Chapter 2

When I see her,I know she’s the one I’ll be taking tonight. I have a bit of a type: thick, luscious, curvy, and needy. I come to these festivals to find the one I can get my fix from. They never last, though. They always seem to want to leave me.

This one is extremely needy with the way she’s looking at her friend. I keep the scarred side of my face hidden. It usually puts them on edge and makes it harder for me to corner my prey. I think the bitch with almond skin and green dreads had some inkling to what I was thinking with that show she’s putting on. She makes eye contact with me and smiles afterward. I tilt my face so my scarred side is still hidden and give her a smirk. That’s a claim? I quirk an eyebrow. She needs to do better than that. Challenge accepted. She’s just making my night so much easier.

I will fix her right up. They scream a little at first. My face and eye tend to scare them. I can’t get them with my good looks like my brother could. Thanks to the cunt that made the monster I am. I still have my ways though. I’ll have her in my grasp by the end of the night. I’m a sick fuck, I know it.

Monsters can be born but some—I clench my teeth at the thought—are made by circumstances.

I let out a breath and rub my jaw to force the muscles there to relax. I need to keep my cool or I’ll lose my focus.

And I let out another, before finishing my train of thought.

This monster was made.

***

I’ve just been following them around for hours now. Thankfully, the main show finally starts, and they’re following the crowd to the main stage. I’ll be able to stand off to the side and wait for my moment. Since hiding in the shadows is what I do best.

I pull a black clove cigarette from my back pocket and light it up. Inhale deeply. The sweet taste is almost as addictive as the nicotine.

For what feels like hours, I watch them dancing in the sea of sweaty bodies. I’m about to go in there and drag my fiery haired girl out and get lost in the crowd so her friend doesn’t find her. You’re getting impatient, brother. I hit my head to jar his words. I know this. I know I need to wait it out. I don’t need the reminder from him. As I’m thinking this, she’s making a move to get out. This is it. This is my chance. She looks weak and wobbly. The smile on my face is wide, and I’m sure anyone looking would be scared with my intentions written all over my face. She doesn’t see me, though, and that is all that matters.

I’m stalking behind her a few feet away, keeping my distance. I don’t want to catch her attention. It’ll just make this harder than it needs to be. When instead it could be so much fun. I see her heading toward the bathrooms, and it seems to be clear. This has to be fate shining down upon me, giving me exactly what I need. She goes inside, but I wait just in case someone comes by or that bitch comes looking for her. I stay to the side of the building waiting.

Waiting, waiting ... remember what I taught you? That’s how you get into their pants. You have to play the long game with them. My teeth grit hard at the reminder; his incessant voice in my head pinches a nerve, and he is on my last one.

A few moments later, she comes out saying something garbled. I can’t make out her words, but I hold her in place by her sweet delicate neck. My hand fits perfectly around it. I can’t help the smile creeping up on my face. This is too damn perfect. I haven’t had a fix in a while. Almost too long and my dick is straining in my pants.

I could give this little slut a test run. Leaning into her pressing my body flush against hers. My lips are kissing along her jaw and my free hand traces over her curves. I’m committing them to memory. Every inch. They have my mouth watering and my dick throbbing. I tease her a bit at the edge of her skirt and run my hand up her thigh. Her skin is so smooth under my fingertips, and I feel goosebumps elevate in the wake of my touch. I can feel her panting chest moving against mine. Her body responds so well to me. Then I hear her whisper.

“Please, give me all of you.”

At that moment, I know I’ll never let her go. I already knew she’d be special, but I didn’t know how much she’d affect me. I’m thrilled at the thought that my brother would never be able to have a piece of her. She is perfect. She is mine. I slam my mouth on hers and finger fuck her sweet cunt. Her tongue is gliding against mine and I feel a cold ball against my own. She tastes like cotton candy. Oh, so sweet, my little closet freak. My dirty girl. God, she feels so good. I can only imagine what she’ll feel like clenching around my dick. I squeeze her throat tighter, and I feel her dripping down her inner thighs. I’m about to give her the best orgasm of her life, and I’m taking her. Her cunt is clenching my fingers, and I feel her release run down my hand. She looks at me and smiles.

I grab the cloth covered in chloroform from my back pocket and hold it against her mouth and nose. She is magnificent, I think as her eyes flutter closed.

Her body slides down the wall, and I follow her down with my hand still wrapped around her neck to keep her from hitting the sidewalk. I hoist her up over my shoulder. My hand creates a bruising grip on her thick thighs. I know I made the right choice with her. Giving her thigh a quick squeeze, I begin walking toward the tree line that surrounds the festival. I make it into the darkest cover of the trees before I hear the faint shout. Someone is screaming for the girl I’m holding in the distance. I hear her name, Skylar.

What a beautiful name,I think to myself.

We will lose them in these woods. Picking up my pace, I don’t look back. They’re too far away to catch me before I get to my truck.

We’re deep into the woods that surround the park. I don’t even hear that voice calling for Skylar anymore. Halting at the passenger side of my truck, I fumble with getting the keys out of my back pocket. Still holding Skylar over my shoulder, I finally get the door open and lay her out on the passenger seat. With her head on the driver’s side seat, I plan to hold her head in my lap so that I can rub the strands of her vibrant red hair between my fingers. It’s also insurance, because if she wakes up at all I’ll have the chloroform-doused rag ready to place over her mouth and nose. A sure and easy way to knock her back out if she wakes before we make it to my house.

The air has started to cool with the fall season quickly approaching. Thankfully not many snow days here in the south, though, since the heater in my truck is busted. After throwing a blanket over her lower half and a jacket to cover my arms, I hop into the driver’s seat and get us on the road. The sooner we can get to the house the happier I’ll be.

I have so many fantasies running amok in my head that I want to perform with this girl. Feeling giddy at the thoughts playing in my mind, my foot lays heavy on the accelerator before realizing it. Blue lights are flashing in my rear view.

“Fuckkkk. Me.”

I pull over to the side. Letting out a breath and plastering a smile on my face, I lean over to my glove compartment and pull out all the necessary paperwork and the reading glasses I store there. They tend to cover up my scar a bit and since it’s nighttime he’ll probably not even question the fact my pupil covers up my iris. What little that’s left of it anyway.

Over in my side mirror, I see the cop exit his vehicle shining a bright light that blinds me.

“Do you know why I pulled you over this evening?” He shines the light in my face, causing me to squint a little, then down at Skylar’s head in my lap.

“No, sir, was I speeding?” Playing the innocent-boy act to get on his good side. The glasses seem to help with this part as well.

“What’s wrong with her?” He’s still aiming the flashlight down at my beautiful redhead and I run my fingers through her hair.

“We just left the music festival they were having at the national park, and she had a bit too much to drink. I made sure not to drink tonight so that she could have a good time with a designated driver.” I shrug. “You know, the dutiful boyfriend.”

“Well, you were going five miles over the speed limit. I’ll give you a warning this one time since you don’t have any priors on your record, Mister...” He looks down at my license and continues, “Sutton?”

“Um, yes, sir, thank you so much!”

He hands me back my paperwork and nods. “Slow it down.”

“Yes, sir.” I give him a Boy Scouts honor, hand over my heart because, yeah, I don’t plan on this happening again. If it does, I won’t be so lucky.

Thankfully, the officer bought that she’s merely sleeping off a night of wasted fun with me being the DD. Now time to focus and not speed so that I can get us to my house without getting pulled over again.

Opening up my phone, I set an alarm to remind myself to change out the tags on the truck and make new fake IDs.

I can’t wait to play with my new toy.