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“Help!” The busty blonde screams into my palm. “Help!”

“Will you shut the fuck up.” I grunt, squeezing my hand harder over her filthy fucking mouth, blocking her breath with a pinch of my thumb over her nose. “Can’t breathe, can’t scream.”

The ride home with her behind me on the bike, with her slender arms wrapped around my bare waist should have been fun, but her incessant talking, oh my God it was annoying as hell. Chasing her through the maze and cutting her up is going to be so satisfying.

“Babies! Daddy’s home.” I laugh as the dogs trot across the lawn, meeting us at the front gate that closes behind us with a clattering bang like that of a prison cell door, sealing her death row sentence. “К себе домой.” I say, shooing them back to their cabin.

I want the chase right now, and they can wait their turn.

I wait until they are out of sight before I take my hand from her mouth and lift her up over my shoulder. Swatting her ass and laughing at her cries for help, I pull off her high heeled shoes so she has at least a chance to get a little bit ahead of me. Running in heels is hard, and she needs a little hope that she just might have a chance of escaping.

“Run.” I tell her, setting her down on her feet, watching her look me up and down as she pants in fear and disgust,

“What?”

“You heard me, Run!” I yell, leaning forward, getting in her overly made-up face, making her jump backwards.

My maniacal laughter bounces off the mountains as I watch her take off through the grass, her bare feet slipping on the late-night wetness. Her dress bellows behind her, all white and virginal, even though the body inside of it is nothing more than a filthy whore.

Run, baby, run.

She disappears into the dark, the sounds of her bare feet on the ground silent when she gets far enough away. I stand, leaning against the bike, yanking off my helmet, and lighting a cigarette. The smoke fills my lungs, and I hum one of mother’s tunes around it, waiting for her to get to the maze. She can’t miss it. The yard is set up so that you go right to it if you’re not on the driveway. It’s set up that way from when father used to play the same games as I am right now.

Ready to play?

Mother: Don’t do this Hedeon. Please. You’re better than him.

Father: She’s far enough away, my boy. Go, chase, and cut.

The part of me that fought them all on the ride into town is quiet. The monster inside, the one who drives me is in charge as I inhale the menthol smoke and blow it out in peaceful little rings that float away in the calm breeze. I’m Hedeon again, destroyer, and ruiner. I’m a God, a devil, a monster, and the woman running through my property is about to find out what kind of evil happens when I catch her.

Slapping my helmet back in place and grinding out my smoke in the dirt, I take off at a slow jog through the yard. The grass wets the cuffs of my sweats again, and my sneakers squeak under my gait.

“Ready or not, here I come.” I call into the night, almost expecting to hear an answer besides my own words echoed back at me.

When it’s nothing more than my voice, I pick up my pace, running to the maze, saluting my serpents as I pass them and turn into the first path. I can see her footprints in the soil and feel them under my feet. She came this way, like they all do, corralled into a cattle shoot of greenery and flowers. It’s a pretty trip for her, with all the sights and scents of a garden that’s stunning during the day. Too bad she won’t be able to enjoy it though. By morning, when the sun graces the tops of the hedges with its first rays, she’ll already be underground with the maggots and grubs.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are my dear.” I chuckle to myself as I cut through the bushes, pushing the branches out of my way, hearing them scrape on the helmet.

The predator in me has fully taken over, stalking his prey, sniffing the air for the scent of her sweat and fear. It’s sickly sweet in the heavy pre-dawn air as I emerge at the base of the stairs, coming through the vines like a ghostly apparition.

She’s trapped in the same place my flower was just this morning. At the same fountain that already sparkles again in the moonlight. The bugs and filth have been filtered out, and the clean water awaits the next round of excrements.

“No, please no, she begs, backing up until the backs of her knees bump up against the basin, her hand jutting out to catch herself from falling backwards into the pool. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because he told me to.” I say, stalking slowly towards her, watching her eyes dart back and forth looking for a way to escape.

The only way out is the steps behind me, flanked with the stone snakes carved into the vine and brush covered walls. In the dark they slither, the breeze against the vinery making them rattle and hiss, sounding just as evil as they look.

I picked her for a reason. She’s blonde with bright blue eyes and in a white gown covered with shiny beads. She’s everything mother and Lily aren’t. I can’t mistake her for them. I won’t see mother bleeding out as I slice into her.

Where’s your knife Hedeon? You’re unprepared. Useless.

I’m never unprepared, unless it comes to my flower. Even without my favorite pocket knife, the bucket of garden tools under the bench where I usually sit and ponder life has enough sharp instruments in it.

“A spade will do, no?” I ask the voices in my head as I walk over to the bench and lean down on it, looking under it for the metal bucket.

