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THIRTEEN

PAYBACK

RIGHT SIDE OF THE BED—ATREYU

CALISTA, A WEEK LATER, OCTOBER

T he cold point of the knife drags down the front of my body while my back is flush against the fogged-up shower door. The water pelts against my skin, and I shiver as Five continues to drag the knife down, eventually pressing the tip against my clit until my body begins to spasm from the foreign sensation.

“You are a little fucking psycho, aren’t you?” he growls, nipping at my earlobe and still applying pressure to my clit with the knife.

“I told you, but not for the reason you’re suggesting.” I grin, reaching between our bodies for his cock to stroke.

Flipping the knife, he grasps the dull edge and eases the long, black handle between my thighs, inserting it into my pussy. My back hits the door harder, and I spread my legs even wider, wanting to feel as much of the knife inside me as I can. Five begins thrusting in and out of me, his strokes matching mine. His dark eyes lock onto mine, and a devious grin dances across his lips, making me tremble in need.

I let him fuck me with the knife, my mind fogged from my medication, obviously putting me in a fucked-up headspace. But I fucking love it, secretly wishing he’d cut me so I could feel the sting spread throughout my body. With his dick still in my hand, throbbing, I reach around his body with my other and massage his ass cheeks with a devious grin of my own.

“Where is that crazy mind going?” he asks, clenching his ass to keep me out of it.

But it doesn’t work.

Slipping my wet hand between his cheeks, I glide the tips of my fingers up and down, circling his tight, untouched hole. Being locked away for the most primitive years of my life, right and wrong, do’s and don’ts aren’t too familiar to me. I only know what I was subjected to over the years, so I use my knowledge to bring pleasure to Five in the most fucked-up ways, and so far he has liked it all.

“Tell me that it doesn’t feel good when I play with your ass,” I tease, gently pushing a finger inside him, his body jumping against mine from the unusual podding.

The sudden jump makes the knife slip, putting a small nick on my pussy lip, which has blood seeping from the cut instantly.

“Fuck!” Five gasps, clenching his jaw as I work my finger in and out of his ass, pushing deeper each time.

“Fucking answer me,” I demand, pushing my middle finger against his hole as a threat that I’ll add it if he doesn’t listen. :Does it feel good when I play with your ass, Five?”

He grunts, “You’re a fucking freak.” His eyes roll back as he begins to withdraw the knife from my pussy. “I fucking cut you, and you’re worried about how good it feels with your finger in my ass?”

“I don’t mind being cut. You can do it again if you want.” I wink, adding a second finger without warning.

He hisses, leaning his forehead against mine as I stroke his cock and finger his ass, knowing he’s about to come. He drops his hand, planting the other on the shower door beside my head, panting heavily. With the knife freely buried in my pussy, I focus on making him feel good, getting turned on by the groans of pure ecstasy slipping from his quivering lips.

“Do you like when I fuck your ass with my fingers, baby?” I ask again, growing impatient.

“Fuck, Little Psycho, it feels fucking amazing, okay?” He tries to capture my lips, but I slip out of his hold, moving to the other side of the shower, so I’m standing behind him.

“Good boy, now spread your legs for me,” I order, dropping to my knees with the knife still inside me, slipping out slowly from the slick juices coating the handle.

He does as he’s told, obviously wanting more.

“Put your hands on the wall,” I demand again, putting my face between his muscular ass.

As he complies without hesitation, I insert my tongue into his ass, swirling and curling it deep inside of him. Reaching around again, I wrap my hand around his cock and resume stroking, eating his ass at the same time. Of course, it’s enough to send him over the edge. His tight muscle clenches around my tongue as his cock pulses against my hand, and moments later, hot cum spills out and drips all over my fingers. But I don’t stop. Not until he’s trembling and gasping for air, desperately needing a break from the intensity coursing through his body, igniting fire to all of his nerves.

I stand and wipe my hand against the wall, tasting his essence on my tongue. I pull the knife out of my pussy, my head spinning from the sensation that still unfairly leaves me wanting more.

“Do you still think that I’m a psycho?” I purr, running the blade of the knife over his skin.

He spins around, grabbing my wrist to stop me. His chest heaves as he stares at me, his pupils blown wide with desire.

“You’re far from psycho, baby,” he says, his voice gruff. “But I think I’m addicted to whatever the hell it is that you are.”

* * *

Still reeling in the high from earlier, every part of my body is tingling in suspense, needing to come. It was my idea to have me wait. I wanted to carry out my plan for tonight, then have Five fuck my brains out when I get home. And it’s all I can think about... besides the motherfucker—and the guys—of course.

I’ve been back to their apartment every night, leaving little things around that should let them know I’m watching them. As much as I want to go to them and see them again, I have work to do first, which is more important.

With my hacker mask on and the black wig adorning it, I peer through the eye holes at the new list in my gloved hands.

