25. Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Ethan

I park a good distance away from the cabin and cautiously sneak the rest of the way, but I might as well have brought a marching band. Oberman is passed out on the bed, snoring so loudly the whole cabin shakes. Even in his sleep, he's pawing at the small figure next to him.

I'm relieved to see that Cynthia Parker is alive. That doesn't mean she's unharmed, though. She's naked in Oberman's bed. Even if that was all she went through, it's already too much.

I can't see all the details as I peer into the bedroom through the window, but it seems her hands are tied behind her back, and a piece of duct tape covers her mouth. My fists clench as I fight off the urge to smash the window and barge in, guns blazing. I don't want to traumatize the girl further, so I pick the front door lock and tiptoe across the cabin's living room.

Cynthia is awake.

The second I open the bedroom door, she stops trying to squirm out from beneath Oberman's body and watches me with wide eyes.

I put a finger over my mouth. "Shh."

She gives me a jerky nod and closes her eyes.

I don't waste any more time. The needle slides into Oberman's thigh with no resistance. Before he stirs awake, a massive dose of the paralytic drug is already coursing through his system.

I shove him off Cynthia so hard he rolls off the bed, his body thudding on the floor. Oops. Sorry, not sorry, bastard.

I make quick work of the ropes binding Cynthia's wrists, careful not to touch her too much, and pull the tape off her mouth. She looks at me with those wide, teary eyes. "I want my mommy," she whimpers. "Please."

"I'll take you to your mommy," I promise, wrapping a blanket around her bare shoulders. "Are you hurt?"

Cynthia shakes her head. "N-no. I want my mommy."

"Of course. Here," I say, handing her a juice box. "You must be thirsty."

She slurps the box down in record time, unaware of the sleeping drug I put inside. I hate to be drugging her, but it's for her own good. It's going to be a few hours before I can deliver her to the police, and she doesn't deserve to spend that time frightened. Besides, I need some alone time with Oberman, and I wouldn't be able to enjoy it knowing she's in the next room, crying and scared out of her mind.

Once she's fast asleep, I wrap the blanket tightly around her and carry her to my car. Gently, I lay her across the back seat and drive back to Oberman's cabin. She doesn't even stir. The dose I gave her should keep her under for five or six hours. Plenty of time for me to play with Oberman and bring her to safety before she wakes up.

Even just looking at her makes my guilt nearly unbearable. If she weren't here, I'd probably kill Oberman, then put a bullet through my head, because I don't deserve to live after I fucked this up.

I suspected Oberman. If I had just focused on him, dug deeper, done something… Cynthia wouldn't have to be traumatized for life now. I'll never forgive myself.

I pull out the skinning knife, tapping the pad of my thumb against the blade. It's sharp. Deadly sharp. I've never skinned someone alive before, but I'm about to give it a shot.

Oberman will pay, in life and in death. Because this time, I won't be disposing of the body. He doesn't deserve to go down in history as a respectable family man who simply went missing one day.

I'll leave his body here for the police to find, along with the proof of his previous crimes. The parents of those dead children deserve to know that the monster who hurt their kids is gone forever and that he suffered immensely before he died. I'm sure the media will be happy to spread that story.

The sun has risen and is now setting again. Not that I care.

I'm almost back home. I don't care about that either. In fact, I can't find it in me to care about anything at all. The rage, guilt, the darkness…they all disappeared, leaving nothing behind.

I feel empty. Like a husk, a robot going through the motions.

The only reason I don't swerve the car into the incoming traffic is that Kayla still needs me. Well, not me, per se. Nobody needs me. I'm a fucking failure nobody needs in their lives. But Kayla needs protection from Benjamin Adams, and that's something I can provide for her. Hopefully. Perhaps I'll fuck that up too, like everything else. Perhaps she's better off without me.

After spending one night and most of Saturday with Michelle at her place, my stubborn bunny returned home, immediately noticing I still hadn't been around. Could you believe that at that point, she was actually worried about me?

I heard her on the camera, mumbling, "I hope you're okay." How crazy is that? Being worried about the man who keeps breaking into her house. Seriously?

I should leave her alone. Watch from afar, keep her safe from a distance. I really, really should, I tell myself even as I pick her lock and enter the quiet sanctuary of her house.

Kayla only went to bed a few minutes ago. I can't be sure the drug she drank in her nightly cup of tea has taken proper hold already, but I can't wait any longer.

I need her.

Every atom of my body craves her. I need to feel her soft skin under my fingers. I need to smell the tight curls of her hair. I need to touch her wet pussy.

