Ashley

I've never asked for help in my life.

Whatever I need to do, I'm quite capable of doing it myself. Nice and easy. Without having to owe anyone anything after. This is the final act. The last night before I reveal everything to everyone. There's no room for mistakes and absolutely no time to lose. So here I sit, in a dark and musty warehouse with a serial killer roaming somewhere in the darkness.

After yesterday's revelation, and the first breakdown I've had since Maisy, I've had time to get my shit together. I asked him for help, and he so willingly gave it to me. I made a deal with the devil that if he just gave me tonight, if he helped me finish, every single ounce of help he could muster up, that I'll willing get on my knees for him to take my life.

All he did was smile and say; ‘I'm at your service sweet girl.' And to his credit, he has been absolute perfection since. What does it matter if I die after all this? Maisy's gone, my mother hasn't bothered to reach out to me since we came here last month, and the police have no fucking idea that I've committed all these heinous acts of violence.

So just like Maisy, I guess nobody cares about me either. The groaning in front of me drags me from my dissociation and I blink a few times to clear the dancing things in my eyes that you get after staring for too long. I cross one leg over the other and watch as Marcus Richmond comes to. Rolling his droopy head to the left, he finally locks eyes with me.

"What… the fuck?" He coughs a few times to clear his throat and I watch as the realisation hits him that he's tied to a chair. His arms behind his back, his ankles tied separately to each chair leg in front. Rope wrapped around his torso and one around his throat. He's completely naked and looking at his shrunken cock, it's not bad.

I'm sitting in the darkest corner of the room, watching him panic and trying to pull free from his restraints.

"It's no good." I call out.

"Who's that!?" he shouts. I push to stand from the chair and make my way out of the darkness and into the glow of the small light that creates a circle around him. Narrowing his eyes to focus on me, his eyebrows shoot up when he realises who has him tied to a chair in the middle of nowhere. "Untie me, you bitch!" I take a few more steps and crouch down in front of him.

"I don't think I will. You see, weirdly enough, I don't have any beef with you. You're just too involved with your adopted brother, and I can't have that," I chuckle, playing with the dirt by my feet. "I decided to do a little stalking with the both of you last night."

"You're fucking sick," he spits, still struggling in the restraints.

"Not as sick as you fucking your brother," I chuckle, standing up and taking a seat on his lap. "Seems like you really love having his cock shoved up your ass, don't you, Marcus." I laugh even harder.

"Fuck you!" He looks away from me.

"In all honesty when I watched from the trees outside your bedroom window last night, I was quite impressed you took the whole thing." I tap his nose as he looks at me, his eyes red with anger, but I can see the fear behind them. "A brothers love huh."

"That's my good boy, take every inch in your ass," I mimic Jesse's voice.

"Yes, daddy, fuck yes,"I mimic Marcus.

"Shut the fuck up!" He shouts in my face.

Holding my hands up in front of me I move from his lap and stand in front of him. "Look, I'm not going to tell anyone you prefer the company of your brother than a woman," I shrug. "It's kind of hot to be honest. I love a good MM romance like most readers."

"Just get to the fucking point bitch!" Still trying to pull himself free from the chair. But there's no use, he won't get free. We tied them too tight.

"Oh, there is no point. I just wanted you to know, that I know… before I kill you." He stills, slowly looking up at me. His face dead. Laughter bursts free from his chest and I watch as he drops his head back. Howling through the warehouse and his voice bounding off every wall available.

"That's funny," Marcus breathes. I look behind me at the dark figure and as I turn back round, I realise the laughter has stopped. Marcus is looking too. "Who else is there?"

I see it then, the fear in his eyes as he looks into the darkness behind me. The realisation that not only was I not joking, but I'm not doing it alone either. Marcus isn't small by any means. The fucker is huge, and it took me and Shadow boy here twenty minutes to drag him into the warehouse, pull him up onto the chair and tie him up.

His muscles bulge from the ropes that bind him to the chair and the panic and fear that's written all over his face is actually making me wet.

"Marcus," I hold my finger to my mouth. "I just want to get this over with and then I can move on with the rest of my night. I have a lot to do and many people to kill and you're taking up a lot of my time."

"You're fucking sick, Ashley."

