Taking me back through to the bar we met up with the guy and the blonde that was in the room before us. Shots were passed around and the petite blonde finally looked up at me with small glimpses before diverting her eyes to Ryan. She was beautiful in a Cinderella type beauty, big blue eyes, small nose, and ruby red lips.
“This is Georgina and Jack,” Ryan introduced, surprising me that he knew both their names. Ryan was one for solitude, with the exception of me. People exasperated him, so the fact he took the time to learn their names was new.
Jack had wandering hands under the table once we moved to a corner of the bar and he was heavy handed with his Georgina.
…Kill him.
“Let’s go back to ours,” Ryan announced. “I want you to show Cereus how to use a whip.”
My eyes widened at that statement but my veins warmed with the alcohol and the possibilities.
I was a natural according to Jack. The truth was I loved the feel of control over Ryan. The speed and power in which I chose to hit him with was mind-altering. The red welts rising bloody from my infliction knowing it gave him some form of pleasure sent pleasure through my own body. Ryan wanted this to be something just for him and me and I was grateful that he wanted this for us, to know that he was allowing me to give him something I knew he got elsewhere usually. Ryan was a pain seeker, he didn’t find pleasure in much, but pain he liked, blood and brutality was his thing.
… Our thing.
After strike five I sent Jack out of the room, he was trying to disagree, telling me I needed more training but like he said I was a natural and Ryan didn’t care either way.
Ryan’s naked frame stood spread-eagled against his bedroom wall, the only thing covering him was the rivulets of blood dripping down the back of his legs.
I stripped from my clothes, pulled my arm back and whipped it out fiercely, slicing the skin open. The hiss as the whip sliced through the thick, lust coated atmosphere caused goosebumps to sprinkle my naked body.
Another four strikes and the blood was thick, the crimson pool at his feet growing. I dropped the whip and walked over to him, laying my body against his, decorating myself in the gift he gave me, the gift I gave him.
We stayed that way until the blood began to congeal and became sticky between our bodies.
I pulled away from him and went to shower, coming back to find Jack had already cleaned Ryan’s wounds.
That was my job.
Drinks flowed after that and I can’t really remember much else.
I look back down at the cerise stain on my tank top. This was fresh on and from my room so this blood couldn’t be Ryan’s. The droplets on the floor have me rushing through the door. I follow a few blood spots to the bathroom, gasping when I come face to face with Georgina’s boyfriend who spent the entire night trying to slip his hand under my shorts. He’s laying in the tub, his breaths just a puff…puff…puff. His hands cover a wound to the stomach and blood was everywhere.
Dammit.
“Ryan!” I shout, ignoring the outstretched hand of the bleeding guy. I search my mind for his name but can’t recall it, there’s a buzzing in my head making my thoughts cloudy.
I sense Ryan before I turn to face him. “You killed him!” I whisper yell at him.
Ryan’s eyes follow mine to the bloodbath that was our restroom. “He’s still breathing,” he points out. He’s so nonchalant anyone would think I was berating him for not putting down the toilet seat.
He really doesn’t put the toilet lid down.
“Those sounds coming from him, that’s him breathing,” he again points out.
“Barely,” I growl, me, myself pointing to the almost dead man bleeding to death in our bathtub.
Holding his hands up Ryan’s eyes narrow on me. “Not my work, sweetness.” His eyes zero in on my shirt. I look down at the stain there and back up at Ryan. What, he thinks I did this? No… I don’t remember. Did I?
“Oh God,” Georgina’s breathy voice joins ours in the room.
“Now look!” Ryan grumbles, tugging the knife from ‘Jack!’ His name is Jack!
Ryan tugged the knife from Jack’s chest before lunging towards Georgina with it.
“No! Don’t!” we both screech together.
“He was an asshole anyway,” Georgina pleads, holding her hands up in surrender. “I won’t say anything to anyone, I know not to, I promise. Please I swear.” Tears leak from her eyes, fear - sorrow?
Ryan’s eyes come to me, pinning me with such intensity I squirm from its force. “This is a fucking mess, take her back to your room.”
I don’t argue, I was surprised he actually listened to me and didn’t butcher her right there in front of me. I usher her back down towards my room in a rush, her feet stumble and she nearly falls. Once I get her in there I notice the tears wet on her cheeks. “Don’t waste your tears on him Georgina, he didn’t love you.” I sound harsh but I’m a realist. He was an asshole and she knows it.