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We stop in front of a barn and Gunner jumps out and comes around to my door. When he gets me out, he goes into the barn and brings back a cart. “We just need to get him on the cart and inside,” Gunner says. I nod and help pull Charlie off the tailgate and onto the metal cart. He is face up now and his eyes are wide open and foggy. “He looks nicer this way,” I say simply. “All the evil has escaped.”

“It’s with his soul in hell,” Gunner remarks.

We take him inside and Gunner starts to cut Charlie’s clothing off. Once he has him naked, he gets electric shears and starts shaving his head. I watch in awe as he carefully extracts each tooth. Once he is toothless, he pulls out the saw. He pauses to look at me, and I smile.

“This is going to be messy,” he says.

“I assumed it would be,” I say. He smirks at me before walking over to a cabinet and hands me a face shield. He puts on tall boots and a large apron before his face shield. “Aww, do I not get an apron?”

“You are already covered in his blood, so your dress will have to be burned,” he says bluntly.

“Oh… he ripped my underwear off,” I say.

“Are you telling me that because you will have to be naked in front of me in a second or because you don’t know where they are?”

“I don’t know where they are,” I confirm.

“In his jeans pocket,” he says. “It’ll burn with everything else.”

“Oh, good,” I say. “Carry on.”

I watch as he cuts Charlie apart, and this is probably the most therapeutic way to help a sexual assault victim find closure. It is so goddamn rewarding to watch him cut a chunk of his body off and toss it onto a pile to be fed to his pigs. Once he is finished taking the body apart, I laugh. “What?” Gunner asks me. I motion for the saw, and he laughs as he puts gloves on me first.

The last piece of him that I want to cut off is the offending appendage in this entire ordeal. I grab hold of his now flaccid dick and slice it off of his body. “Can I feed it to them?” I ask.

“You sure can,” he says. “Come on. One of them will let you hand feed it to him.”

“I love pigs,” I say happily.

“Me too,” he laughs.

I follow Gunner while he pushes the cart through the barn. I have Charlie’s severed dick in my gloved hand, and I’m happy. I’m not happy someone hurt me, and I know I will have emotions to deal with later, but he was an awful man who clearly made a habit of this of type thing. When we get outside the other door, I can hear the pigs.

“So, funny story,” Gunner says. “The last set of pigs I got are the youngest. There is a boy and a girl. I named the girl Charlotte and the boy Charlie.”

“Oh, how ironic,” I laugh. “Also, Charlotte was the spider.”

“I know,” he laughs. “The one by the gate is Charlie. He will let you hand feed him. Don’t even attempt that with the others.”

Charlie the pig is pink, like the rest, but is the only one with massive scars across his back. “Hi, baby,” I say to the pig. “I have a special treat. Hmm?” I stick my hand through the gate and Charlie gently takes the severed dick from me and starts eating it. The sound is horrendous, but still oddly satisfying.

“What now?” I ask as I stand.

“Just start throwing the parts in. It’ll be gone within the hour,” he says, tossing a leg in. I shrug and pick up an arm to throw in. Bit by bit, we toss all of my rapist in with the pigs and stand back to watch them eat their meal. When most of it is gone, we go back to the barn and Gunner puts everything from the hair and teeth to the clothing in the bag before turning to me.

“Aww. It’s cold out here, Gunner,” I complain.

“I have to throw all of your clothes and everything you touched in the fire,” he says. “I have a water hose down here I can rinse you off with so I can wrap you in a blanket. Is that okay?”

“The alternative?”

“You walk through the snow up to the house naked,” he laughs.

“I’ll take the water hose, thanks,” I say as I take the gloves and face shield off. “Is this weird for you?”

“Not at all,” he says. “Want me to turn around?”

“You’re going to have to see me to waterboard me with the hose anyhow,” I sigh. “Sorry. Normally I don’t have issues with my body but… He hit a nerve tonight.”

“Wanna know something?” Gunner says.

