CHAPTER TEN

REAPER

I pull out of her mouth and lie down beside her, and she tries to fight me when I attempt to hold her.

“God damn it, living dead girl.”

Grabbing her forcefully, I pull her against my chest, the chain and shackles digging into my skin, but I don’t mind it nearly as much as she probably does.

“That was consensual. You asked me for it.”

She rolls her pretty eyes at me, and mutters under her breath.

“Sure it was.”

Bella is quiet and tense, almost like she has no control over her body.

“I want you to be mine.”

She pulls her head back, and stares at me like I’ve lost my mind, and sighs loudly.

“Nico, just kill me. Get it over with. Please.”

Once again, she’s asking for death, and it does two things. It confuses the hell out of me and fucks with my plan. If I give her the choice between being mine or dying, will she choose death?

“Before, you wanted to live, but now you wish to be dead?”

“Yes.”

I gaze into her beautiful eyes, and imagine a world where they don’t exist. Hers are different from the many I’ve seen before. They don’t only cause the tingling in my neck, they hold something I’ve never recognized before. Light. My world is dark. The brightest it gets is a dark gray. She’s like heaven. Some place I’ll never go. My living dead girl might be my only chance to experience the light. I’m aware that I’m like Satan breaking into heaven after he has been cast out. I don’t deserve her glow, but that doesn’t make me desire it any less.

Running my fingers down her cheek, I lie to her.

“If I kill you, I have to cut your eyes out first. Losing them isn’t an option for me.”

The most beautiful tears run down her cheeks.

“Is there anything you can give me first?”

I shake my head in confusion.

“What?”

“For the pain. I’m pretty sure that’s going to be excruciating.”

“I don’t have any drugs,” I lie again.

She nods. “Alright. No drugs then.”

The pain in my chest is intense and immediate. Am I so repulsive, that she’d choose brutal pain and death over being mine? I know I’m not a good man, but I never thought I was this bad. I’ve never been good enough for anyone. I knew I wasn’t the choice she’d normally make, but I thought I was a better option than death. I guess I was wrong.

“Do it now, Nico.”

The hurt turns to anger within seconds, and the fucking tingling is back with a vengeance. Rolling her onto her back, and hovering over her, I wrap my hand around her throat and grit through my teeth.

“It would be so fucking easy to end your pathetic existence right fucking now.”

Her beautiful eyes widen, as fresh tears fall, and her bottom lip quivers.

“You are not in control of anything. If you die, I decide when it’s time, not you. Stop fucking begging me to kill you, because I’m not going to let you go until I’m ready to do so.”

I keep my hand on her throat, but I’m not taking her air, as much as the urge is there.

“If I could go back in time, I would poison your coffee.”

Lowering my head, I bite her bottom lip, causing her to whimper .

“You would poison me, baby?”

“In a fucking heartbeat,” she says, with a glare that makes my dick hard all over again. Sliding my hand into her hair, I wrap it around my fist and pull, until she cries out.

“That’s unfortunate for you. You will never get the chance again.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” She sobs loudly.

“Because I can. You are mine. I own you now. It doesn’t matter how loud you cry. If I want to fuck you, I will. If I want to decorate you with goddamn spiders, I will. If I want to lead you around on a collar and leash, I will. Any free will you once had is gone.”

She spits on my face and screams at me. “I fucking hate you.”

I wrap my hand around her throat again, and squeeze lightly. The way her pulse pounds against my hand nearly drives me insane.

“Lick it up.”

She narrows her gaze, so I squeeze her throat tighter, and she sticks her tongue out. I lower my head, so she can get it all.

Letting go of her throat, I say, “Now it’s time for you to be punished.”

“No spiders,” she sobs so loud it almost breaks my heart.

Then I remember I don’t fucking have one. If I did, I wouldn’t be able to snuff out lives as easily as I do.

I get off the bed and grab my hunting knife. Holding it pointed at her, I ask her a simple question.

“Who’s in charge here, living dead girl?”

All I get from her is a glare, that causes a thrill to run through my body. She’s a fighter, just like I wanted her to be. I don’t want a limp body that won’t push me. Even so, if she doesn’t behave, she will be punished.

“I suggest you answer my question.”

Rolling her eyes at me, she nearly growls, “You are, dickhead.”

Jesus Christ. If she were any more perfect for me, I might start believing in God .

Gripping the center of her bra in my hand, I pull it away from her body, and cut down the center, finally exposing her entire stunning set of tits to me.

I grab the top of her skirt and do the same.

“You don’t know much about me, baby, but I have these urges and they are difficult to control. Sometimes impossible. Right now, I want to cut you so bad it hurts. I generally prefer what they call a silent kill. There’s no blood, but I can’t stop wondering what yours would look like. Taste like.”

Her eyes widen in response, as more tears fall from her flawless eyes.

“Please, Nico. I’m sorry. Please don’t cut me.”

Pulling her panties away from her skin, I take the knife and cut them off.

“I’ll tell you what. If you take your punishment like a good girl, I’ll do my best to control the urge to make you bleed.”

Her trembling naked body is a fucking wet dream. I’ve seen naked women before, but nothing like this.

“Spread your legs, baby. I want to see my property.”

The quiver in her bottom lip causes a thrill to shoot through me. I’m an animal for this woman, and her fear is the greatest fucking drug I’ve ever known.

“Please put the knife away, Nico. You’re scaring me.”

So my sassy, living dead girl does have fears. Spiders and knives.

I place it on the bed beside her, but out of her reach, because I’m not an idiot. She is chained to the wall. She can’t run away, but she could grab the knife and kill me. With my beautiful girl, I know that is a definite possibility.

“We’re going to leave it within my reach, Bella. Let’s call it motivation.”