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I inch closer, nipping his jaw with my teeth. The burning lust in his eyes makes me confident. “I won’t. I’m yours.”
“We’ll see about that.” His hand moves from my jaw to my neck, and he pins me against the door frame. “I have something to show you. If you decide you are still mine after you see the real me? Then I’ll kill anyone you want. I’ll hold them down so you can carve them into shreds.”
The brattiness fades but desire fills me. “Deal.”
He arches his eyebrow as his hand pulls away from my throat and trails down my body to grasp my hand. We walk down the stairs and out of the house, then stand in the backyard surrounded by the gardens. The hydrangeas are stunning. The way the flowers bloom, and the colours that decorate the entire backyard, leave me in wonderment. I don’t know what he could show me that would make me want to run away and leave him.
Sixteen
Sebastian
Her eyes scan over the backyard. She adores the flowers and I wonder if she would love them as much if she knew what was under them. I hold her hand and pull her along thepath further into the yard. The large shed blends with the trees, camouflaged nicely by the overgrowth I've never cleared.
“What’s in there?” she asks, her eyes piqued with interest. Her pert nose might be one of my favourite features on her face.
“Let’s see.” I know I’m risking everything–every hour I’ve spent watching her, every plan I’ve put in place, but I don’t see how we can continue our relationship if she doesn’t know who I really am.
Her hand trails along the rough stone wall for support as we make our way through the door, and she recoils at the touch of sticky cobwebs. With a creaking sound, I pull open the plastic panels and the musty smell of the room hits me as I step inside and flick on the light. Despite her stillness, her eyes dart around the room, taking everything in. Her gaze lingers on the crates, the table and the restraints leaning against the wall.
“Who are you?” Her voice quivers slightly, but her eyes remain the same, and she’s not running out the door.
“I take care of people.” My dove walks further into the room, her hand delicately running over the metal cages used for keeping people. She does a full circle of the room.
“What’s in there?” she points to the red door.
“Tools,” I reply.
“Alright, so are you going to cut me into little pieces and feed me to your garden, or am I safe?”
When I hear her odd question, my brow furrows and I cock my head. “I’d never hurt you. I couldn’t even if I wanted to because it would hurt me far worse.”
She purses her lips, clicks her tongue, and runs her hand over the red door. “Show me.”
Shock fills me. I thought she’d run away, beg me to take her back to her apartment, or at least be angry. I never thought she’d be this interested, and it shows me we are meant to be together.
I unlock the door and stand outside of it. She enters and looks over the tools in the small room. Her eyes sweep the space. Without touching anything, she leaves the room and comes to stand next to me. “This is where you’d help kill the family?”
“Yeah. I thought it would be less suspicious if they just disappeared over time, rather than everyone suddenly dropping dead in their houses.”
She walks over to the table, looking over the angle of it and the drains underneath. “What do you do here?”
“I drain the blood of the person. The essence that they have within them helps my gardens grow better.”
A smile ghosts her lips. “The restraints?”
I walk closer to her. “Sometimes people need to exhaust themselves before I can help them.” Her fingers slide over the metal, the chains and she looks back at me.
“I still love you. I’m not running anywhere.”
“Is it only because you want me to kill your family?”
“Nah, I’ll be there to help.” I stand behind her and pull her to me.
“Now I just feel like you might be using me.” I run my hand through her hair. Taking a fistful, I pull her head back to my shoulder and run my tongue over the length of her neck. “Show me, prove to me how much you are mine.”
“Wanna tie me up? Restrain me and show me who’s the boss?” She arches an eyebrow and bites her lip.
“No, I’m going to make you beg me to mark you.” I let go of her and head into the small room, grabbing an unused knife and my favourite large blade, and I walk out with it to find her leaning against the tool bench. It’s lower than most workbenches, but has served its purpose for me. I look forward to fucking her in the same place I’ve taken many lives.