“Hmm?”

“So did we,” he says, making me smile.

“You are the most dangerous dork I have ever met, Gunner,” I say as I pull my dress off.

“You are…” he starts to say but stops when I am in nothing but my red lace bra. I unhook the back and let my breasts spill out, earning a satisfied grunt from Gunner. “So damn beautiful, Mila,” he says as he scans my body. He steps closer but kneels down and slowly unhooks the strap of my heel. When he movs to my other foot, it’s like he doesn’t want to take his hands off of me. I have never felt so wanted before, and it is addictive. The way he looks at my body and still sees me as a person is utterly intoxicating.

Gunner moves me over to a makeshift shower. When he turns it on, the cold water takes my breath away. I gasp and I am immediately breathing heavily as I try to feel relaxed and let the water rinse off the blood. I try to slow my breathing, but it doesn’t work. Gunner steps up and helps by running his hand across my body to wipe the blood off my skin. When his hands wipe down my chest, I gasp again when he gently squeezes my breasts. My nipples are hard against his palms, and he pulls back to rub them in gently circles. He continues down my belly and legs before shutting the water off and wrapping a thin fleece blanket around me. I am violently shivering to the point that I can hardly move, so he grabs the bag of things to burn and hands it to me before picking me up in his arms. I am still shaking as he carries me to the truck and for the entire drive up to his house.

When he parks, he comes around and picks me up and takes me inside. He doesn’t stop until we get to the master bedroom, and he sets me on his bed. “Sit here and warm up for a second. I am going to handle the bag,” he says.

“Okay,” I reply softly.

I sit and wait for Gunner. He is only gone about ten minutes. When he gets back, I am warm, but still in the same place. “Let’s get you clean,” he says softly, offering me his hand. I nod and let him stand me up. We go to the bathroom, and he turns the water on to let it warm before turning to me.

“Thank you,” I say. “For everything.”

“You’re welcome, Mila,” he says. “I hope you know I am not trying to take advantage of you in any way. Okay? Consent very much matters to me and if I make you uncomfortable, tell me.”

“I am not uncomfortable,” I say sweetly. “Well… the cold water sucked ass, but your hands were nice.”

“I just want to take care of you,” he says. “In more ways than one, but right now I want to help as much as I can.”

“I appreciate the help,” I say. “And it’s nice to feel wanted for more than just sex.”

“What do you mean?” he asks. I suddenly stop and panic when I realize there has been no assumption made that he wants me for anything more than sex. I get the vibe that he does, but he hasn’t said. “Mila?”

“I… made some assumptions based on what you were saying and… Just ignore me,” I say, back-paddling.

“What assumptions?” he asks.

“That… you want me,” I say.

“I do want you,” he confirms.

“Yeah… but to what extent?” I ask.

“Mila, I am not sure I have the self-control to deny myself what I want when you are standing in nothing but a thin blanket in my bathroom,” he says. “I want every part of you. Every inch of your body, mind, and soul. I want it so badly; I am very willing to take it for myself.”

“Can you be blunt?” I ask.

“You belong to me now, love,” he says as he steps close and lifts my chin. “Everything from your cunt to your thoughts and everything in between… It’s mine.”

“Will you shower with me?” I ask softly.

“If I get in that shower and help wash your beautiful body, I’m fucking you,” he says bluntly.

“You better start getting undressed then,” I say with a sweet smile.

I step back and let the blanket fall to the floor, allowing me to stand naked in front of him. He immediately pulls off his shirt and works on his pants as he slips out of his shoes. In no time, he is standing in front of me naked and my mouth falls open.

“Holy shit, Gunner,” I say quietly. His cock is absolutely enormous, and he is pierced. Dear lord in heaven, he has at least nine barbells up the backside of his dick. I can’t stop staring at it. When he lifts my chin, he has a devious smirk on his face.

