Page 38 of My Turn

He still looked uncertain, but he nodded and picked up the first glass. I brought my bottle of water to my mouth to conceal my smile. He gagged a little, then went for the second.

I remained tense until he put back the last one. While the others cheered, I took the bottle of vodka and shut myself in the bathroom. I tipped it upside down in the tub until it was empty, then rinsed it out a few times. I’d drop it in the dumpster outside later, but I wanted to be extra cautious.

When I returned to the room, Viktor looked slightly more drunk than he had before. He’d only consumed half as much liquor as he thought and things were just going to get worse for him as time went on.

“We should do this again tomorrow,” Rob said.

“I’m busy tomorrow night,” I replied. “Next time, though.”

Chapter 15

Jayce

It was encouraging when Viktor called out sick from the meetings the next day. Everyone laughed about him being too green for their world. By this time tomorrow, the kid wouldn’t be in the world at all.

Sometimes, these things were too easy. When people thought of poison, their minds usually went to hemlock or cyanide. If they were smart, they would figure out how to get their hands on ethylene glycol- thanks Ben and your extensive network of friends. It was the toxic ingredient in antifreeze and with the right dosage, it was lethal. Since he’d been drinking alcohol, some of the effects, such as metabolic acidosis, could be attributed to that. Even postmortem, they rarely checked for ethylene glycol unless they had a good reason to. Viktor would go into cardiac arrest at a certain point, effectively taking care of his nosey ass.

Murder wasn’t my modus operandi in most cases but since things were becoming more serious in my game with Alana, I couldn’t take chances. If any suspicion was cast on me, this whole thing could unravel quickly. She’d already made a policereport, which hardly concerned me, but I didn’t want to add anything else to the case.

That was the reason I’d caught a plane after today’s meetings. I had to go back on the first flight in the morning, but it was worth it. This way, nobody knew that I was in town. When Erebus visited Alana, there was no way she could imagine it was me when her mind started spiraling and overthinking.

I didn’t want my car to be seen on any traffic cameras, so I decided to walk from my house. It was only two miles and I was able to cut through neighborhoods. In my hoodie and backpack, I looked like the average midnight wanderer in New York. This area was far from boujee, so I wouldn’t draw any attention as long as I didn’t stand around and look suspicious.

It was nearly one in the morning and since it was Friday, I knew that Alana would be asleep. She held firmly to the opinion that the last day of the week warranted rest and if any partying was to be done, it should be on Saturday. She hadn’t used her phone in two hours. If she was awake, that wouldn’t be the case.

I walked into her apartment and gave it a quick once over. It was still and quiet. The little box on the wall had a red light, showing that the alarm system wasn’t active right now. It was so nice to have control of these things from my phone.

Crouching, I set my backpack on the floor and unzipped it. I pulled out the rope- a rough texture that would quickly chafe her skin if she struggled. After wrapping it around my arm, I filled a syringe and tapped out the air bubbles. It wouldn’t knock her out for long and when she woke up, she’d have a hard time fighting through it. Since she lived in an apartment, I couldn’t have her screaming too much. Just a bit.

I stepped into her room and dropped the rope on the floor. The small thud made her stir a little, but she didn’t wake up. After turning my mask on, I knelt on the bed, positioning a leg on each side of her hips. I pushed forward so that my cockrubbed on her ass through my jeans. She made a disgruntled sound and when I settled my hands on the mattress, she peered at me over her shoulder.

With a gasp, her eyes went wide and she tried to roll over. I grabbed onto her wrists, holding them down.

“Get off of me,” she shrieked.

“Shh.”

She let out a sob as she tried to buck me off. I lowered myself, pressing my weight into her back. With the mask touching her face, I inhaled. When she took a deep breath, I covered her mouth to muffle her scream. She tried to bite me, so I flipped her over and straddled her before I locked my fingers around her throat, cutting off her air.

“Not a very clever fox,” I said, making my voice sound deeper and adding a slight accent. I’d practiced and recorded it for an insufferable amount of time to make sure she wouldn’t be able to recognize me.

“Please,” she whispered.

I ground my hips into her, drawing a whimper from her lips, then pulled the syringe from my hoodie pocket. Her eyes flashed to it and another sob shook her. She squeaked when I pushed the needle into her neck. A moment later, she went limp.

Easy as pie.

Now it was time to set up.

I got to work with my tools and started making a couple of holes in the ceiling. There was a supporting beam that was inside and ran from one end of the room to the other. It was the perfect structure for my purposes.

Once the hooks were secured, I tugged on them hard to make sure they wouldn’t pull free when she inevitably struggled. I threaded the rope through all six of them, which would help to distribute the weight from each spot.

Grabbing Alana, I undressed her, then flipped her onto her stomach and bent her legs so that her heels pressed into the backs of her thighs. I wrapped the rope around her ankles multiple times to keep them secured, then moved on to her wrists. Taking the ends, I pulled them taut and looked her over.

With her legs bent and her arms suspended above her, her knees rested on the mattress but just barely. It put enough pressure on her wrists that it would hurt. If she struggled, it would be a lot worse. Her legs weren’t bound together, but instead were each connected to the rope on the corresponding wrist, keeping her spread open for me. She wouldn’t be able to gain any traction since she couldn’t use her feet, which left her completely at my mercy.

While she was still unconscious, I grabbed the labia clamp and laid underneath her to situate it. It was almost funny how I felt like I was working on a car in this position. The view was significantly better.