Page 3 of Grave Possession (Grave #2)

Chapter Two

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Two days ago .

S he’s a staggering mess when I pull her from the trunk, stumbling and falling over her own two feet.

Eventually, Mallory gets her head on straight enough to run, the small dose of sedative I gave her finally wearing off.

Adrenaline shoots straight to the velvet steel in my trousers as fear finally sparks in her eyes again.

I trail her the same way a predator would stalk a wounded animal.

I’m sure she’s barely coherent; head pounding from the concussion I definitely gave her.

Suddenly, she trips and lands face down in the dirt, grunting as the air whooshes out of her on impact.

That’s when I pounce, swamping her soft, warm body beneath me.

Gone is the muddled mess of a woman who couldn’t even walk in a straight line from moments ago.

She thrashes against me, trying, but failing to buck me off.

It just makes me throb harder between the legs .

“Is your kitty meowing for me, Mallory?”

“Absolutely fucking not,” she snarls from beneath me. She tries endlessly to gain the upper hand but her body betrays her, not having nearly enough energy to fight off my advances. Her hands are still cuffed behind her back and I salivate at the sight.

“I know how you like the hunt, darlin’. You wouldn’t be lyin’ to me, now would you?

” I’m met with her silence and part of me wonders if she’s slipped into unconsciousness again.

“Maybe I should find out for myself.” I expect that to get a reaction from her, but one doesn’t come.

Her breathing is steady and shallow. Crouching above her, I roll her onto her back, cupping her hot cunt through her pants.

She doesn’t so much as tense up or move an inch.

I straddle her hips and pull down her top, exposing her tits to the chilly evening air.

Her nipples peak and I grasp her breast roughly, inflicting a force I know would illicit a wince from her if she was faking unconsciousness. There’s no response.

I pull my pipe from my jeans and begin to pump.

Shoving my fingers into my prey’s mouth, I gather her spit, sinking all the way to the back of her throat.

Her body revolts, but she doesn’t wake. The concussion clearly taking its toll.

I collect her saliva on my palm and use it to stroke my dick.

With her helpless beneath me, I ejaculate quickly, shooting my seed onto her boobs.

She takes advantage of me in my blissed out state.

My little darlin' is smarter than I give her credit for. While in my clouded post orgasm haze, Mallory snaps her body up and smashes her forehead into my face. Using my weight on her body to her advantage, she does it again. I’m thrown off balance from the force and roll away from the assault.

Through my teary vision I can see her scrambling away.

How she managed to get back on two feet, I don’t know, but she is heading right towards my cabin.

Blood pours like a faucet from my nose as I return the cartilage to its proper position. There’s the fight I’ve been waiting for.

Rising from the ground, I crack my neck from side to side then head off in the same direction as her. Mallory’s blood curdling scream rings out through the trees as a crimson toothy grin spreads across my face. She must have found my other play thing. The one I’ve been using in her absence.

As I round a bush, there’s Mallory, inching away like a worm from the maggot-ridden corpse she must have tripped over.

I grab her by the upper arm, hauling her back to her feet. She spits in my face and I collide my mouth with hers. Pursing her lips, she struggles in my hold as my blood smears across her face. “What’s the matter, little lady, don’t like our other roommate?”

Her vision shoots to mine. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re supposed to help people, not brutally torture and kill them!”

“That’s the genius of it though, isn’t it?

No one will suspect the friendly small town cop to be the killer.

” The suffocating smell of decomposition swirls around us, and I take in her every inch.

Blood and gore stick to her clothes, the repulsive odour of death sinking deep into the fabric.

I know soon she won’t be able to take it.

With no other option but to strip naked before me, or become ill from the bacteria festering on her skin. I can’t wait.

I drag her around to the back of the cabin and wrench open the cellar doors.

She continues to violently jerk and thrash in my hold, the carnage coating her skin makes maintaining a grip on her next to impossible.

My nails dig in as I force her through the threshold.