“Shower first,” he says, and I nod. We get into the shower, and he takes to washing my hair first to get the remaining blood off me. When all the blood has been rinsed down the drain, he washes my body with soap. His hands are gentle as he cleans my body, and it relaxes me. He kneels down to wash my legs, and I wince when he touches my inner thigh.

“You’re bruised,” he says softly.

“He used his knees to force…” I say, but my voice trails off when he brings my foot up to prop on his knee. He gently kisses my inner thigh, and I sigh. “You’re going to fucking wreck me, aren’t you?”

“I’ll relax you first,” he says. “Everything moves at your pace.”

“What if I want your pace?” I ask.

“Then you need a safe word,” he says simply.

“Pig,” I say, trying not to giggle. It breaks out of me when he lightly bites my inner thigh above the bruise. When he stands, he takes my face in his hands and gently kisses me.

“I want you to remember the gentler side of me and remember that no matter how rough I am, I will always respect you. If you say that word, I stop everything. Okay?”

“Okay,” I say with a sweet smile. “Can I potentially ruin the mood and ask a question?”

“Yes.”

“What about the school?” he asks.

“You graduate soon,” he says. “We keep our mouths shut, and nothing changes in class. But… I want you to stay here.”

“Now or when I graduate?” I ask.

“Now,” he says. “I can't protect you if you are in those dorms where I can't go. They have no control over where you stay. Keep your dorm and let your mail keep going there, but I want you here.”

“Okay,” I smile. “Can I tell Veronica?”

“Do you trust her?” he asks.

“With my life,” I say. “She is a good person.”

“If you trust that she will not get you in trouble, I will support it. I would like to be there when you tell her, though.”

“I can call her tomorrow and have her bring me clothes,” I say.

“Let’s get you dry,” he says as he shuts off the water. He wraps me in a large fluffy towel before tying one around his waist.

Gunner gets me out of the shower and takes his time drying us and brushing my hair before leading me back to the bedroom. He takes the towels and tosses them in the hamper before turning to me.

“Lie on the bed,” he says simply. I do as he says and he sits beside me. “I’m going to ask you something, and I need you to be honest.”

“Okay,” I say. “Are you in any pain at all? Even discomfort?”

“No,” I say. “My body is sore, but I think that was just from trying to fight him off. My thighs hurt a little, but it’s manageable. Overall, no.”

“Are you on birth control?”

“Yes. I have an implant.” I tell him.

“Any reservations?”

“I just don’t want you to lose your job,” I say. “Otherwise, no.”

“I don’t play for fun. I play for keeps. If I say I want you, it’s because I can imagine us still being together long term. Does that bother you?”

“No,” I say. “I want a committed relationship where I can learn and grow with them. I’m young, but I know what I want and deserve.”

“What do you deserve, Mila?” he asks.

“Stability. Unconditional love and support. Faithfulness,” I explain.

“Does our age difference bother you?” he asks.

“You are thirty-five and I am twenty-two,” I say. “I am an adult, not a teenager. I can drink, smoke, and vote. I can decide who I want to fuck and for how long… No, it does not bother me. So long as you treat me with respect and you do not abuse me, I will be happy… I grew up with an abusive alcoholic father and a mother who tolerated it. I will not be like her, and I want peace. I was forced to grow up early, so I have no time for games.”

“Do you have any questions?” he asks.

“Does my age bother you?”

“No. I think you are mature for your age, but you are still twenty-two years old. I think you still have a lot of learning to do in life, but I have no qualms about being there while you learn. We are not so different in age that we live different lives. We are both homebodies that occasionally go out, but we both want peace… We will learn and grow together. If it doesn’t work out, I am confident that we can go about things in a civil manner,” he says.

“I’m happy if you are,” I say with a soft smile. He returns my smile and leans down to kiss me, making me relax into the bed.

“I am,” he says as he moves onto the bed. “Has a man ever made you come?”

“No,” I say.

“But you have?” he asks as he gently spreads my legs to kneel between them.

