"Cook." She obeys, I watch as anger and madness fight for dominance.
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The plan is coming along nicely, she's ripe; I ran the test. I think she's beginning to suspect what's going on, doesn't matter though. The search is still on but no one's looking at me. I'm the wounded who has begged off for a year from the spotlight, who slinked off to go lick his wounds.
The latest word is that it's a deranged fan, good. Someone actually pointed the finger and they're looking into it. I hope no one else gets blamed. But really, do I care?
Sometimes, like now, when the fog is clear a little, my mind plays tricks on me. Why is she just lying there, her hair seems so lifeless, not at all like the beautiful tresses I'm accustomed to.
She doesn't need glamour hair anymore Dylan, just a wash and rinse in the tub will do. That's how she got into trouble before remember, vanity. The bitch forgot herself, forgot who she belonged to. Now she must be cleansed.
Oh yeah, that's right, the fog returns, everything is right again; my heart beats. I fill the tub with hot water, not punishing, but, hot, wash away the sin.
She doesn't need the gag anymore; she stopped trying to sway me after the last time when I took her so roughly. There wasn't any place on her body that hadn't been bruised or bitten that time.
Now she just watches to see what I will do. I have to take care now though, there's something else to think about; something more precious; the thing that will bind us. Don’t you go getting soft on me Dylan you fuck; do you want this bitch to fuck you over again?
No, I don’t. I wash her too hard and she cries out. One harsh growl from me, and she quiets down again, cowering in the water. I want to comfort, to hold to love. Didn’t I once love? Remember the pain…He’s here again…I’m here to keep you from fucking up again asshole.
It's clean, put it back to bed, but first make it change the sheets. It's been keeping house when not chained to the bed, something new to it I think; why can’t I remember?
Although the plan has worked, I still need to be inside her, all the time it seems, it's the only time my heart beats. I need my heart to beat a lot.
The sheets are changed; I need to feel my heart. Take it, it's yours. Yes, it is, she is; mine to do with as I please. So I do, right there as it’s leaning over to fix the corner of the top sheet.
I drive home in sweet surcease, not too rough now, but I need... No no Dylan later, just take what you need now, nice and easy, remember the plan.
It mewls and tears at the bedding as I fuck with care for the first time in forever, it's head whipping around from side to side. It enjoys, the purple and yellow marks on its back and shoulders make my heart beat louder. I want, I want...what do you want Dylan? To possess!
Chapter 5
She's growing; I can see it now, that's me in there, only me. She's allowed more freedom now, though madness and anger disagrees. And when they come to visit, things change, but for now she can sit next to me on the couch.
She's reading a lot lately to pass the time, when we're not doing other things. The buzz over her disappearance has died down somewhat, though there will always be someone searching.
As these things are wont to do the interest has faded, it's no longer the main focus. Soon there will be something else that brings the focus back, but not now, must wait until the time it just right.
And just like that anger is here; darkness descends once more. It drops the book, it knows, it's too slow, that's why it has such freedoms it's movements have become hindered by it's new girth.
I grab it by its neck as it pleads with tearful eyes. No pity Dylan, no mercy, it doesn't deserve it from you, it lies with it's eyes, don't look.
I take it down to the floor like an animal. I'm wet once more. There's a kick against my hand, the hand that I use to bring it closer to me.
It makes me crave more, push deeper and deeper still. It screams, in agony or pleasure? I do not know I cannot tell, pleasure I think The darkness is complete I cannot see beyond the pain in my heart.
Give it pain with the pleasure but do not hurt the other, there is a way. Yes the blood, I taste it again, it's been a long time since I bit and tore. It screams and I am wet once more, I pour forth my essence, spent, done.
I push it away from me; it crumbles in a heap on the cold hard floor. I hate it, I love it, I want to rage, I pull my foot back…
No Dylan what the fuck are you doing, have you lost your fucking mind? Who are you, where's anger, and madness?
Seems to me you had enough of those two assholes; there's a new sheriff in town. Let's clean this shit up before you get all our asses in trouble, the fuck?
By the way I'm Jason, at least I have a real fucking name, those two dead beats serve a purpose, but you can't hang with those crazy fucks too long know what I mean?