Page 39 of Burn With Me

I pushed back the hood on my hoodie and took off the baseball cap before turning my head so she could see the scar that traveled down the side of my face. The shrill noise she made was another shot straight to my cock. I gave it a quick rub, promising it would find its ecstasy soon enough.

Her blue eyes found mine, and I knew what she was thinking, but sex wasn’t what he wanted from her. Pussy was boring. Pussy was just a hot, wet hole, or so I’d heard. Her screams of death, on the other hand, that was pure fucking rapture.

“You see what my pet can do?” I gently ran my fingers down the two long jagged scars that had burned more than skin deep. “See what you have to look forward to.”

I smiled as she whimpered and thrashed around on the ground like a massive worm. Standing, I took a deep breath, my chest rising with the large intake of air. For a moment, I tried to imagine what I must look like to her. Was I the monster she envisioned living under her bed as a little girl, or was I worse? The blonde tried to curl herself into a small ball like a possum, but there was no playing dead in this game.

There was only death.

Reaching down, I grabbed her tied legs and began to drag her across the concrete floor. Her feet feebly flailed, the initial fear now turning into survival mode. She made little noises like cats did when pissed, and I laughed at the ridiculous sound. She really was quite entertaining. Tossing her onto the metal table, she cried out and tried to roll back off.

“Do you really think rolling off the table is going to help?” I asked, gripping the metal cuffs I’d attached to her wrists and yanking them above her head.

She continued to thrash, but for someone who seemed so fit, she wasn’t that strong, and it felt like I was combating a feather as I attached the cuffs to the chain on the table.

I traced a finger down the side of her body, her eyes snapping and glaring at me. She still held the worry that I was going to rape her as she involuntarily tried to cross her legs and would glance down her body.

“Don’t worry, Brit-nay. I’m not going to fuck you,” I mocked and smiled as her body momentarily stilled as she waited for the punchline. “I’m just going to kill you.”

The calm evaporated instantly, and her thrashing became wild, her cute little heels banging on the metal table like a worm under a shoe. Grabbing her feet in one hand, I picked up the next piece of chain in the other. I began to hum and wished that I could whistle. It was something I’d never mastered, but this seemed like such an appropriate time to whistle while you work.

Once her feet were secure, I stared down calmly into her seething eyes. In one quick motion, I ripped the silver tape covering her mouth off. She screamed as it tore at her delicate skin that had never been treated so roughly.

“Why are you doing this to me,” she asked through her trembling lips. Her voice hitched as new tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Why? Why ask why? ‘Why’ is such an overused word. Have you ever noticed that? I mean, people ask ‘why’ for everything. Why is the sky blue? Why is the grass green? Why do you hate me? Why am I here? Why did you kill those people? Why fire? Why? Why? Why? The better question is, why not?”

“Do you want money? I have lots of money if that’s what you want.” Britnay nodded her head as she pleaded like that might help her cause. “Or I can make you famous? Or I can hook you up with women, I’m sure you don’t get many with…well you know.”

My brow arched at her. At least she didn’t mince words. “No, I don’t want money. Money is just colored paper and brings me no satisfaction. I have zero interest in being famous…well, your kind of famous anyway. As for women….do I look like I want a woman in my life?” I shook my head no. “The only thing I want is to hear you scream while you die an excruciating death. Is that really too much to ask?”

“There’s something wrong with you.”

“I don’t have anything wrong with me.” I stood up straight and laid a hand on my chest over my heart. “I’m one of the few that are normal. I mean, look at this world you’ve surrounded yourself with.”

I picked up the sparkly pink purse and dumped its contents on her stomach. “Condoms, a phone, make-up, receipts to fancy restaurants, women’s products, an extra thong. Oh look, more condoms, ones with ridges and glow in the dark.” I raised an eyebrow at her. “Were you heading to an orgy that has black lights?”

“Leave my stuff alone,” she bit out, her cheeks turning a vibrant shade of pink.

“You’re worried about your stuff when you’re chained to a table? Keep proving my point. What did he ever see in you,” I mumbled as I picked up her cell phone and held it in front of her face to unlock it.

Gotta love facial rec technology.

“Who are you talking about?”

I ignored her as I flipped through her phone, which had a million apps on it. “Here we go.”

I found her main social media account, which had millions of followers. This was something that I wanted as many as possible to see. “Wow, you’re almost at twelve million followers? Not bad.”

“Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone what you did.”

Ignoring her, I scrolled through her posts and held up one of her in a bikini, smiling for the camera as she cocked a hip suggestively.

“Tell me something because I’m truly curious. Do you think any of these people that like and make comments on your photos give a shit about you? I mean, really care whether you live or die? These fake friends in your fake life while you put on a fake smile? Do you actually think that while you sit in your glittering little ball of fakeness, those following you care what gourmet meal you ate for breakfast? Or how you struggled with the loss of your newly polished nail? This is a time for truth.” I looked at her social media handle. “Britnay Cutie.”

“They care. The people are real. There are always people that say mean things, but most care.”

“Oh, they’re real people, alright. It’s their actions and emotions that are clouding your judgment and making you delusional. No matter. I guess we will find out soon enough.” Grabbing the stand I’d brought, I placed the phone in the holder and stood it at the end of the table, ensuring Britnay could be seen clearly.