“Mhmm,” I choke out. “I’m sorry.”

“Do not apologize, Mila. I am listening for the safe word, and everything is on your terms. Okay?”

“Just the safe word?” I ask, trying not to cry.

“Yes. Why?”

“Because I am going to panic when you start to fuck me, but I don’t want you to stop if I say no,” I say. “I will use the safe word if it becomes too overwhelming or if something hurts.”

“Mila, I don’t know what kind of people you have been with, but foreplay is important. You cannot put a cake in a cold oven and expect it to cook in the same amount of time,” he says.

“I am going to be really honest here, Gunner. The only thing I have done with foreplay is my boyfriend in high school finger fucked me once on the school bus and I got a UTI. If I have come, it is because I have done it for myself,” I say bluntly.

“Oh, sweet Mila,” he says as he leans down and kisses my chest between my breasts. “I’m about to show you a whole new world.”

Gunner gently kisses down my chest and belly before repositioning between my legs. When he gently flicks his tongue across my clit, I sigh. He teases me with soft licks and flicks as he starts to eat my pussy, pulling small moans out of me. Gunner gently pushes two fingers inside of me and I groan as he fills me. “Oh, that’s good,” I groan.

“Relax your body,” he says simply. I nod and do my best to relax. When he starts to suck on my clit, I groan deeply. It is not until he curls his fingers inside of me that I nearly come up off the bed. He immediately sucks harder, and I arch off the bed with a feral moan.

“Oh, dear God,” I yell out as my body naturally tries to twist. He adds a third fingers and pushes deeper before he makes the “come here” motion with his fingers.

“Fuck, you taste amazing,” he groans before burying his face back in my pussy.

“Oh, please make me come,” I moan. “Please.”

Gunner starts fucking me deeper with his hand and sucks harder, hitting every right button I have. I am moaning and writhing on the bed with him, but he presses on my lower belly to keep me pinned. The man is practically ravenous as he eats me, and I am coming apart at the seams on his bed. I cannot form coherent words, and it sounds like I am speaking in tongues. My pleasure is fueling him, but he is keeping me right on the edge of insanity. I reach a point where it feels like I might die if he does not let me come. When it breaks, my body goes rigid and my back arches dramatically. A nearly silent orgasm shreds me from the inside out and only groans from deep in my chest can be heard.

When he finally pulls away, I am seeing stars and my brain hurts. Beyond all of that, a rush of emotion hits me, and I start crying. As if he expected it, he simply lies next to me and pulls me to his chest. “Shhh. I’ve got you,” he says softly as he rubs my back.

“I don’t even know why I’m crying,” I say tearfully. He chuckles and lifts my chin before wiping away my tears.

“Mila, sometimes after a massive release like that, emotions come with it,” he explains. “People can fall into something called subspace from a rush of dopamine and the crash after can be harder on some than others.”

“Wow. I learned a lesson and I got to come,” I say, making him laugh. “Good to know I’m not crazy.”

“Not crazy. Just orgasm deprived,” he says before kissing me. He tastes like me, and it flips something in my brain that makes me feel feral. I move up to prop up on my elbow and he grabs my waist to help me move on top of him.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I panic. “Hold on.”

“Take a deep breath,” he instructs.

“What?”

“Do it. Take a deep breath,” he says. I give in and take a long deep breath, on my exhale me pulls me down on his cock.

“Oh fuck, Gunner, you’re too big,” I gasp.

“You can take it, love,” he says sweetly. “I’ll make sure you do.”

“Fuck, Gunner,” I whimper when he gets a tight hold of my waist and lifts his hips. I place my hands on the bed beside his shoulders for support and drop my head to his chest. When he starts to fuck me, he puts so much force behind it that all I can do is cry out my pleasure as he pounds into me.

