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I’m going to drag this out and have plenty of fun doing it.

I make quick work of tying her to the bed and gagging her. The last thing I need is for her to alert someone of me being here. It would ruin my plans.

And I must feed the beast inside me.

Groaning, she comes to, her eyes blinking rapidly. I watch as everything comes back to her, before she starts struggling. I sit astride her, feeding on the fear radiating from her in waves. I inhale through my nose, my body humming at the intoxicating scent.

“I’d like to say this isn’t personal, but we both know it is.” My voice is rough, unrecognisable in my desire to cause her pain, so I pull off my hood, revealing myself to her.

She blinks, surprise flashing across her face before she once again starts struggling, cursing under the gag. It makes me laugh, a sinister smile spreading across my face.

My fingers glide up her arms, loving the way she struggles beneath my touch. Maybe a taste of her own medicine is what she needs, but her blonde hair, green eyes, and hollow face just don’t do it for me.

I sigh, tilting my head to the side.

“You need to be punished, Christie.”

Her head shakes from side to side as my hands make their way up to her neck, squeezing as hard as I can. My fingers dig into her pulse, feeling it beating erratically under my touch.

It feeds the beast further, like he’s coming home for the first time.

After a few minutes, her porcelain skin turns purple and her futile struggling becomes slow and weak.

I let go, needing to prolong her punishment.

She gasps, trying to catch her breath. Her eyes dilate, her pupils bloodshot, and I lean down, licking the side of her face, chin to ear. She tries to fight me, to get away, her screams muffled behind the gag.

“If I let you go, will you promise to leave Whithall University?” I ask, slowly running my fingers down her hair.

She stares at me wild-eyed, nodding her head furiously as tears fall down her cheeks.

Unable to resist, I lean down, capturing them with a lazy swipe of my tongue.

“You taste so good. Fear becomes you,” I murmur in her ear. “But I’m sorry, you need to be punished.”

She shakes her head, her screams getting louder and louder as her legs kick and her hips buck to get free.

I throw my head back, laughing, before looking at her straight in the eye, showing her just who she’s dealing with.

She must see her death in my gaze because she starts shaking her head, her eyes pleading with me to set her free.

And I will. Death will be the ultimate freedom. The price of her sins. I’m doing the world a favour. She’s dirty, unclean… She deserves what is about to happen.

With a grin, I lean down, my hot breath fanning across her face before I grip her neck once again, my hold tighter, stronger.

Only this time, I won’t give her the slightest bit of hope. Because now, I’m going to choke the life out of her.

Just as the blood vessels in her eyes pop, I lift the knife out of my back pocket, before plunging it into her stomach. I do it again when the warmth of her blood runs through my fingers, then once more to feel that rush.

Her movements slow down, the fight leaving her body, along with the last bit of oxygen, until finally, her body slumps to the bed lifelessly.

But my beast doesn’t calm. If anything, the rage building inside me continues, wanting and needing more. I need to showhershe can’t kiss other people, that she can’t leave me. She’smine.

It’s only when a noise next door startles me do I let go, sitting back to admire my handywork. I wipe the knife on my leg, nodding my approval.

Her wild hair captures my attention, and yearning to tame it settles in my mind. I manoeuvre my body off hers and glancing around the room, before picking up the brush on the desk and moving back to the bed.

She looks peaceful, finally in a place she belongs.

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