Page 14 of Corruption
“I’ll shoot!” I warned him.
“With what?”
Confusion engulfed me as I glanced down at my empty hands. My gun, which I’d held just moments ago, had vanished. Panic swelled inside me. The man’s laughter grew louder, assaulting my senses, and I shifted my attention back to him. He turned to Alison, nuzzling his face into her hair, inhaling the fragrance that was meant only for me. A surge of anger coursed through me, and I lunged forward, determined to wrench her from his clutches. But the closer I thought I got to the staircase, the further it seemed to recede. I sprinted for what felt like an eternity, yet the staircase remained out of reach. The man’s laughter mocked me.
“How pathetic,” he chuckled.
“Jared...” Alison pleaded.
Once more, I tried to reach her, but the staircase remained an unreachable goal. My heart raced, fear gnawing at me. I couldn’t remember ever feeling this terrified. Why couldn’t I reach her? Just when I thought the staircase was within grasp, a gunshot shattered the silence. I looked up just in time to see the man push Alison’s lifeless body over the railing. She tumbled and landed with a dull thud right before me. My hand rested on the staircase’s railing as though I’d been standing there for ages. I stood there, utterly frozen, staring at Alison’s lifeless form. The sight was grotesque, something inside me snapping.
I tore my gaze away from her, searching for the man responsible for her death, but he had vanished. My eyes returned to Alison. Her lifeless eyes stared vacantly at the ceiling as a pool of crimson enveloped her. I took a hesitant step toward her, but a hand on my shoulder snapped me out of my trance. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Vince, a younger version of himself, shaking his head.
“She’s gone, son,” he whispered. “Come home.”
I remained immobile, but the world around me was moving. When I looked ahead again, away from Vince, I saw blinking red and blue lights, forming a sea of colors. A crowd had gathered around me, craning their necks to catch a glimpse of what had unfolded in my home. A police officer approached me, his expression apologetic.
“Do not worry, sir, we will find out who killed your wife,” he assured me.
“My what?” I stammered.
The officer then surprised me by presenting a ring, a black band adorned with a large blue ruby that shimmered under the police car’s lights. I reached out and took it, but the ring felt foreign to me. I was about to tell the officer that Alison wasn’t my wife when I saw it: a black body bag being wheeled out of my house. My ability to speak vanished. I clenched the ring in my hand, my mind consumed by thoughts of revenge. Those who dared to touch what was rightfully mine would suffer the most agonizing of fates. I vowed this to whatever divine force might be listening. No one would escape my retribution.
I abruptly sat up, the blanket sliding down my sweat-drenched body. My trembling hands rose in front of me. My heart raced as though I’d just completed a marathon. I scanned the room, finding comfort in its familiarity before the image of that black body bag resurfaced in my mind.
“Alis...” My voice trailed off as I turned toward the couch, where Alison was peacefully asleep. I placed a trembling hand against my chest, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief wash over me. My dream had felt hauntingly real. I could still sense the desperation and fear that had coursed through my veins. But then, as I realized what I was doing, I quickly withdrew my hand. Why was I feeling so relieved? It had just been a dream. Anger replaced my momentary relief, and a darker emotion took hold. My inner turmoil awakened a primal, furious instinct directed at Alison. Irrationally, I blamed her for my unsettling emotions. I slid out of bed, my hands trembling not with fear, but with an intense need that needed to unleashed.
I stood over her, utterly bare, a swirling mix of anger and that frustrating relief surging within me.It was only a dream!I yelled to myself internally. Nevertheless, I leaned down and freed one of her hands before fastening the other to the couch’s leg.
Alison stirred, awakening from the disturbance. Her eyes blinked rapidly as she remained caught between the dream world and reality. I pushed her onto her back, discarding the towel, and loomed over her. Her legs fell open, inviting me in, granting me the space I desired. With determination, I reached down, stroking myself until I was fully hard. No words passed between us as I positioned myself and then thrust inside her with unwavering force. She gasped, attempting to move back a little, but I allowed her no time to get ready. There was a frenzied urgency in my movements, compelling me to thrust hard and fast. Strangely, my usual games held no allure at this moment. My motions grew relentless as I released my pent-up anger in an uncharacteristically brutal fashion. Yet Alison neither protested nor fought me. Instead, her legs wrapped around me, and as her body warmed, she moved in sync with me, yielding completely. I didn’t even consider using her own pleasure against her. In that moment, my focus was solely on me, and an orgasm struck suddenly, eliciting a guttural groan as I buried my face in her neck, inhaling her fresh, clean scent. I had despised the idea that another man might have had the opportunity to savor it. This thought only made me drive deeper into Alison, as though I was attempting to stake my claim. As I emptied myself into her, the climax released a considerable amount of tension, yet I remained trembling. My emotions clashed within me, and I was uncertain which one dominated—satisfaction or anger?
In my state of confusion, I failed to withdraw from her. I remained nestled against her, inhaling the fragrance of her cleanliness. However, something soon struck me. Alison’s hand slowly traced up my neck, threading through my hair, gently tugging and caressing my scalp. My nerve endings reacted to her delicate touch, sending a soothing sensation through me. But even though the feeling brought a sense of tranquility, it also irritated me. I abruptly moved away from her, realizing that she was gazing up at me without a trace of anger or the usual fire in her eyes. Where was her fire? I had used her as my release, taken her without warning, and simply focused on my own pleasure, yet, much like yesterday, she remained silent. Something was terribly amiss, and I withdrew from her to clean up and dress myself.
After getting dressed, using the bathroom, and brushing my teeth, I returned to the living room, where I still found Alison lying on her back. She was doing nothing—no complaints, no attempts to free herself. She simply lay there, her nipples hard due to the room’s chill, her legs now closed, and she had even managed to place the towel beneath her, protecting the couch from the mess I had made. No, something was profoundly amiss. As I approached the door, she turned her head to observe me but said nothing.
“I will be gone for a while,” I announced, hoping to provoke some reaction in her. “I’ll try to retrieve some items from the house, and when I return, we can continue our game.”
She nodded in response. “May I use the bathroom before you leave?”
“No,” I replied, partly to test her. I preferred that she didn’t ruin the couch, but I was also curious to see her reaction.
“Very well, Master,” she whispered, turning her gaze away to stare at the ceiling.
This was very, very wrong. Somehow, her eerie compliance irked me even more. This wasn’t Alison. What had come over her? I moved closer, and she returned her eyes to me as I rested my hand on the back of the couch, leaning over her. She didn’t question my actions. Instead, she looked at me with an expectant expression, ready to receive her next command.
“What are you doing?” I inquired, bewildered.
She appeared puzzled. “I’m lying tied to the couch, Master.”
“No, no, that’s not what I’m referring to. I thought the shock of last night might have turned you into this obedient little slave. Perhaps you even needed an outlet from everything. However, you continue to be obedient.”
“Is that not what you wanted, Master?” Alison asked.
“No, because it’s fake,” I snapped.
“What? I thought you wanted me to come crawling to you.”
“Yes, but it’s not genuine. Whatever game you’re playing, it ends now,” I ordered.