It clanks against the marble floor when I find it, the tools scraping the aluminum sides as I draw out the small hand spade. A little shovel with a sharp point that I use for starting the holes in which I plant my pretty flowers, is a fitting choice for the woman who will become part of the landscape.

“You don’t have to do this.” The chick says from over my shoulder, trying to back away against the fountain, her hands dragging along the ledge of it as she steps awkwardly from me.

“Oh, but I do.”

Mother: No you don’t baby. You have a choice.

Father: Shut up bitch, he always listened to me not you.

My monster:Do it.Do it.Do it.Hahaha!

Mother: H, please no. You’re better than him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I say as they all take over my consciousness again.

It’s a fucking orchestra of voices, all telling me what to do and what not to do. I’m going insane. Maybe I’m already crazy. Fuck, of course I am. What kid wouldn’t be with all the traumas I’ve had? I’m fucking schizophrenic or something.

Advancing on her, holding up the tool so the moonlight shines off its surface, I flip open the visor of my helmet, staring her down, sneering with curled lips under the plastic and foam that hides all but my eyes. I’m a menace, an evil entity with eyes that are floating in the dark, stalking and preying on the virginal whore in front of me.

“Nooo!” She screams a bloodcurdling scream as I lunge at her, purposely missing her, making her jump and run to behind the fountain basin.

“Oh darn. I missed.” I laugh, jumping towards her again, making her squeal in fear and shock.

My fingers brush up against her arm, and she wails out like I’ve already cut her, her voice breaking the sky above us, loud enough you would think it could shake rain from the clouds. Her hair snaps towards me, the ends of the strands landing in the open visor, brushing against my eyes, and I laugh like a crazy person, grabbing her again, pulling her to me.

Her ass grinds up against my cock that’s raging hard in my sweats. It’s like I’m wearing nothing. I could fuck her without even pulling them down, I’m poking out the front of them so hard.

“Yeah baby. Grind on Daddy.” I pant in her ear, banging the helmet against the side of her head as I wrap my arm around her, placing the edge of the spade against her throat.

“Stop. Please stop. Just let me go.” She begs, bucking against me, crying out with her fingers feebly clawing at my tattooed arms and hands.

She’s a strong one but nowhere near able to pull herself away. I have her. She’s mine for now, and as I push the metal blade harder against her throat, the first scent of her blood fills my nose.

“I told you to run, and you ran. Now bleed, bitch.”

She struggles so nicely, and it just makes me harder. I want to fuck her. To lift her off her feet with just my cock, but something is holding me back. Something foreign and weird.

Lily: I thought I was what you wanted.

“No, Lily. Flower get out of my head. You can’t be in there too. God no.”

“You’re fucking crazy.” The blonde in my arms screeches, fighting harder like she just now realized I’m fucking insane.

“The kidnapping, the chase, the weapon, none of those told you that?” I ask, ripping the helmet back off and tossing it to the ground, ignoring that it’s a two-thousand-dollar piece of gear.

I want to lick up the blood that now pours from her neck, down the front of her white gown. I want to taste the blood of the metaphorical virgin, even if she is a dirty whore I picked up in a sex club as she knelt for some pathetic shit stain of a man with her mouth open begging for his cum.

Flipping her in my grasp, I pull her front to mine, the blade till up to her neck, pressing deeper as I flatten my tongue and lick up between her tits, catching the crimson river that flows down her chest. I can feel her erratic heart fluttering against my licks, making my cock leak in my pants.

“Mmmm, fuck yes.” I moan, rolling my eyes back, reveling in the metallic taste of the life that pours out of her.

A jingling sound, the sound of a dog’s tags breaks my attention on what I’m doing. Normally I wouldn’t be distracted by that, but the dogs are at their cabin, and Magnolia is in the house with Lily watching over her like a good girl.

“I didn’t have a bell, so I borrowed this.” Lily says from behind me.

Turning my gaze over my shoulder, I see her standing next to the fountain just steps away, twirling Magnolia’s collar on her index finger. Her other hand is on her denim clad hip, and she stares me down so calmly. The small breeze blows her frilly top baring her midriff, showing something glistening in the waistband of her jeans.

“Go back to the house Lily.”

“Why?”

One word from her pretty little mouth is enough to throw me over the edge again, just like she has been doing since I brought her here. One simple word from her is all it takes to change everything.

“Because. You can’t see this.” I say to her, shuffling around so she can see the blonde bleeding in my grasp.

“See what? You purge your demons on someone other than me?”

“What!?” I gasp staring at her, drawing my brows together in confusion, wondering what she’s hiding in her pants, and why she’s out here in the first place.

“You think this scares me?”

“It should.” I holler at her, pressing the spade even deeper into the girl, wanting to scare my flower, for her to see that I really am a monster, and to run from me like she should have done before.