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HONEY, I’M HOME

CYRUS

T he house is quiet…a little too quiet. “Little psycho, where are you?” I yell out in a sing-song voice.

“Back here,” Amber yells. I make my way through the kitchen, and down the hallway, following a blood trail.

Crimson drops speckle the floor, and cast off spray peppers a wall to the right.

What the hell did I miss? I absorb her brutality as I check each room for her along the way.

When I spot her, I’m met with a scene that makes me hard all over again.

What is it about her that makes me lightheaded from the speed at which my blood abandons my brain and shoots to my dick?

I step into the doorway of the bedroom Fallon was residing in, and there’s its tenant, sprawled out and being bound by all fours on the bed.

I let my eyes slowly roll over her figure.

Her clothes are saturated in blood, and the skin that isn’t stained red is a ghostly white.

She’s still alive, but barely. She’ll succumb to the blood loss sooner than later.

Better put this boner to good use while I still have a warm place to stick it.

Everything about Fallon screams purity, even beneath all the cuts and blood I can feel that her body remains untouched internally by anyone.

The outside of her body is another story, Amber clearly had an issue with her and unleashed it.

I zone in on Fallon's matted blonde hair, it’s caked with blood, and beneath the rats nest is a pretty nasty welt.

It looks like someone started the fun without me.

If I could’ve pulled out my phone and taken a picture of this scene, I would’ve set it as my wallpaper. Capturing Amber and Fallon in this moment to reminisce on forever.

I can’t help but notice we are one woman short. Did she kill her already? “Hey, where’s Summer?”

Amber’s eyes dart to mine, wide and wild. “She freaked out when she saw me hit Fallon. I sent her for firewood but she came back to grab something. FUCK!”

She’s panicking and it’s god damn adorable.

Don’t worry, I’ll save the day. I walk up behind her, wrapping my arms around her middle.

I pull her to me, breathing in her scent.

She smells of the forest, the storm, the mud, and me.

It makes my cock throb against her perfect ass.

She relaxes against me, the tension in her body dispersing for just a moment.

“Do you want me to go find her?” I ask.

“No. There’s no way she would’ve really run off. If I know her as well as I think I do, she took off because I scared the shit out of her. She just needs a minute alone to register what she saw, then she’ll come crawling back asking all the questions.”

“We can’t have any loose ends, Amber.” I don’t give a damn if this was her blood sister or whatever…

we have a plan, and we’re sticking to it.

A plan that has been months in the making.

One I’ve been perfecting since stumbling across Amber on a web forum for people who have an obsession for serial killers.

The hardest part was trying to figure out how to get all of the girls here at once.

It was pure dumb luck that Summer wanted to leave the city with everyone to recharge her witchy shit during the meteor shower.

A bunch of supernatural bullshit if you ask me, but it got them here, so I won’t complain externally.

Amber got a hold of me, asking if I had any open rentals the weekend of the celestial event.

I didn’t…but I told Amber that I did. No way in hell was I putting this plan on hold any longer.

She had me aching for her, so the couple that was previously occupying this cabin had to go.

“I know, Cy. I’ll find her. I need to be the one to do this.

If anyone’s going to kill my best friend, it’s going to be me.

” She turns in my hold, placing a gentle kiss on my cheek.

I’m obsessed with the way she says my name, even the dumb shortened version of it.

“You can stay here and do whatever your heart desires with her.” Amber juts her thumb at the near-corpse behind her.

Well she’s got me there, I can’t say no to a virgin.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay and play with me?” I ask, grinding my erection into the apex of her thighs.

Her eyes roll back as pleasure relights in her veins, and I think I’ve got her.

But she surprises me, yet again. “Not right now, Cyrus. Now be a good boy and do as I say while I’m gone.

I’ll be back soon.” My eyes snap to hers and I fucking whimper.

Damn it, I’ve never been called a good boy before, and fuck, I want her to do it again.

On that note Amber slips from my embrace, grabbing her knife off of the nightstand, leaving the room. A coldness seeps into my chest at her absence, but there’s another warm body to fill the void until she gets back.

I hear the back door slam, signalling my little psycho’s departure. I observe Fallon, she’s barely hanging on so I need to hurry. I want her alive long enough to know that the person who helped plan her death is the same one that’s about to pop her sweet cherry.

I pull a knife out of the front pocket of my jeans and unsheathe it.

Trailing the blade down her leg, I make my way to the end of the bed.

I drag the tip along the top of her foot, in between her toes and down her arch.

She twitches in response to the small dose of pain as a thin line of blood rises to the surface.

Pressing the point to the heel of her foot, I say through a smirk, “I wish I could tell you I’m going to go slow, that it’ll only hurt for a minute, or that I’ll only use the tip…

but I’m a fucking liar, and I’m going to love hurting you.

” Without warning, I slam the blade into the bottom of her foot.

The pain rips Fallon out of whatever fog she was floating in, and drops her back into her body. Her back arches up off the mattress as she lets out an unholy wail of agony, pulling on her bindings. Amber has her trussed up so securely that Fallon doesn’t gain even a millimetre of ground.

With a quick wiggle of my blade inside her, I hear the telltale ‘ pop ’ from severing her Achilles tendon.

Even if she managed to get off the bed, she’d have to crawl because I just ripped away her ability to walk.

I pull my knife out, swiftly slicing through the back of her other ankle, cleaving her other tendon in two.

She doesn’t make a sound or move a muscle.

Did I kill her? I watch the rapid rise and fall of her chest, knowing now that shock has set in, and she’s most likely falling in and out of consciousness.

I’m not sure what Amber did to her, but mixed with my eccentric taste in torture, she’s not going to last much longer.

I climb onto the bed, moving in between her spread legs.

I thank whoever’s above that she’s wearing leggings because my knife slices through the centre seam like butter.

She’s bare beneath them, and her naked pussy is exposed and vulnerable.

So pretty, pink, and ripe for the taking.

“You know, I couldn’t figure out why I was so drawn to you at the beginning.

” I pop the button on my jeans, and unzip my fly.

“Especially since everything leading up to that moment was to meet Amber.” Pushing my pants and underwear down to my knees, I grip my cock, pumping it as I salivate over the view of her exposed and helpless.

“But when I found out you were untainted, it all made sense. I’m like a bloodhound when it comes to those who still possess their hymens.

Not kids though, that shit is deplorable.

” I spit down onto her cunt as her eyelids flutter, pupils shifting in size as she refocuses on the room around her.

I line my hard dick up to her entrance.

“Lukas?” she whispers.

I shove my cock inside her.

She screams as I feel my shaft tear through the membrane of her innocence. The pressure on the crown of my cock right before I take something from a woman that no other can is euphoric. That piece of them will only ever belong to me, I own them all in a way no other man will.

She’s slipping away again. I bet if I got her into the sack willingly, she would’ve been just as much of a dead lay. A starfish. A lazy lover. A real turtle who can’t do anything once on their back.

“This is pathetic. You’re pathetic.” I snarl, repulsed by the lifeless fuck beneath me.

She can’t even stay coherent long enough to fight me.

“I’m done with this.” I pick up my knife from the end of the mattress and ram it into her stomach.

Over and over, I pierce her abdomen, craving the sweet warmth of her blood splashing my skin.

But it doesn’t come, and neither do I. Amber seems to have drained us both, but at least Fallon won’t die a virgin.