AustinI’ve been waiting for her to try something since she arrived. If she’d done it sooner, there would have been consequences. Her timing and fighting me like a wildcat put me in a forgiving mood. The pending completion of her ink is another factor. I want her to feel the same exhilaration I do. That won’t happen if I punish her. But fuck, the thought of punishing her turns me on. I inhale deeply, willing my cock to calm the fuck down.There are two escorts I use regularly and I need to call one of them. I’ve held myself in check long enough. The combination of Melina’s escape attempt and the final session have my dick throbbing painfully against my jeans. I won’t make it another night without fucking a woman.I follow her down the cellar stairs after flicking on the light. I placed the blanket in the laundry room, so she’s not in her normal mummy garb. The gentle sway of her hips holds my attention. I admire her long legs and want to run my fingers through her tangled hair. I have
MelinaAustin won’t even give me a pity fuck when he knows I’m going to die. I lay in the dark feeling sorry for myself. I really need to suck it up. Suck up the disappointment called life. Suck up the fact that I will die and no one will care.To make this entire day worse, I turned on the flashlight and the batteries failed within two minutes. If I’m lucky, I’ll die down here tonight just like the flashlight batteries. I could probably tear the blanket and fashion a noose. That would work if I wasn’t a chicken shit. I’ve thought of suicide most of my life and have never been able to take that final step. Now is no different. After yawning and trying to find a comfortable position to sleep, I manage to let the world fade and take me into nightmares.The bright overhead light startles me awake sometime later. I blink and try to focus. Same damn basement and it feels like the same damn night. Austin walks closer and bends down to release me from the chain. I’m waiting for him to say so
MelinaWith a growl, he pushes one of my knees up followed by the other. It’s uncomfortable because of my spread legs. I don’t have time to struggle before his cock pushes inside me and he tightens his hold on the belt. I gurgle as the belt cuts off my oxygen. Within seconds, he eases up and allows me to breathe. My gasps for air end when he clenches the belt tight again. He’s pumping into me furiously, his hot breath on my middle back, on the brand he’s put there. This time the clench around my throat is longer. Darkness clouds my vision after a few seconds and I start fighting.“Hold still,” he whispers gruffly in my ear. The belt loosens while Austin repeatedly rams into me. He won’t kill me, I tell my oxygen-deprived brain as I try to absorb what’s happening. The assault on my pussy, the tightening of the belt around my throat…there’s beauty in the depravity. My body comes alive and the feel of his rigid cock fills my senses.Suddenly I want to laugh because my need to fight the c
AustinHoly fuck I’m out of my league. The escorts I pay agree to my deviance. I’d go to jail if I picked up a woman in a bar and beat the fuck out of her. Melina begged and I delivered my soul on a platter for her taking. The fucking soul I didn’t know I have.Victor encouraged my sexual deviance. He fired the flames by providing women who could handle me. I paid exorbitant amounts of money to the escorts and they always came back for more. Everyone was happy, or so I made Victor believe. The truth is, I hated the women and only used them to relieve the pressure in my balls. I hated that I couldn’t have a normal relationship.Melina takes away the revulsion I’ve lived with since I was a teenager. I’ve only given her pain and darkness while taking so much. And still she wanted me and never shied away from the beast. Unafraid, she also trusted her life within my hands. The filthy hands of a killer.I’m stunned when she wiggles beside me, slowly lifts my hand, and draws it to her mouth.
AustinA few minutes later, I head into the kitchen dressed in slacks and a shirt. She’s placing our breakfast on the table. There’s something entirely fucked-up with this picture and I scowl. I say nothing as she serves me and then sits on the opposite side of the table. She looks down at her plate and remains quiet. Why the hell does it even bother me?The food smells delicious, I think grumpily. “I’m not accustomed to someone cooking for me.” It’s my white flag and she takes it by handing me a plate of bacon. I enjoy cooking for myself. After I turned eighteen, Cindy cooked for me only on rare occasions. I preferred to cook my own food and eat in my room.I scoop eggs onto my plate along with two slices of toast. I watch her closely as we begin eating.“What?” she finally asks.“You’re going back to your brother in five days.” And why the hell did I need to remind her? Her expression changes completely and I swear the fucking light goes out of her eyes. What the hell did she expect
MelinaI obediently follow Austin upstairs. It’s day five and I’m sure my time is up. I haven’t said a word to Austin since he left me in the basement after our fight. He’s talked minimally, which helps. I’ve eaten little food and complied stiffly when he checks the tattoo. The damn thing itches, and he’s lucky I haven’t scratched the ink from my skin.The smell of dinner fills the kitchen when we walk through the door. The table is set for two. I ignore it and head to the master bath. With a shrug, I lift my right arm and pull the T-shirt off. In the mirror, my olive skin is pale. The eyes peering back at me are dead with no hope.Austin stands behind me. I ignore the ink on my breast like I’ve ignored it these past five days. He washes my back, ass, and lastly, my breast. The water is warm and should be soothing, but it’s not. I impatiently wait for him to apply the ointment so we can end this charade.“You’ll be eating dinner with me tonight,” he says after he’s finished. “You’ve h
AustinThey leave with Melina and I head to the whiskey. By the third glass, doubt sets in. My feet move of their own accord even though I know where they’re taking me. I open Victor’s safe and remove the 10 by 10 metal box. The lock broke years ago. The dented metal is green with paint flakes scratched off here and there. Victor gave me the box on the one-year anniversary of me coming to live here.I lift the hinged top and move aside the top newspaper clipping. I placed the latest one in here a few days after Victor and Cindy’s funeral. The other clippings are about me. I go to the bottom of the box and pull out the thin strip of paper. It shows a burned down home on the outskirts of Austin, Texas.Fire kills twoInvestigation underway There’s more about my mother and her latest boyfriend. The article makes them sound like nice people, which is a complete lie. I feel nothing as I look at the burned image of the place I lived. Half the time there was no running water. More often tha
Moon Austin is a fucked-up mess and he might not be the ally I need in southern California. Only time will tell, but tonight’s actions were not those of a sane man. Alex put the woman in the back seat. The smell of Austin’s piss permeates the air. We might visit the asshole again sooner rather than later. The woman should be out for twelve hours. She appeared healthy with what little we saw of her. I’m not happy about the ink, and I can’t imagine she is either. Fernandez holds a man who betrayed me, which is the only reason I went through this shit with Austin. I want Fernandez dead too, but this isn’t my territory and I respect that Austin has the right to take out Fernandez. “He’s fucking crazy,” Alex says, disrupting my thoughts. “As they come,” I agree. He glances into the back seat. “Fernandez won’t like that he inked his sister.” Yeah, Alex and I have the same thinking patterns after being through so much together. Alex has few lines he won’t cross and that forces a chuckle