Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

TYRANT

She gets one week to settle in. That means I get one week to memorize everything about her. Her routine. Her walks. If she likes to exercise or not. If she likes to eat pizza on Tuesdays or order Chinese on Thursday. All that boring shit in life.

Most of the time she knows I’m watching her. Following her. My existence has shifted into her existence and that’s it.

No more meetings in the Perg right now. That means no fights. No killings. Nothing. It’s like I’ve been pushed away from the legion. Booted out of my own brood. Goddammit, I fucking hate this.

It’s part of the process though. It’s how it needs to happen. Tomorrow night is the party. A Saturday night cliché booze fest for everyone to just enjoy themselves.

My claimed enjoys the libraries. Way too much. She loves to hide and read. She loves to be unseen. Unheard.

I have to admit, her arrival was confusing and watching her only makes the entire thing more confusing. I’m eager to know what kind of psycho awaits under her soft demeanor. If one is there at all.

Last night I stood outside and looked up at the window where her bedroom was. I debated climbing the side of the fucking building— somehow —just to watch her even more closely. Wondering if she was hidden under her covers, touching herself. Rubbing her soft, warm clit, thinking of me.

Of course Naya had to make her presence known by coming outside to smoke a joint. The skunk smelling smoke flirts around her hair and her slutty eyes. She offers to suck my dick. She tells me I can stare up at Serafina’s window while she sucks me off. She even offers to spit my cum into her hand and take it to Serafina.

The slut is lucky I don’t backhand her for saying something like that. The only person who will offer my cum to my claimed is me. I turn and put some distance between myself and Naya.

I lean against a random car and stare at Serafina’s window some more. My claimed will understand she’s protected. She will also understand that protection comes at a price. It’s my job to break her in and prepare her for her future husband. By the time I’m done with her she’ll know how to be properly obedient. She’ll also know how to break all those barriers when it comes to pleasure and pain and how they relate. And how good they fucking feel together.

At one point, Serafina comes to her window. By then, Naya has finished her smoke and is back inside. My guess is that the slut went and told Serafina about me outside the building. I want to fucking slit Naya’s throat in the worst way.

The curtains move and the blinds are pulled open. My claimed stands in her window. She’s looking right at me but I’m not sure how much of me she can see thanks to distance and darkness. I’m not wearing my mask this time either. We have yet to be face to face without me wearing a mask. We’re long overdue for a proper introduction, which will happen soon.

Serafina stands there. Staring. I lean against the car that isn’t mine and keep my arms folded. I wait for my claimed to make the next move. If she will.

She touches her face. Her left cheek. She then bites at the right side of her lip.

Oh, my sweet claimed is horny, isn’t she?

There’s no chance that she’s untouched. Purity is a rarity and quite honestly, fuck purity. The way I see it is simple—Serafina has never been with me. To me, she’s a virgin for that alone. She has no idea what’s about to happen.

My claimed touches her bottom lip. She runs her pointer finger from one corner of her mouth to the other.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

She runs her fingers down to her chin. Then to her throat. My cock pulses inside my jeans. Somewhere in my head I let it be known that if my claimed lifts her shirt and shows me her tits, I will have no choice but to go inside the apartment and punish her.

Did I fucking tell you to flirt with me from a window? Did I?

Did I fucking command you to lift your shirt and show off your tits? Did I?

I picture myself slapping her tits. My fingers smacking against soft, tender skin.

The car I’m leaning on suddenly makes a quick beep and the lights flash. Serafina pauses her next move. I look to my right and there’s some guy and some girl walking toward me.

“Do you mind, man? That’s my fucking car you’re leaning against.”

Without hesitation, I ball up my right hand. Tight. I bring my arm forward, flex harder, and then drive my elbow back as hard as I can.

I know there’s a chance I’ll fucking shatter the bones that make up and surround my elbow. I don’t give a fuck.

My elbow hits the driver’s side window and it explodes.

“What the fuck!”

This guy has the balls to lunge at me. I grab him by the throat with my right hand and pull him closer, making sure he sees my face. I want him to know who he’s fucked with. I dare him to say a word to someone about this.

His response when he realizes who I am?

“Oh… fuck…”

I turn. Fast. My hand moves from his throat to the back of his head. I drive his face against the metal strip that separates the front door from the back door.

There’s a sickening thud and crunching sound and the guy drops to the ground. He’s lucky I don’t step on his neck and break it.

“What did you fucking do that for?”

The shriek of the girl captures my attention.

“You say one more fucking word and I’m going to do the same thing to you,” I growl at her.

She realizes who I am and instantly starts to step back. She shows me her hands. She’s fucking terrified of me. That’s smart on her part.

Avoiding our brood is smart. Not being anywhere near the legion is smart. See, the purpose of SA goes beyond dealing with crazy psychos like myself and the other guys. There’s an entire campus if you want to call it that. Hundreds upon hundreds of those who attend for their own personal reasons. Nothing but rich kids. Spoiled kids. Cunty girls. Douchebag guys who peaked in high school throwing a touchdown pass on a Friday night. That kind of thing.

Those smart enough to know there’s a true darkness to this place know to keep their distance. They know not to ask. Glimpses of that world seep through as they see how things really work.

Take this asshole on the ground. Chances are his father is a successful defense attorney. Probably gets paid millions to keep bad guys out of jail. What this asshole doesn’t get is that those assholes his father keeps out of jail…? Those are our fathers.

Even the rich have a food chain. Take your million dollars and shove it up your ass. We have ten billion waiting to eat you the fuck up.

It’s all a game. They’re all pawns.

I look back to the window of my claimed. She’s not there anymore. I check the time.

Right now she usually washes her face, brushes her teeth, and gets into her bed with a book. She’s embracing a sense of calmness. Thinking she found herself a routine. Convincing herself that maybe this isn’t so bad here after all.

That’s all part of it.

Soon, she will be broken and fully mine.