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nineteen

The Monster

Jameson

Sitting in an all white circular room, my nose burns from the strong stench of bleach and chemicals. I fucking hate hospitals, it desensitizes my carnal urge for blood. I’ve been stuck in this place for far too long and I need out, but I have to get this done and over with so I can have my girl.

Apparently it was necessary to strap me down to this chair for everyone’s protection until the drug is administered into my veins. My patience is wearing thin being like this. The rage slowly buildsas my blood boils every second that I’m confined like a wild animal.

“I still can’t believe you let him do this to you.”

“Always a disappointment, Little Boy Blue.”

“Let The Carver out to play and this will be over with quickly.”

The voices taunt me as I continue to wage a war in my mind for allowing this to happen. Jade is why I’m doing this. I need her. No one understands that, my father especially. But I’m beyond sick of being his puppet, I just want out. “Fuck!” I growl, pulling at the straps that hold me in place.

“Come on, let him free.”

“You know you want to.”

“Carver, Carver, Carver.”

I shake my head to rid the voices that are always running their mouths. “Would you three shut the fuck up?” I spit and three different sinister laughs greet my ears. I haven’t heard them in such a long time being that I let The Carver out more now than ever. They continue to chant The Carvers name and I squeeze my eyes shut and try to think about anything other than unleashing the beast. Even if I let him out, we are still stuck in these fucking straps, but I don’t need the monster ruining the plans just yet.

A door slides open and a team of people, along with my father, enter the room.

“Is this controlled enough for you?” he asks with a smirk, his condescending tone dripping from his lips.

“It will do, as long as I’m free from these confines.” I say, watching as the people dressed in all white get to work around me. A nurse approaches me with a syringe filled with teal liquid.

“Alright son, well, I’m glad the accommodations are to your liking. Athena is going to dispense the drug into your veins now and Micheal is going to unbuckle your straps. It will take about two minutes for the drug to take effect. We will leave the room and give you a moment to get your bearings. Then we will get started.” He informs with a nod.

“Fine, let's get this party started, shall we?” I smile, refusing to let him know I’m annoyed. The voices continue to chant in my mind as Athena wraps my bicep tightly with a band, before rubbing a cold alcohol swab over the crease of my inner elbow and sliding the needle into my vein. A sudden rush of heat fills every inch of my body as the room spins and bright colors litter my vision in a hypnotizing circle that I cannot focus on. Everything is spinning.

Slumping back into the chair, I feel cold hands unbuckle the straps to my wrists, ankles and stomach. Yes, I’m free, but I’m frozen in the spot as everything goes white and my ears start to ring. I close my eyes tightly as my heart rate spikes, rapidly beating in my chest. Taking a few deep breaths, the smell of blood hits my nostrils and I growl, needing to feel it, taste it, bathe in it. The urge to find the source is overpowering.

I open my eyes and see a girl standing at the far side of the room wearing nothing but a hospital gown. Her long black hair is matted around her blood stained face. I force myself to get up out of the chair, needing to see her. Touch her. Stepping closer, my eyes focus and my heart skips a beat.

“Jade, is that you?” I say as my voice echoes the room. She puts her bloody hand out to reach for me and I step closer, cupping her face to look into her emerald green eyes.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” I ask, cautiously looking over her as tears stream down her face.

“I’m scared, Jamie. I’m so fucking scared.” She cries out, but her voice is different, it’s deeper, and her eyes; all I see is sadness, hurt and worry.

“Don’t be scared. I’m right here, Princess. No one will hurt you.” I assure her as I bring her lips to mine, but before I can feel them pressed against me, she pushes me away.

“I killed them, how can you want me when I killed them all?” She says, but I grab her, wrapping my hand around her throat.

“Don’t push me away,” I growl, “I haven’t felt you in my arms in weeks baby. I fucking need you.”Pleading not to let go, but she shakes her head.

“I killed them. I killed them all.” She repeats, but I don’t care who she killed, I just need to feel her. Gripping her hip with my free hand, she resists, further pissing me off.

“Please, Princess. Stop. It’s me. No one will hurt you.” I whisper, so consumed with the fact that she’s finally in front of me, in this room, but won’t let me touch her the way I need to. The intercom blares through the ceiling and I grit my teeth at the scratchy sound. Her eyes widen as the voice starts to speak.

“Remove the knife from her grasp.” The deep voice orders. I look down at the metal as I release her throat and she takes a step back.

“No, it’s the only weapon I have.” She whines like a frightened little rat.

