to fuck you right now. Right over her. I think I will when you finish. What do you think of that? Should I make your wildest fantasy come true? Both of us, bloody, hot with lust as we fuck on her dead corpse? Your detective would have never given you that.”
I tried to lunge to the side, but No One wrapped back around me before I could break free.
“I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t make me do this.”
We shifted as he reached over and handed me the lipstick. “Straddle her. Make us magic, Annalise.”
Before I could argue, he lifted me onto the table. He also had a scalpel and a hammer in his hand before I could obey.
“If you stop, refuse to go further, or act out against me at any time…” he wiggled the hammer, “I think you know what will happen.”
Slowly, he reached forward, placing the scalpel down on the table. The room seemed to tilt, but it hadn’t. I was moving, throwing my leg over her hips as I settled my pussy against the top of her slit. Terror had her wide eyes growing impossibly big as she stared up at me. They said so much. For the personality taking me over, they said nothing at all. I was deadening to every emotion except need. Primal, animalistic fucking need.
“Mmmph! Mmm-mmm!”
Hesitantly, I lowered, moving my chest closer to her breasts. They were slightly bigger than mine. Perfect, really. Yes, she had a natural beauty. It had my heart rate increasing as I scanned her face. There was a strap over her forehead holding her still. I blinked the increasing lust away, but it didn’t fade like I had hoped. My head shook hard and my bottom lip trembled.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I really am.”
I lowered, pressing my lips to hers. A deep sound was followed by her chest shaking through her heavy sobs. More tears fell from me and I lifted the lipstick, bringing the bright red color up. The ball in her mouth fit so securely, it pressed her full lips up. It was easier access and I almost couldn’t extend my arm. I stared between what I wanted and what I held.
Flashes of Braden flickered, and I knew I’d never make it back to him if I didn’t go along with No One’s plan. But would he even want me back after this? Would I want to go back? The perfect victim was before me and what No One had given me was equivalent to candy to a kid, lipstick to a whore, a bible to a Christian. It was a need I felt I couldn’t escape. Murder was who I was. It was what I had been raised on and the temptation was one I was going to fail without choice. I was in the devil’s playground and the admission was free. For now…
Bright red glided and tugged at the girl’s lips as I made my way around her mouth. The color sucked me in, and I let it. My other hand rose, and like riding a bike, I brushed back her hair, letting the intimacy explode between us. No One moved behind me, but I barely cared for his presence. He handed me things: blush, eyeshadows, and mascara. I stayed in my zone, seeing only her. When I brought the lipstick to my own lips and applied it, I felt myself subconsciously rock against her. And I was humming, just like my mother did in moments like this.
A hand pressed against the middle of my lower back, rubbing to grip into my ass. I jolted from my fog, realizing how far and easily I’d fallen. I didn’t feel like myself. I barely felt at all. Lust. That was there, but even so, it wasn’t what I was used to experiencing. It was a deeper vibration—one that went right from my clit to my core, driving me to keep moving.
“Make her bleed.”
The scalpel was pushed into my hand and No One held it there tightly as he fisted my hair again and sucked against my neck. Before I could react violently against him like I wanted, he stepped back. With his retreat, my anger stayed. My eyes felt huge, clearer, as I lifted and stared down at her breasts.
Terrified moans were coming from the girl again. I looked over, taking in my captor as he nudged in her direction. The need to try to kill him instead was there, but I knew I couldn’t afford the risk. I had to protect Braden’s child, no matter what that meant.
“Mm-mmmm.”
There was no hesitation as I turned back to her. I knew who I suddenly wanted her to be, and it wasn’t the girl on the table. The dark hair. She…
I kept eye contact, glaring as a roar tore from me. Jade appeared, only to fade and morph into Janneke. She’d hugged Braden. She probably wanted him as her own. She wasn’t as good as everyone thought. I knew her secrets. I knew what a slut she was.
My free hand shot to one of the girl’s breasts and I pushed up the skin just above her nipple, lifting the fleshy mound from where it creased underneath. Red pooled over the blade as I pushed hard into her cleavage. The screams meant nothing as my own yelling rose to overpower hers.
“Whore!”
“Yes!” No One yelled next to me. “More!”
“You fucking thought you were smart, didn’t you? You dumb cunt! Who the fuck do you think you’re messing with?”
I sliced into the underside, rounding my hand up to the outer area of her breast. The muscle grew loose under my palm, sliding down at my weight as I ripped the scalpel up to circle around. Sounds kept coming from me, and with them, the pain and anger consuming me from being a prisoner here.
Every part of me was colliding and combusting as soon as they impacted with each other. It was as though my brain was having some dangerous chemical reaction.
“I trusted you. I won’t let you get away with this. Do you hear me? I’m coming for you!”
I stabbed the scalpel into her other breast, once, twice. Blood sprayed out and drove me on. For such a smooth, precise tool, I began butchering her flesh with savage jerks and pulls. Just when I made progress in removing the breast, I began stabbing again. And again. No One kept cheering and egging me on, and for the life of me, I couldn’t stop. The more blood, the more monstrous I became.
My pussy slid down her thigh and I teased my clit with my motions. “Knife. Knife,” I yelled, shaking my hand impatiently. And just like that, he put a handle in my grasp. The girl was dead from the stabbings. I knew that. But I couldn’t stop. I thrust the tip in and dragged it down until I reached the lowest part of her stomach.
The knife fell from my grasp and I growled as I punched my fist inside her stomach. Blood and mush coated my fingers and I extended my digits, bringing my bloodied hand up to strike the dead girl’s face. I had never been violent in my past, but here, thinking about Janneke, I was.
I smeared crimson over cheek and eyes, rubbing my palm into her face hard and degradingly, then I reared back to strike her again.
“God, I fucking love you.”
Instinct had me going for the knife, but it was gone, as was the scalpel. No One flew to the table, tearing off my shirt and forcing me to lay on the girl. His cock was already out and he was so hard. I screamed, tearing into the girl’s shoulders while I tried using her as leverage to break free from the weight he had pinned to my back. Warmth was sticky and wet against my own stomach and breasts.
The smell began to register, and with it…the reality of what I had done. Pressure pushed into my pussy and the pain at his hard plunge only made me scream louder.
Was this what my life was coming to? Was this how it would be from now on? Or would I eventually be the corpse on the table? I couldn’t grasp an answer to anything. All I could hear was No One as he moaned my name and fucked me harder. To him, he got a dream come true. To me, I got a nightmare I may never escape.