This isn’t the first or the last woman I’ll see him with. He does it to taunt and provoke me, but she’s the first person I feel deep betrayal by. She was mine, my friend and she knew the rules and yet here she is breaking them.
I look at the deep rouge seeping strips on Ryan’s back from his and my favorite toy, the cat o’ nine with thin metal wiring woven in. Ryan’s pain threshold was one I could never reach, he longed for the hiss of that whip, the burning slice as it would sliver through his flesh kissing the blood beneath the skin. He taught me so many things about life, about need, about myself. He was mine and I his. How dare she, how dare he.
… Kill
He warned me that Georgina would betray me, he told me eventually he would have to kill her and I let myself trust someone that wasn’t him. I let myself believe that maybe she was like us and we could keep her, I was wrong but so was he.
He wouldn’t have to kill her, because I’m going to.
I tighten the grip on the blade I’d picked up from the kitchen on my way to his room, a serrated edge, my sadistic trait inherited from him coming out to show her face. It will hurt more when it severs through nerves and her vital organs.
Bitch!
My pulse pounds heavily in my ears, the scream of my inner beast tearing at my façade wanting free, and the beast will get her wish tonight.
I creep up behind them, mesmerized by the muscles pulling tight with every thrust… Cunt!
Grabbing a handful of his luscious mane of hair and pulling him with all the strength I had, he came apart from her easily, her pussy has seen more pokes than a Facebook flirt.
He wasn’t shocked to see me, his eyes sparked and he licked his plump lips.
Lips he used on her.
“What are you going to do Cereus?” He punctuated each letter of my name as if to point out that it was in fact me holding the knife. The anger growing, manifesting was all me, his sweet Cereus was deadly in this moment.
Georgina’s small whimper gained my focus as she turned to face me, trying to cover her modesty. Was she fucking kidding me right now? I’d seen her naked more times than the woman who birthed her, she’s more forward than anyone I’d ever met.
“You were sleeping,” she defends. Like that’s a reason to go fuck someone who wasn’t hers.
“Well I’m awake now.”
Ryan’s laugh only fuels my anger. Georgina’s whimpering will find no mercy here. I lunge towards her and she puts her hands up to protect herself causing the blade I swipe out at her to cut straight across her palms, making her scream and scurry from the bed
“Help me,” she cries and I mimic her to Ryan’s delight.
“Help me, help me! I did fucking help you. He would have killed you months ago and I saved you from that, and this is how you repay me!” It’s not a question.
She’s on her hands and knees, crawling along the floor like the rat she is.
“She doesn’t give a shit about you Cereus, she’s been begging me to fuck her ever since she got here.”
And you had to do it.
I reach out, grabbing the blonde hair she’s so fond of and pull her up to her knees. She squeals and the last few months assault my mind with the memories we shared.
You were foolish; you should have listened to Ryan.
I can almost hear him mocking me, or maybe that’s not in my head and he really is. I can’t tell as a haze of anger and thirst for revenge is so thick it’s clouding everything else.
I bring the knife down and it plunges deep into her chest. It’s hard to pull it free but I manage and bring it down again and again. Until her blood pools and coats my feet, and her body goes heavy in my grip.
“Well that really was something to watch Cereus.”
“Fuck you!” I scream at him. “Fuck you!”
“Yeah, that’s what you want to do and that’s why your so called friend is mulch on the floor.”
I slap at his face and the fire ignites in his eyes. He’s breathing heavy and is stark naked, his cock hard and long, jutting out in my direction. His dark knowing laugh causes my eyes to dart to his and I slap at him again until he restrains my wrist.
“I hate you for this!” I spit.
“You love me and want me. Is this all that you needed to be the real you Cereus?” He rips at my nightgown, shredding it in two and pushing the scraps from my shoulders. We’re both panting, the blood from Georgina’s body still warm at my feet.
He grips under my arms and lifts me. My body complies on instinct, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Is this all you needed my sweet Cereus?” He rams himself into me and I scream from the intrusion, not from the pain but from the divine relief he has finally shown me.