“Take it from her and slice her throat.”

“Poor Little Boy Blue, cat got your tongue.”

“Do it Carver, carve her ass up.”

I shake my head to rid the thoughts, take a step back, and close my eyes tightly trying to concentrate, but something inside me wants her blood. The smell is so pungent and I roar because I can’t take it anymore. Opening my eyes, I see red, nothing but blood dripping along the walls like a canvas. Lights suddenly flash and thenit's gone, but Jade still remains standing there with the knife, staring at me with a frightened look on her face. I storm over to her and she swipes the knife at my face, pulling back just in time for her to miss. Gripping her wrist tightly, I apply enough pressure that she drops the knife and it clatters against the floor.

“If you want me dead, you’re going to have to try harder than that, you little bitch.” I spit through gritted teeth.

“Fuck you!” She screams as she slaps me across the face with her free hand, only for me to spin her, taking both of them roughly and pulling them behind her back.

“Ahh, there’s my girl. All attitude and venom. How I’ve missed you,” I growl as she thrashes against me.

“Keep grinding that ass against my cock and you’re going to find it deep inside that tight hole and surprise, Princess, I have no lube. Just your blood, baby.” I laugh, but she continues to fight me, trying to get out of my hold as she screams.

“You should already know that your screams summon the monster, and he’s got nothing but a hard cock for you, bitch.” I growl, licking the side of her face. The intercom goes off again, my ears bleeding from the fucking scratching sound echoing around the room.

“Strip her from the gown and make her submit to you.” The deep voice orders and I shove her into the nearest wall, smashing her face in the process. She screams again as I rip the gown from her body. A sudden rush of heat fills my veins and I roar causing her to scream some more.

“You will never make me submit. You’re a little bitch, just like your mother.” She spits and I grip her hair in my fist, pulling it back and smashing her face against the wall again.

“You can’t kill me. Fucking pussy.” She growls and I spin her around, throwing her to the floor. She falls on her face, smashing her knees hard to the ground. She groans as she grabs the knife holding it up at me.

“Did you forget, I love blood play, you cunt.” I spit as I stalk over to her. She swipes the knife at me again, slicing across my forearm. I take a hold of her legs as she continues to swing the knife at me, but I don’t feel the slices she’s leaving in her wake, I don’t hear her screams either, all I see is blood, all I smell is blood. I wretch her legs open as she continues to swing wildly and I smile sinisterly as I take my cock out and rub it through her slit. She freezes as I take the knife from her grip and hold it to her neck. Smiling as I begin slamming my cock into her, she is completely unmoving, just taking it.

“Looks like your submitting now, you fucking slut.” I smile, licking the blood from my forearm and spitting it in her face. She thrashes as I continue to pound into her wet cunt.

“I fucking love when your full of blood! Take my cock, you stupid whore.” I groan as I relentlessly slam in and out of her.

“No one cares, asshole!” She spits as the room flashes and I see my mother beneath me with tears in her eyes. Then flashes of colors hit my vision again and Amelia is under me, but when the lights flash again, her head isn’t attached to the body I’m pounding into. The room spins and all the colors of the rainbow litter my vision and nausea hits my stomach, but I muscle through as I apply pressure to the knife slicing through her neck. Blood coats my fingers which is all I can feel at the moment as the room flashes yet again to my brothers standing around me. Dario is hanging from a noose and Spade is coughing up water as he bends down trying to speak to me. But I can’t focus. I can’t hear anything, just seeing flashes upon flashes of colors, images and people.

“Kill her!” The deep voice orders as everything comes back into focus. Jade shakes her head as I slice into her artery. Her eyes widen as I pull out and stab her in the cunt, dragging my knife roughly in and out of her pussy. Her body convulses as blood rushes out of her. I lift her bottom half up as her blood pours against the floor and bring her cunt to my lips, drinking the hot warm liquid, groaning as it floods my throat. I continue to drink until her body gives out and I drop her to the ground.

Standing up, I look around the room and see all the people I have killed in my life and smile as blood drips down my chin. Picking up the knife, I swipe my hand across my chin, wiping away the crimson as I look up at the cameras.

“If you’re going to take them all from me, you might as well take me too!” I yell with a sinister smile as I drag the knife across my throat, letting the blood pour down my chest. Falling to my knees, I drop the knife and put my arms out, reveling in the feeling of the sun pouring over my body as the room spins yet again, and my vision goes black as my head hits the floor.

The monster is dead.

I am the monster.

The monster is me.