Unable to get the leverage he wants; he rolls us and grabs the backs of my knees to fold me in half. He can reach so much deeper this way, and every brutal stroke feels like he is trying to fuck my soul out of my body. He is slamming into a spot deep inside of me that turns my brain to mush as rapid-fire orgasms flood out of me. I think it’s his animalistic grunts and growls filled with a gritty resonance that has me melting for him. This man has two sides to him. One side is what everyone sees. It is a kind and gentle man. He handles my bratty attitude in stride and is playful about his dominance… but then there is the other side of him. This is the side that is aggressive and uncaring about your pleas for mercy as he rails you into his bed. It is the side that you know will come out and punish you when you least expect it, but it is the part of him that you will crave the most. It is more than addictive or a simple horny craving, it’s a need on a primal level and I will do anything to get back to this feeling as often as I can.

“Fuuuuck, Mila,” he growls in my ear, making me whimper. “You feel so damn good… God, I’m gonna come.”

“Please, God. Come in me,” I moan.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to put my baby in your belly,” he groans. Something about his desire to breed me makes me want to rip the fucking birth control out right now and beg him to breed me. I would do anything for this man just to hear him moan my name like that again.

“Fuck, yes. Please,” I cry out. “Fuck, I’m coming. Oh, Gunner.”

He grunts and buries his face in my neck as he suddenly starts fucking me like a frenzied man, slamming as deep and hard as he can. My moans turn to screams, and I cling to him as he fucks me through our orgasm. He groans deeply into my neck as he fills me with his come. When I don’t let go of him, he settles to lay on my chest.

We are both breathless and unable to speak for a moment, so I rub his back and after a moment, he sits up and looks at me. “I have never had a woman do that,” he says.

“What? Come?” I ask with a smile.

“No, smartass. Comforted me. You were rubbing my back,” he says.

“Seemed like a nice thing to do,” I shrug. “You’d do the same for me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he smiles.

“Okay, so what's the difference?” I ask. “You deserve comfort, too. You probably just fucked your own soul out doing all that.”

“You are incredible,” he says as he kisses me.

“You keep fucking me like that,” I say. “You’ll never be able to get rid of me.”

“Give me a few minutes. I’ll make sure you stay right here with me,” he says before kissing my chest. “Stay here.”

Gunner gets up and I stay where I am. He comes back with a wet washcloth to clean me. When he is done, he gets me under the covers before he lies with me. “Is the bag gone?” I ask.

“It is,” he says, pulling me to his chest.

“Where did it go?” I ask.

“In the furnace in the basement,” he says. “It’s ash by now. I will go check on it when you fall asleep.”

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“You don’t have to keep thanking me, Mila,” he says softly.

“If this hadn’t happened, do you think we still would have ended up here?” I ask.

“Yes,” he says. “I was just planning on waiting until after you graduated to fuck your soul out. We just need to be careful for a few months.”

“What happens if the cops come looking for Charlie?” I ask.

“They will, and it’s simple. You left the date because he tried to drug you. You texted me and I picked you up in front of the Green Cavern Bar. A buddy of mine owns the bar and will happily go with any story I tell him,” he says.

“How come?”

“Because he feeds scum to the pigs too,” he says. “He is the other half of the St. Valentine Butcher.”

“Can I meet him?” I ask.

“Yeah. We can go by there tomorrow. I already told him about the alleyway,” he says.

“When?” I ask.

“I called him when I went to get my truck.”

“I’m sorry for asking so many questions,” I say with a sigh.

“It’s okay. This is your ass on the line. Ask whatever you want to know,” he says. “We are in this together, but I promise you will never go down for it.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“If the cops somehow know that you were there when he died, just say that a man in a skeleton mask and all black clothing saved you, but you were afraid that telling the truth would make him come after you. They’ll know it was me and not question a thing further.”

“Why?” I ask.

“Because they know I only go after the guilty ones,” he says. “Try to rest, love. I’m right here.”

I close my eyes and snuggle into his chest. I quickly lose the fight against my exhaustion and fall asleep wrapped in my professor’s arms.