Mother

Father

Holden Graham

Gunnar

Adam Moretti (Ash’s father)

David Blacksburg (Kill’s father)

Jackson Gray (Dom’s father)

State Senator Gallagher

Mayor Kyle Benjamin

City Councilman Marcus Rutherford

Judge Hayden Wilson

Brockton Chief of Police Robert Bailey

City Councilman Mr. Jose Brown

Outside of Chief Robert Bailey’s office, I carefully watch him pack his things up for the night, the building desolate and dark. I tried to wait as long as I could before I crossed off another name on the list, but my hands were itching fiercely for another kill—another act of revenge on one of the men who abused and assaulted me.

You see, Chief Bailey won the bid for me on my 22nd birthday, putting me through absolute hell while I was trapped with him at his cabin for an entire week. He degraded me, beat me, burned me, choked me, cuffed me, and violently raped me every fucking night. Of course his ass has to fucking pay for the diabolical sins he committed that week.

Prepared with my knife, handcuffs, small torch, and a taser, I wait for the perfect time to make my move.

Emerging from the darkness but still lurking in the shadows of the night, I make my way toward the side entrance, knowing the door is already unlocked. I slip inside and quietly ascend the stairs, extra careful not to make any noise.

Eventually coming to his office, I peek inside, watching him put his coat on and grab his briefcase, ready to head out. I slip back into the stairwell to wait, pulling my knife and taser out of my backpack.

When I hear the door open, I step in front of the bottom exit, twirling my blade in my hand. The second he hits the top of the steps, his jaw drops when he sees me standing here, fear clearly visible in his predatory eyes.

“Who... who are you, and what do you want?” He asks in a shaky voice, attempting to reach for the gun in his holster.

“Your worst fucking nightmare, Chief. You want to leave? Then get past me.” I speak deep and soft, doing my best to conceal my voice so he goes along with part two of my plan.

“Is this some sort of fucking joke? Do you know who I am?” He chuckles, trying to make it seem like he isn’t about to shit himself, but I know he’s fucking terrified.

“Of course not. It’s a game. You like playing games, I’ve heard, so let's play.” I wink beneath my mask, not sure if he can see it or not.

Instead of descending the stairs, the pussy motherfucker reaches for his gun, forcing me to pull out the taser and deploy without a second thought. It plunges into his cock—pure luck—and makes his body seize up and shake as he loses his balance and tumbles down the concrete stairs, pissing himself almost right away. Bingo .

I slip out the door while he shakes and screams, flopping around like a fish out of water. Running behind the building, I strip off my mask and wig and shove them into my backpack. Disheveling my hair and purposely smearing the black makeup on my eyes, I force myself to cry and panic, wanting him to see me whenever he emerges from the building.

It doesn’t take long for him to bust out the side door, attempting to bolt to his car in the front parking lot. Seeing my in, I suddenly scream and start crying, running out from my hiding spot and right into Robert, forcing my body to tremble in fear of the masked stranger I just came in contact with.

Little does he know that masked stranger was me... but he’ll find out soon enough.

I stagger back and look up at him with frightened eyes, feigning fear convincingly. “Help! There’s a... a person in there with a... knife!” I cry out, pointing to the back of the building. “I barely escaped.”

“You stay right here. I’m calling for backup,” Chief Bailey orders as he starts to rush back inside.

“Chief Bailey, is that you?” I ask, my voice cracking as he turns around to get a good look at me. “Holy shit—Calista?” His jaw drops in utter shock, and he rushes over to me, taking me into his arms as if he’s some sort of fucking savior or something. “Your parents are looking all over for you. What are you doing out this way?”

“I thought I’d come to see you, hoping that maybe you could help me,” I whisper sweetly, still pretending to be scared for my life.

And instead of insisting we go inside and call for help, he pulls me tighter into his sickening embrace and gives me a smirk that turns my blood to fucking ice.

“Why don’t you come home with me tonight and I’ll take care of you? I’ll worry about that fucking psycho tomorrow.” He smiles, guiding me to his car.

“Okay, just please keep me safe,” I tell him, already knowing that once he gets me into his home—alone—he’ll fucking turn on me and try to take what he wants... again.

But not this time.

“So what happened when you ran into the person in the mask?” he asks on the drive back to his house, squeezing the spot above my knee with no indication that he plans to let me go.

“I was about to walk in, and they ran out. I had a knife put to my throat, and they said something, but I was too afraid to make out what it was that was said,” I lie easily, confident he has no idea that he’s being fucking played.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find out who did this, and I’ll make sure they fucking rot behind bars—if they’re not killed first.” His deep, twisted chuckle makes me gag, but I focus on the shit in my head and all the plans I have to get my revenge, keeping up the facade.

I play the part of the terrified victim to perfection, going along with his questioning and recounting a graphic, terrifying story about my encounter with the masked stranger. I sneak a glance at him, who’s now looking off to the side, shock still etched on his face.

I’m shaking with anticipation, ready for the next step of my master plan. The boys’ fathers are coming up fast on my list, and like Jose Brown and Chief Bailey, they’ll fucking pay for what they did to me.

This fucking game of predator and prey has only just begun, and I’m already loving every fucking minute of it.

* * *

Once we reach the chief’s mansion, he helps me inside, and I let him, pretending to be the damsel in distress he wishes I truly was. He brings me to a room in the basement, the eerie atmosphere giving off the same sick, twisted vibes as my own house. Fear washes over my face, but he thinks it’s from the masked man—it’s not.