The moon is high in the sky, its light illuminating the steps that descend into the darkness.

Mallory’s incessant fighting wears away at my patience.

The tightrope she’s walking snaps as she jerks in my hold, almost taking me down with her.

I’ve had enough. I throw her down the last few stairs onto the damp dirt floor.

It’s not a terrible fall, but enough to get my point across.

I want her to fight when I desire it, not every fucking minute.

To my surprise she doesn’t make a sound as she crumples into herself in pain. I encroach on her space, and she winces in agony trying to evade me. I already know she will be covered in bruises, based on the welt forming on her shoulder and the way she’s favouring her ribs.

I reach above me, pulling the dangling string that operates as a light switch. The dim bulb barely lights up Mallory’s new home, shadows slinking ominously around the area as the bulb sways back and forth. Horror overcomes her features as she takes in the space.

“A cage? Are you fucking kidding me?” she snarls, glaring daggers up at me.

Dirt is smeared across her cheek as tears well in her eyes, a mix of fear, pain, and ire swirling in those whiskey irises.

My dick twitches at the anticipation of seeing the tears stream down her face as her cries echo around the room.

The salty wetness coating my cock as I control the symphony of her sobs with my dick in her throat.

Her deep inhale pulls me from the fantasy, and upon her exhale all trace of emotion leaves her face.

A mask of indifference smoothing over her once fearful, pain-laced features.

A thrill shoots through me because I know what I’m about to say next will break her open for me again. “You might like the fake sense of security it offers you after we really start to get to know each other.” I throw her a wink and watch in awe as her stoic facade fractures.

I’m disappointed I have to leave for work. I want to stay and engage in this twisted, psychological form of torture, but I have to keep up appearances. The last thing I need is Officer Graves on my case about being late and catching a whiff of his little siren’s sweet scent on my breath.

I pull her across the room, tossing her onto the mattress lying on the floor.

The idiot doesn’t brace herself and cracks her head off the cement wall, groaning out into the silence.

I take the opportunity to snap and lock the shackle around her neck while there’s no fight in her.

There’s a bucket for her to do her business in, but nothing else. The room is completely vacant.

I’m halfway across the room when her voice meets my ears. “Where are you going?” she slurs. Her head has taken too many hits in a short amount of time, she’s going to need her rest if I ever hope to hunt her the way I want. I know it and I hate it. I don’t want to wait any longer.

“To work… Can’t have your lover boy wonderin’ wh ere I am, now can I?

” I snap the light off, swathing the room in darkness, then head back outside, locking the cellar doors behind me.

Her shriek of frustration dissolves into an agonized wail that follows me out of the woods and echoes through my chest the entirety of my patrol shift.

She’s been asleep for damn near two days now. I’m willing to play the long game if it gets me what I want in the end; Mallory willingly engaging with me, and the police’s interest in the case to subside, but fuck if it isn’t killing me having her and doing next to nothing about it.

Zipping up my jacket, I ready myself to leave the station and head out on my last drive of the night. Because of Mallory, bodies will stop piling up long enough to have the cops assume the serial killer has moved on. Then, I’ll have free rein to fuck with her as long as I like.

Tipping my hat to the annoying twat behind the desk, I head out into the brisk night.

This is the longest I’ve gone without submitting to any of my urges while having a captive.

I know she needs her rest if I want that fight.

It’s why I look and don’t touch when I fuck my fist beside her.

Only when I’m done do I gently spread my creamy jizz across her skin.

It’s better than any lotion you’d find in store.

Women never complain about my soft hands.

Hell, half the bitches compliment them. Mallory’s goin’ to have the softest, dead skin when her and Officer Graves finally reunite, and I’ll know it’s all because of me .

Shit, it’s god damn torture on myself though. Knowin’ I have her down there and not just fuckin’ her raw. She’s got to have one hell of a head injury to be out for this long, but that ends now. Nap time’s over darlin’. When my shift is done, I’m comin’ in hot with a full load for your pretty mouth.