I fucking need her more than I need water or oxygen or gravity or whatever other physics shit keeps human beings alive. Kayla is the only thing keeping me alive, the only tether grounding me to the real world. Without her, I'm nothing. Without her, I'll succumb to the darkness inside me and either lose my mind completely or kill myself from sheer desperation.

I need Kayla fucking Reynolds, and tonight, I'm taking all of her.

I don't bother taking a shower. I took one at Oberman's cabin. It was necessary, to wash away all the blood and gore sticking to every square inch of my skin. Carl lasted longer than I expected, but despite my crude attempts at cauterizing his wounds, he didn't survive long after I cut off his cock.

Kayla's warm, supple body is waiting for me under the blanket, and I waste no time joining her. She murmurs something from her sleep, a smile gracing her lips. I pull her closer, wrapping my arms around her in a bone-crushing hug.

"I need you," I whisper, my voice strained. "I need you, bunny. I can't…" A sob tears through my words. I'm not crying, am I? I don't fucking cry!

There is some wetness on my cheeks as I nuzzle the crook of Kayla's neck, but that's probably just perspiration. I never cry.

Frantic, I kiss Kayla. Everywhere. I kiss her neck, her fingers, her collarbones. When her nightgown gets in my way, I tear the stupid thing apart.

Kneading her breasts, I flick my tongue over her nipples. Her skin is hot and soft under my palms, her warmth trickling into the cold darkness of my soul like the first rays of the sun brightening the darkest of the nights.

I need more.

I kiss my way down her stomach and kneel between her legs. She moans as I run my fingers between her pussy lips, her body twitching when I touch her clit. I tease her, relishing her soft whimpers and the way she wriggles. Even asleep, she craves more.

Lowering my head, I inhale her delicious scent, letting out a moan of my own. God, she's perfect! I don't deserve her. But she's mine and I'm keeping her.

I spread her pussy lips before dipping my tongue between them, tasting her straight from the source. Kayla moans and whimpers, her hips moving against my mouth as she seeks more pleasure.

Her taste and the small, needy noises she makes thaw the ice surrounding my soul. I no longer want to die. I want to live. I want to live out the rest of my life between Kayla's legs, licking her pussy. Fucking her. I can't hold back any longer.

Kayla shudders as I slip two fingers inside her, curling them to reach the right spot. She's wet but not wet enough to take my cock. I rummage through the mess in her nightstand drawer until I find a small bottle of lube. She has a small vibrator, too, but I've never seen her use it. If she masturbates, it's just using her fingers and imagination.

I strip naked and squirt lube onto my palm. A hoarse groan escapes me as I touch my rock-hard cock, and I nearly come just from spreading the lube over it. I run my hand over Kayla's pussy, too, making sure her entrance is wet enough. Hurting her is the last thing I want.

"I love you, my little bunny," I whisper to her as I lie on top of her.

She murmurs from her sleep, moaning when I rub on her clit. "… more …"

"I'll give you more. I'll give you everything tonight. Everything," I promise fervently.

My cock throbs as I slide it between her pussy lips, teasing her clit with the underside and making sure the lube is spread everywhere. Then, I line the head with her opening and, finally, push myself inside.

"Oh, god…" I moan, throwing my head back and closing my eyes. The pleasure threatens to overwhelm me. She's so tight and hot and so fucking perfect I just want to slam deep inside of her and rut her like an animal. I hold back, though, easing into her slowly, letting her body grow accustomed to my size.

Kayla's eyes are still closed, but her mouth is open, forming a small O as she moans and whimpers in pleasure. "Yes… Please…" Her words sound a little more coherent as I push myself deeper, as if the pleasure was rousing her from the drug-induced sleep. "More."

Her pussy squeezes me when I finally bottom out, and it takes everything I have not to come here and now. "You want more?" I pull back an inch before sliding back in, with more force this time. "My naughty little bunny wants my cock?" I move further out, then slam back inside her again. "Wants me to fuck her? Like this?"

My self-control wanes as she writhes against me, her body experiencing pleasure even if her mind is asleep. "I wish you were awake, my little bunny. I wish you could watch me fuck you. I wish you could see how well your tight little cunt is taking my cock. But it's not the right time yet," I tell her as I pound into her. "Keep sleeping while I use your body. Dream about me fucking you, and in the morning, when I'm long gone, touch yourself to the memory of your dream. Wonder if it really was a dream as my cum drips from your pussy. Soon, we'll do this with you awake, your mind accepting me the same way your body does, but for now…"

I groan as I come, my cock twitching as I shoot rope after rope of cum inside her. The darkness is dispelled, forgotten.

After spending the last drop, I slump over Kayla's body and kiss her neck. "For now, sleep. Sleep, my bunny."