“Come sit, little thing. I’ll make sure you’re safe here while we wait for your parents to come get you.” He tugs me onto his lap with a little force in his pull, his hand locked around my wrist possessively.

Falling onto his lap, he then wraps his arm around my waist, preventing me from going anywhere. I can feel the stubble from his poorly shaven beard scratch against the back of my neck as he licks along my shoulder blades, but I stifle a shiver like I’ve done so many times before.

My shaky hand slides into the pocket of my sweatshirt, gripping the handle of my knife until my knuckles pulse from the strength of my grip.

One.. .

I count under my breath as his hand slides between my legs, forcing them open. I knew coming here would tempt his inner pedophile, and lucky for me, I was counting on it.

Two…

His other hand slides up the front of my shirt, cupping my breast, a grunt of desire escaping his lips when he notices I’m not wearing a bra—done on purpose.

“You were ready for me,” he says. “Good girl, Calista.”

A shudder rocks my body, one of pure disgust, but he takes it as one of need and keeps groping me. Shifting slightly on his lap so I have better aim at his throat, I rock against his cock and feel it harden, waiting to make my move once his eyes flutter closed.

Three…

As soon as they close, I pull my hand out of my pocket, wielding my knife, and make a precise slash across the front of his throat. His hands fall from my body, instinctively reaching up to his wound to clutch it to stop the bleeding.

“Wh...” he gasps, choking on his own blood.

“You shouldn’t have touched me, Chief,” I purr, winking as I push him onto his back and straddle him, stabbing my blade all over his body.

Blood pours out quickly, seeping into the fabric beneath him and turning the pearl-white lace bright red.

As his eyes widen in horror, a smile creeps onto my face as I continue to stab him, relishing in the feeling of his blood as it splatters all over my face. I keep slicing and stabbing—losing control—not stopping until his entire body is a bloody canvas full of deep, unforgiving gashes—a beautiful work of art—a fucking masterpiece.

Lastly, as he gargles on his blood and his body twitches, going into shock, I pull his saturated pants down and put my knife to his flaccid dick, watching closely as I cut into it like a piece of fucking meat on my dinner plate. I leave his balls intact, holding the useless member in my hand as I force his mouth open.

“Remember when you told me to open my mouth for you, Robert?” I ask, hearing how psychotic my voice sounds. “Well, it’s time for you to be a good boy for me and open up,” I laugh, knowing that he’s already dead.

Still, I pry his jaw open and push his severed cock inside, forcing it down his esophagus with the handle of my knife.

Although I had planned to use all the tools I brought, things escalated, and I went right for the kill. It was still satisfying, but I make a mental note for my next one to have some more fun with him before I watch the life drain from his eyes while I drain the blood from his body.

Standing up as if nothing ever happened, I grab my backpack and slip into the bathroom, careful not to touch anything as I turn on the shower with a rag covering my hand. Robert’s the chief of police, so I know his ‘brothers’ will scour this place from top to bottom, and I don’t plan on being dumb enough to leave any trace of myself behind.

I wash the blood off carefully, adrenaline still pumping rapidly through my veins like a shot of meth, giving me a new kind of high that I already want to feel again.

Once clean and dressed in the spare outfit I keep in my bag, I put on the wig and leave the bathroom. As I glance at Robert’s lifeless body, relief spreads through my body like wildfire, settling my anxious nerves and putting them at ease a little bit more.

“You got what you fucking deserve, you sick fuck,” I spew, reaching into my backpack again to pull out a single flash drive secured in a Ziploc bag.

Loaded with all of the evidence I found on him—including child porn, chats with other pedophiles, and invites to my birthday parties—I leave the baggie where I know the cops will find it before the fire I’m about to set destroys it.

Before slinging my backpack over my shoulders and making my way out of the mansion, I take the time to wipe things down one more time, not wanting to make a single mistake to get myself caught already.

And just like Mr. Brown’s house, I rummage through Robert’s house, pocketing any cash and valuables that might be useful to me during my journey. I retrieve the lighter fluid from my bag and squeeze it all over him and the bed, careful not to get it on the floor. And then I light the match and drop it onto his soaked torso, watching his dead, bloody body ignite in a giant ball of flames.

The heat is almost too much to bear, but I force myself to stay and watch him burn for a little while longer. But with heavy regret and longing, I slip out of the mansion, watching the flames brighten up his bedroom from the outside window as I walk away slowly.

Even more turned on and worked up than I was earlier, I walk down the street, knowing that I’ve left the ultimate trace on Robert and his disgusting ways. He got what he deserved. Now, onto getting me that release I’ve been fucking craving.

Mother

Father

Holden Graham

Gunnar

Adam Moretti (Ash’s father)

David Blacksburg (Kill’s father)

Jackson Gray (Dom’s father)

State Senator Gallagher

Mayor Kyle Benjamin

City Councilman Marcus Rutherford

Judge Hayden Wilson

Brockton Chief of Police Robert Bailey

City Councilman Mr. Jose Brown