Page 53 of My Turn

“Please,” she cried. “Drug me or something. Fuck, please.”

Ignoring her, I continued. I had to move back often because of her shaking, but eventually, she settled into a constant state of trembling. She was sobbing the entire time. Little hiccups started to punctuate every breath.

“Almost done,” I told her.

The needles were at the very top of her clit and her wails picked up again. “I… h-hate… y-you.”

“I know, baby. We’ll get through that.”

When I finished the final line, I wiped away the blood, which drew another cry from her.

“That was the worst part. Apparently, the healing isn’t all that bad.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. I moved up the bed and brushed my thumbs over her cheeks. They were sticky with fresh and oldtears, making some of her hair stick to her face. I pushed it back, then ran my hands down to her jaw.

Fuck, I wanted to kiss her.

Well, her hands were bound. While she wasn’t looking, I brought the mask up just enough to uncover my mouth. My lips pressed against hers softly and she immediately started to thrash. I gripped her jaw to keep her in place until she settled.

“Kiss me and I’ll leave.”

“Do you promise?” she whispered.

“If you kiss me like you’d kiss him, I promise I’ll leave.”

She tugged on the restraints to help her arch upward. This time, she stayed still when my lips moved against hers. The tension was obvious, but I didn’t care. For this moment, I wanted to pretend. This was what every part of me had been desperate for since I was fourteen. It was a long fucking time to wait for a kiss from the girl of your dreams. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t actually kissingmeor that she hated every second of it. I’d been living in delusion for twelve years. This was easy.

Until I pulled away.

With my mask situated again, I looked down at her. She was staring at the window, completely checked out from the present.

“I’ll give you a week,” I said as I gathered my stuff.

“For what?” Her voice was hoarse and weak from her crying. If I was Jayce right now, I’d make her some tea and give her all the after care anyone could ever need.

“Before I come back to play with your pussy.”

“I won’t fucking be here.”

“Hm.”

I pulled out my phone. Before I came here, I took the case off so that she wouldn’t recognize it. I navigated to my gallery, then turned it around. Her eyes widened when she saw the picture of Jayce- me- in the garden. I scrolled, showing her one taken through my window while I read in bed.

“You’ll be where I want you to be. If not…”

She tugged fiercely on her restraints. “You can’t just take over my life.”

“Yet I have. Weren’t you listening before? I own you, Alana. Just look at your pussy.”

She blinked a few times, then looked down. “Untie me.”

“You’ll figure it out.”

Slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I walked out the door. She was still yelling after me when I entered the breezeway. Her voice was cracking and I knew that if she kept it up, she’d lose it. Imagine all the things I could do to her if she could no longer scream.

She deserved all of me, though. I wasn’t just the monster who stalked her, nor was I only the best friend who comforted and cared for her. I’d hurt her tonight and from the way she looked, I knew she needed someone to care for her before Erebus came back. She could break, but I needed it to be a clean break, otherwise she couldn’t heal right.

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