Page 4 of The Unbecoming

“Just be careful, okay?” Liam says, taking my hand into his to squeeze.

“I always am,” I say, but it’s a blatant lie.

“What else is new?” Sadie asks me, clearly not wanting to hear any more about my project.

“Same as usual,” I say, sitting back. “Look, I have this interview first thing in the morning, so I need to prepare a little and get some sleep.”

“We just got here, Nora,” Sadie sighs. “Really?”

“I’m sorry. I just really need to be prepared. It’s a third of my grade.”

“It’s okay. Want me to come by?” Liam asks me.

“I’ll probably be asleep,” I lie. “Maybe tomorrow after the interview?”

“Okay,” he says, kissing me again. “Love you, baby.”

“Love you, too,” I say as I stand. Lying to him has got to be one of the hardest things I’ve done. He’s not doing anything wrong; in fact, most women would absolutely adore having him as a partner. I’m just not cut out for a normal loving relationship, I think. One day, I will end things so he can find someone he deserves. I already know I’m a horrible fucking person for letting things get this far. I assumed he was going to be like any other jock and be fucking around, but no. He’s actually really sweet. Unfortunately, I’m not wired for healthy relationships.

When I get back to my apartment, I strip down so I can wear nothing but a tank top and panties. My apartment is a studio a few blocks from campus. Small enough that I can reach almost everything without getting out of bed. It took me years to get off the waiting list, and I haven’t bothered decorating much.

The food arrives while I’m rereading Gabriel’s file for what has to be the tenth time. I ordered Chinese takeout on my way home, so it arrives quickly, allowing me to sit cross-legged on the bed as I stuff my face with Lo Mein and read the file yet again.

There are a few things I know for sure. Firstly, I have to go into this interview with confidence. He knows what he is doing, so he will be able to tell right away if I am not confident. I’m there to do a job, and he is literally in fucking jail. That doesn’t make me better than him, but I’m not the one in jail.

I have to simplify this. What do men with big egos want? Easy: they want power, control, and the last word. Let him speak as much as he wants. People reveal themselves when they believe they are teaching you. If he wants to psychoanalyze me, fine, but it’s telling of what he’s being defensive about. Find the weakness, and press hard. Maybe this is a really fucking stupid idea considering he has killed nine people.

Allegedly.

I would still like to see the crime scene photos, so I’m going to push to try and obtain those. There has to be a connection between the victims somehow. I don’t believe that they are truly random. He is picking them for a reason.

Allegedly.

I end up lying flat on my back, staring up at the ceiling, living in my thoughts. I have no idea what I’m about to walk into.

Chapter Four

Gabriel

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” she moans as I shove into her cunt as hard as I can, over and over again. This correctional officer wanted a quick fuck with someone dangerous, but she’s about to find out how big of a mistake that was. What kind of fucking prison let her be alone with someone like me anyhow?

“You like that?” I growl. “You like it when I make it hurt?”

“Yes!” she moans, taking every brutal thrust. I have her bent over a table in the laundry room, and her pants are around her ankles. The beauty of this, for me, is that she can’t do shit. What is she going to do? Tell on me after she consensually had sex with an inmate? No. She’s going to take my cock because she doesn’t have any other choice.

When I feel her cunt tightening around me, I wait until that beautiful moment where her breath catches, and she is seconds from coming. I prepare by grabbing her by the hair to pull her head back. I cover her mouth with my hand before abruptly pulling out and forcing into her ass.

She screams against my palm and instantly starts fighting me as I start fucking her ass as hard and fast as I can. Her tears roll across my hand as she pulls on my wrist, but I don’t let go. She has a lesson to learn. Don’t trust the monsters in chains, even if you are a lonely bitch with low morals.

“You wanted me so badly, fucking take my fucking cock, whore!” I growl, hammering into her ass. I can smell the blood in the air, and it makes my balls tighten. She doesn’t stop fighting, and her whimpers become desperate when I pull her back against my chest and start rubbing her clit as I take her ass. “Come, bitch. You fucking wanted me. Remember?” I pinch and roll her clit, making her scream out against my palm as her body trembles. I squeeze her clit harder, ramming my cock as deep into her ass as I can. She is stretched perfectly for me, but her body protests. She is tense, but when her orgasm breaks, she tightens more around my cock as she sobs under my hand. I push deep, with violent thrusts to drain my cock. When I pull out of her, I step back and grab a towel to clean my dick off.

I think her name is Beth. She is sniffling and hiccuping as she pulls her pants up, still full of my come. She doesn’t look me in the eyes anymore. Before, she was practically fawning over me. Now? Well, I think she’s learned why she shouldn’t play with monsters.

I let her place the cuffs back on me before she slowly leads me back through the prison to my cell. She is trying to walk normally, but we both know she has blood and come leaking from her stretched and abused asshole. Her belly probably aches, and I’ll be on her mind for days.

I step into my cell and put my hands through the small door so she can unlock my cuffs. She doesn’t say a word when she backs away, and I turn to the sink to clean up more.

Prison isn’t so bad when everyone is scared of you. They don’t let me around the other inmates, which is honestly lame. Who are they protecting, them or me?