19. Elijah

It’s Thursday—well technically Friday now. It’s been a few days since the kitchen. Even longer since I have let Rain come. And way too fucking long since I’ve had my cock has been inside her pussy.

When her punishment starts to turn into a punishment for me, it’s gone too fucking far. I readjust my cock as I sit here in my seat.

We are parked outside number two’s house, waiting for him to get home from his Chapel meeting. Its nearly one in the morning, he should be pulling up any time now. Rain is in all black, her long dark hair frames her face and her eyes are closed as she sleeps next to me. We have been here since eleven, with the lights off and our seats leaned back, no one should be able to tell that we are in here. The street has been quiet since we arrived.

Bright lights catch my attention. They move as they shine toward us.

He is home.

Waiting until they pass me, I raise my head slightly to look out my tinted window and watch him. His blinker goes on as he turns into his driveway. Rarely does he use the garage to park in.

Once parked, he turns his car off and gets out. As it locks, his car lights flash a couple times, followed by a loud double beep. He looks around, taking in the area. Someone is paranoid.

Step daddy dearest must have them on high alert.

This is the best part, making them feel safe before I attack. Just like number three. He thought he got away with testing me, thinking my promise was a bluff. He later found out he was wrong.

Number two is now inside his home, I sit my seat back up and wake up Rain.

“Little bat, it’s time to fly.” I whisper while gently shaking her leg. Her body turns, and tired moans escape her mouth. Stretching her arms above her head as she lets out a loud yawn.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea for me to come inside for this part?” She asks with her voice still full of sleep.

I am just going to chloroform him, like I did with her and her mom. But if she is going to do this with me, she is going to learn it all.

“Yes.” Is all I say in response.

I lean over her and open my glove box to grab the tiny bottle and a white cloth and pass them to Rain. Closing the glovebox back up, I lean back up and open my car door. “Let’s go.”

RAIN

Putting the supplies in my pocket, I follow Elijah’s lead and get out of the car. Just like last time, we keep it casual to not arouse any suspicion. He reaches his hand out behind him and I grab a hold, letting him lead us to our point of entry.

“Isn’t it too soon? He isn’t even sleeping yet.” I question, as the thought crosses my mind.

E doesn’t respond. He told me not to question him. But I dont understand why we aren’t waiting.

“Knock on the door. He will see it’s you and open it. I’ll be off to the side. That’s how we will get in.” After he explains the plan, he lets go of my hand and allows me to take the lead. I walk up the pathway leading to the front door. Elijah covers his face further with the baggy hood of his sweater.

Reaching the door, I knock on it once, twice then three times. My eyes skim over to E, who has his body pressed against the house next to the door.

I hear the lock click and the doorknob turn, he is going to open it. The anticipation is exhilarating. It’s going to work.

The door slowly opens, and I can see his eyes peeking through the crack. “Rain, you shouldn’t be here.” He scolds me. I don’t recognize him. Before I can respond, Elijah is already in motion, using his strength to force the door open and the man falls back from the force.

As we enter, the man is scurrying backwards on the ground scared. I follow E inside and close the door behind me.

“No point in running or crawling.” Elijah tells him casually.

The older man, wearing dress pants and a knitted sweater doesnt listen, he continues to move backwards.

Elijah takes four large steps to reach him. Then taking his boot-clad foot, he steps on the mans fingers. A shriek of terror escapes his mouth. I roll my eyes, it can’t hurt that bad.

I grab the supplies from my pocket, opening the cap and pouring the chloroform onto the cloth, and make my way over to the mans face.

“I’ll step on the other one if you don’t stop moving, you stupid fucker.” Elijah snaps at him.

The man listens, and his body trembles. A whimper even leaves his mouth.

I move the damp cloth up to his face and smother him with it over his nose and mouth. I keep it over his face until his body goes limp and he falls backwards on his own.

This was easier than I thought it would be. I expected more of a struggle, oh well.

He had accepted that this was the beginning of his end.