Looking between his legs, I realise his dick has become hard. No longer the soft little worm flopping around as he swings about in the chair but hard as a rock. Scanning my eyes from his groin and back up to his eyeline, his eyes flick up at me.

"How about this," I tap my chin. "You make me cum, and I will let you go." Marcus huffs out a dry laugh, looking back into the shadows trying to see the man who helped me.

"Look at me." I step into his line of sight. "He's just here to watch. So, what's your answer?" I step forward, straddling him and sitting on the edge of his knees. His swollen and angry looking cock glistening with pre-cum as it stands to attention. "Fuck me and live, or I'll just kill you right now." I unsheathe the knife from my thigh and hold it to his neck. Nipping the skin slightly and he hisses.

"You have fucking problems, Ashley. But fuck it. Why not?" He leans his head in closer to me. "Sit on my fucking cock and ride it." He seethes and I lick both of his plump lips. "You won't last five minutes."

"That's a bet." Standing up, I step forward and position myself over the swollen head of his shaft, lifting my skirt around my hips and pulling my thong to the side I drop down and take the entire length of him all and once. Crying out at the intense pressure as I stretch all the way around him.

"Fuck." He groans, teeth gritted as he looks between us.

"That's my good boy." I lean into him, rolling my hips and feeling every inch of him slide in and out of me. "Fuck Marcus, if I'd have known you were this big, I'd have fucked you after that day on the field." I laugh as I begin bouncing on top of him.

"Jesus fucking Christ, you're tight," he growls, looking into my eyes as he bites down on his bottom lip to stifle his moans. "This is so fucked up. If you wanted to fuck me you didn't have to go to…. shit…" he moans. "To all this trouble to set the…. scene." He drags the last word out.

His mouth forming a perfect O as I begin bouncing harder and faster on top of him, chasing the oncoming orgasm that I'm desperate for. He thinks this is a joke and I can't wait to show him, just how serious I am. I stand up, wrapping my hand around his shaft and slowly pressing it to my back hole.

Sliding down slowly and taking every thick inch. The pronounced veins in his cock providing the most amazing, ribbed feeling. "Oh my god." I moan.

"Fuuuck!" he growls as I begin to ride him slowly. Watching behind him as my own personal serial killer steps into the light. I want him to watch me. "Your ass feels so good, so fucking tight. Fuck!" he cries. After a few more thrusts. Marcus' balls begin to draw up and I look down at him.

"Come for me!" I scream. The second I feel the first spirt of cum fill my asshole I grin. Whipping the knife in my hand from left to right, I slice his throat.

Blood sprays all over me as he chokes and continues to cum at the same time. I grip his shoulders, using them for leverage as I chase my own high and scream out into the dusty air. Sliding off of his now limp dick. I watch as the light drains from his face. The gurgling of blood as it pours into his throat, and he chokes on it. The entire front of my body is covered in deep crimson but watching him die in front of me has given me the edge I needed to finish this night. But first…

"Don't just stand there, big boy… Eat the cum out of my ass. I don't have time to waste," I say, watching as the man who will eventually kill me tonight, walk around the chair and drop to his knees. Pushing me forward, he rests a hand on each ass cheek and spreads me open. Burying his mouth against my ass as the slurping begins.

I've known where Nathan lived all along. I found that out the moment I chose him to be my alibi. After finding out that he was the one who helped Jesse get away with raping Maisy, I'd already made my decision on how he was going to die. I sat with my new found serial killer friend and we decided on the plan together. Probably the most fun I've had in a while and to top the evening off, I allowed him to fuck me again. In a bed this time. In Nathan's bed.

I gotta say, the mask thing… I get the kink now. I'm lying on the king size bed, my head hanging off the side in nothing but the black underwear I decided to wear tonight. Chewing on the strawberry flavoured Twizzler in my mouth, I twist a lock of blonde hair between the fingers of my free hand. Jesse's unconscious body is laying hog tied on the tacky shag rug in the middle of the floor.

Dried blood clings to the back of his head after Shadow and I jumped him leaving Jim's Bar. He was supposed to meet Marcus tonight, and after Marcus didn't show – because he was still tied to the chair in the warehouse with his throat slashed – Jesse decided it was time to leave.

