Page 22 of Trick or Treat

"I know. Alot has changed. I'm surprised the landlord is putting up with it. They threatened to have us evicted for having our music up too loud past nine that one Christmas, remember?" I shout, opening a bottle of wine, as she puts the TV on and sinks into the couch as if she's had a long day or something.

"Yeah, how could I forget?" she laughs mockingly, then she gasps, grabbing my attention immediately. "No shit…"

"What now?"

"They're doing a segment on TV about the graduates from the college who went missing last year, and Carli and Shawn are all over the news."

I swallow hard and timidly walk into the living room to watch it, scared to see their faces after all this time. Sure enough, Shawn and Carli, along with ten other missing student's pictures flash on the TV screen with a short explanation about what happened to them, which is, of course, only speculation. I collapse on the couch and stare blankly, zoning off again. Moments later, my phone goes off, and when I check it, I'm shocked to see a message from River.

Hey, are you watching the news?

Yeah, I'm assuming you saw Shawn and Carli on it too?

Yeah, shit is crazy, isn't it? I can't believe they still haven't found him yet.

Hopefully, they still will.

I wait for a response, but it never comes. I have a gut feeling Shawn’s gone. There were too many things going on for him to simply give up on life. But the question of where his body is if he is dead and what happened to him remains unanswered.

As I sit here, staring blankly at the screen, Iget a very deep chill that racks my body wildly as my mind drifts back to one of the many nights that I still have nightmares about.

Flashback, December

Deciding to call it an early night, I crawl into bed and tuck myself under the covers, curling into the fetal position to ease the brutal cramps contracting inside my stomach. After eating more Midol than I should've and running out of all the hot water in my baths, I've given up on trying to get rid of the pain radiating throughout my body. With River working, trying to take his mind off Shawn still being missing, and Melanie probably at the club, I once again have the apartment to myself.

I've never been one who likes being alone, even though that's how I grew up. I adjust the volume on the TV, drowning out the sound of the city's traffic below, and close my eyes, trying to fall asleep, ignoring the pain from these killer cramps.

I feel my legs being spread open, and a little tickle on my clit jolts my body out of a dead sleep. With my eyes closed and my mind still locked in half of a dream, I reach my hands down and feel a head full of soft, curly hair between my legs. I'm not sure if I'm dreaming or not, but I can still feel a small smile spread across my lips as I tug the tousled strands through my fingers, parting my legs wider as long, thick fingers dig into my achy thighs.

Teeth nip at my oversensitive clit, making my head shake from side to side, but exhaustion prevents my eyes from opening. Pleasure rushesthrough me, and my back lifts off the bed as a tongue dips into my opening, toying with the string of my tampon, before a set of teeth give it a little tug. My eyes fling open when I feel it being pulled out of me, but all I can see is a silhouette as I glance toward the end of the bed at the man between my thighs, still thinking it's River.

"River…what are you doing? I have my period."

"So?" is all he says, which comes out in a whisper, and then his head is back between my legs, his tongue licking from my opening to my clit in one long, slow lick, setting every nerve in my body on fire.

I let my head fall against the pillow, allowing myself to enjoy the feeling of his tongue down there while I'm 'on the rag', which is something we've never done before. He uses his teeth on my clit, tugging it roughly, while mercilessly driving his tongue in and out of my pussy, making me feel things I've only felt one other time—in the cemetery.The memory hits me hard, almost as hard as the orgasm that rips through me, soaking his mouth as he sucks my release out of my pussy.

He drops my quivering legs from his shoulders onto my bed and sits on his knees, silently looking at me in the dark. I reach over and go to turn the light on, but his voice stops me, making me shake more than my orgasm.

"I wouldn't do that,Trouble."

Remembering that name from the cemetery, I freeze, my heart hammering in my ears. I turn the light on anyway and gasp when I see the sight in front of me. I notice the silver mask placed beside him on the bed and know right away that it's the same one that used the severed fingers on me that night.

He's now sitting in front of me, his eyes covered by sunglasses, and his mouth, nose, and chin stained with my blood and glistening with my cum. I snatch my blanket and cover my lower body from his hungry, sadistic eyes, trying to scoot back against the headboard to get away from him.

"What are you doing here? Get out!" I scream, but he doesn't budge.

"That's not what you weresaying a second ago." He smirks, licking my blood off his lips, sighing in satisfaction.

"You're disgusting."

"It's blood. What's so gross about it?"

"Everything, it's blood! What's so appealing about it?" I argue, not knowing why.

"The blood’s red color is alluring, don't you think, Trouble? Red is associated with love and lust, and it evokes feelings of passion and desire. Did you know that?"

“No, I didn’t.”