15. Rain

T his is like nothing I have ever seen before. Not even on television or in movies. Dead bodies hang upside down from their feet, blood being drained from them. Loud music plays as people dance and snort drugs off the coffee table.

As we walk up the stairs, a female in a black shiny latex face mask with matching X pasties covering her nipples and a thin black G-string sneaks past me going downstairs. Her feet are bare as she scurries down. My eyes follow her, I’m curious and want to know more.

“Little bat,” E scolds me, noticing I’m distracted.

The poor boy most likely thinks I want to snog her next. Laughing to myself, I have traumatized my possessive psychopath.

My gaze moves to him. His face is stone-cold serious, not at all impressed. Before returning my focus back in front, I wink and add a smirk, knowing I’ll pay for it later, and I cannot wait. My pussy is throbbing, desperate to cum. I’m sure there is a wet spot on my skirt from it dripping the entire car ride here.

Reaching the top of the landing, I wait for E to take the lead. As he passes, I inhale his musky scent mixed with copper. My cunt is screaming to be stretched over his hard cock as the barbell piercing hits every spot perfectly. Picturing it, my cheeks flush. Thankfully the lights are dim, so no one else notices.

E turns left toward the balcony, which is still lined with a few of the Elders, his dad being one of them because I can tell by the mask. Neither make eye contact with one another, their backs remain toward us as we pass behind. On the right side, I see a door with an all-too-familiar scanner. Putting his thumb up to it, the red laser analyzes the print before flashing green and the door pops open.

Bright light comes from the crack. E pushes the door farther, then walks in before disappearing inside.

I take in the area once more, the Elders still have not paid us any attention. I am unsure whether that is normal or strange.

From the corner of my eye, the bright light begins to sliver off, the door closing. Not wanting to be left out, I scurry in.

The space is immaculate.

I notice two cameras in the corners, presumably for the Elders to watch. The room is painted black, with two tall black tool chests against one wall. Against another wall is a wooden shelf decorated with the most interesting tools. As my eyes move up, I notice many are antiques like I have read about, along with a few new-to-me tools. Then, all at once, my breath is taken from me as I let out a loud gasp, covering my mouth. I can’t believe it. “A choke pear.” The words are spoken faintly as they leave my lips.

A crashing noise is quick to take my attention. Turning my head rapidly toward it, I see E has thrown Francesca onto the hard surface of the table. Next to it is a matching black chair.

His mask is also gone, thrown on top of the tool chest. I guess we don’t need to wear it while in here, so I untie my ribbon and place mine next to his.

As he ties her hands above her head, he casually says, “You said you wanted one,” like this isn’t a big deal. When it absolutely is—to me.

In the middle of this moment I am having with my E, Francesca decides to ruin it by opening her fucking mouth for the first time in over an hour.

“I have copies. I have sent them to others. If anything happens to me, they will expose you!”

E’s strong, tattooed hand grips her chin, forcing her head to turn. “You are too stupid to have done that. And you love the attention, so for anyone else to have the glory other than yourself, that would never fucking happen. Remember, I am smarter than you. The fluorescent light in this room is smarter than you. It doesn’t take much, does it?”

Then, it’s like I am watching in slow motion as her lips pucker and then slightly open. A giant wad of spit comes flying out from between them and lands in E’s eye. Another gasp leaves me, I am in absolute shock. She is truly as stupid as he just described her.

E doesn’t move. Letting the thick saliva slowly run off his eyelashes as he opens his eyes. A large smile adorns his face, the fangs are proudly on display. I’m not sure I have ever seen him so happy.

Stepping back, his free hand reaches out for his bat.

I place it in his hand and he grips the handle before swinging it in circles by his waist. “You will wish it was the bat once I am done with you.” His voice sends shivers down my spine. As he lets go of her and turns to face me, his eyes are pitch fucking black. They blend in perfectly with the black ink around his eyes.

I’ve read about this. I’ve wanted to educate myself as much as possible, when it comes to E and his condition and mental health.

Eyes turn black on psychopaths when they are excited or see something positive. It’s like a trance, it doesn’t last long and you have to be quick to catch it. Although, those with blue eyes are different. Their eyes turn black when enraged, which means Francesca is in for one hell of a ride. And to trigger this reaction from E, she deserves every bit.

It doesn’t help that he has been contained for months, only setting him on edge and pumping him full of emotions he doesn’t know what to do with or how to release them. For someone like me, it would be a lot, never mind my E.

As he stands before me, looking into my eyes, I keep reminding myself, He cannot hurt me, he won’t hurt me.

His bat drops on the tiled floor, bouncing at our feet before rolling off. The smile is gone and he isn’t blinking. Through gritted teeth, his words come out harsh. “Tie her fucking feet.”

As I slowly nod my head in response, he finally blinks. When his eyes show themselves again, they are the familiar bright blue with the brown specks that I love.

Raising his hand to his face, he wipes the spit off, and his smirk returns. Then he returns to me.

“Let’s give the people a show.”