I knocked him on the back of the head as he tried to get into his Jeep Wrangler, and my little friend stuffed him in the boot, roping him up nice and tight, and he's been out ever since. After we got him into Nathan's bedroom, I was so infuriated that he had his hands on Maisy, I kicked the shit out of his already unresponsive body.

"Are you going to be much longer? I'm cold." I call out, waiting for him to bring me something from Nathan's wardrobe. The clothes I did have on, are now stuffed in my duffel bag, still covered in Marcus's blood.

"Give me a fucking minute will you!?" He curses.

"It's fine!" I counter. "We have all the fucking time in the world after all." Mumbling the last part so he doesn't hear me.

After hearing Jesse threaten Nathan, I have no doubt that the asshole is desperate to get some revenge. Because who wouldn't after you have probably been blackmailed for the past twelve months. I do, however, have the perfect plan for both of them if Nathan decides to pussy out of murder. But we will see.

I don't plan on allowing this night to be over quickly. This will feel like a lifetime to them, both of them experiencing what it's like to be at the mercy of another person. To be afraid and to be absolutely shattered from the inside out. Then, and only then will I allow them to take their last breath. The man in black comes into view, standing directly in my eyeline. Lifting my head, I roll onto my front and lean up onto my elbows and smile.

"Hey!" My grin even broader now. I kick my legs behind me and swallow the last piece of the Twizzler. Pushing myself onto my knees, I reach out and snatch the oversized black hoodie from his grasp. "Finally, sitting in my underwear was not the one."

"Do you know how annoying it is for me that you're not afraid?" Narrowing his eyes, he braces both hands on the bedframe, staring me down.

"How much?" I wiggle my eyebrows.

Shaking his head at me, he continues. "Something really fucked you up, huh?"

I shrug, rubbing my glossy lips together. "Not interested in this conversation." Not in the slightest do I want to hash out the trauma I gained from my dead best friend. Tucking a few strands of hair behind each of my ears, the corners of his eyes crease in what I can only assume is a smile behind the mask. "Will I ever see your face?"

"Soon. You never know. You might be shocked to see your own face staring back."

"I'm not shocked by anything anymore." Leaning in, I kiss the fabric that covers his lips and take a deep breath, taking in his scent. "So, if I forget to say it later, y'know, before you kill me… thank you."

"You're definitely the most fun girl I'll ever have the pleasure of killing, that's for sure." Standing up, he holds his hand out and I slide mine in to it as he pulls me up from the soft mattress. Pulling the black, oversized hoodie back from my grasp, he dresses me. He pulls the hood over my head and pokes the tip of my nose. Shaking my head, I smile. Moving the thick cotton cuff from my wrist, I check my watch and see we are right on time.

"You know what to do," I sigh, releasing a heavy breath. Leaning in, he tentatively kisses my forehead and I sigh into it, then within a flash he's gone.

I walk over to the leather chair that's conveniently placed behind Jesse and sit down. Crossing my legs at the ankle, I rest them on his torso as I stab the Mahogony side table with huge butchers knife I brought with me. Lifting the Glock from the table, I pull the magazine out, checking it's still loaded, then pull the chamber back to see the bullet resting inside.

The safety is off and I'm ready to go. The downstairs door opens and closes, the footsteps of Nathan's loafers click-clack along the wooden floor. The sound ascends the stairs on his way to the bedroom. I slowly exhale and plant a smile on my face. Ready for when he enters the room.

Ready for him to see me. The door handle twists and pushes open as I rest the gun in my lap, ready for when he opens the bedroom door. The bag he's holding drops to the floor and the press studs on the understand crack against the wood.

"Ashley." He freezes immediately, his eyes looking between me, Jesse, and the gun in my hand.

"Sit." I tip the gun to the left and showing him where I want him. Jesse begins to move underneath my feet, and I smile. "Just in time." Lifting my legs off his chest, his eyes pop open and he begins looking around the room in sheer panic.

Nathan steadily sits down onto the mattress. "Ashley, what's going on?"

"What the fuck is going on?" Jesse questions, his voice cracking from how groggy he still is.

"Oh, shut up asshole." The heel of my foot connects with the back of his head, and he shouts out. "We are all going to play a game." My smile drops as I focus on the both of them.