Caught in the Storm (19 page)

Jeremy lay there with his mind racing. Why was he tied, naked, to the bed with a beautiful woman he’d never seen before, saying she was going to kill him? He knew what he had to do in order to make her stall. If he could stall her, he could find a way out of this. She was no match for him. He was by far superior.

Dana approached with caution, wondering what he was going to try next. She decided the best way for her to get in the right mindset for what had to be done, was to read his journal. Knowing what he did to all those women, what he did to her mother, would help her do what needed to be done.

Without saying a word, she picked up the journal she created from the photos and started reading, leaving him to lie naked and tied up, wondering what she was doing. As always, the rage started to build in her as she read further and further into the book. She lost track of time and even that someone was there with her. She could picture everything in her mind; she knew what he did, and she knew what they felt as he had sliced into them, again and again. She knew he had to feel it. He had to experience the pain and suffering those other women had felt.

Going back to the beginning, she read about Tiffani. While she didn’t have the ‘tools’ he’d had, she did have knives, and knives would have to work.

Picking up the knife, she walked over to him. Bile rose in her throat when she saw his cock come to life as she got closer. “You make me sick.”

“But I also excite you. You want me. You’ve read my journal. You know what I’ve done, yet you still want me. You want me to dominate you, make you obey my every command. Submit to me. I’m sure your pussy is already dripping wet, wanting my cock inside of you. I see your eyes; you can’t deny me. I know what’s inside of you. I know what lives there.”

He might know what lived inside her, but he had no clue as to what she really wanted. “No.”

“Your mouth says no, but I bet your nipples are hard and your panties are so wet I could suck the juice out of them. Take your clothes off and climb on top of me. Let me slide my rock hard cock deep inside you. I’ll pound you so hard and take you so high; you won’t know what comes next.”

“Oh, but that is where you are wrong. I do know what comes next. You’d kill me, just like you killed all those other women.”

“Oh, you think so little of me. I didn’t kill every woman I fucked. Just the ones that Anthony wanted. Oh, and the ones that looked like my mother, but see you don’t have to worry about either of those. I’ll just fuck you like you’ve never been fucked.”

“You lie,” she hissed.

His cock twitched as if it were beckoning her over. She couldn’t take it any longer; she knew he was playing with her and she had to end it. Gripping the knife tightly in her hand, she walked closer to him. The gleam in his eye was the last straw. With a quick movement, she brought it down and stabbed his hand to the table. His screams filled the darkening night air.

Jeremy lay there with sweat coming off his face and dripping down into his hair. His body convulsed involuntarily while his mind raced from place to place. He couldn’t comprehend what was going on. She walked around the table, slashing his skin with another knife, saying things to him he couldn’t quite understand. He was surprised at the pain. It shouldn’t hurt this much.

It had been so long since he had felt this much physical pain. Daddy didn’t like it when he played too loud. He had to keep his mind in the present if he wanted any chance of getting out of this alive. He had to concentrate on what she was saying. Focus on her tone, on the words, in order to find a way out of this.

“You’re a monster for what you did to all of those women. Do you know some of them were mothers? You took mothers away from their children. Their children were never able to be held in their mother’s arms again. You did that; you took them away.”

“They were all whores,” he panted. “They all leave; they only care about having a man’s cock between their legs. They should all die.”

He screamed when the knife went through his upper thigh, imbedding itself in the table.

She leaned down close to his ear, “You took
my
mother away. You’re a monster and you should die.”

“I’m not a monster. They were my women.
My
women to do with whatever I wanted to. I can kill whomever I want. I have the power; you don’t.”

“Oh, yes I do. Can you feel that? Can you feel your life’s blood draining from your body? You are going to die and there is nothing you can do about it.”

“No, I’m not going to die. You’re wrong.”

“My mother and father only stayed married because of me. My father was out drinking, and fucking anything with two legs while Mama was home with me. She loved me. I never doubted her love.” She took the knife and made two long deep cuts on the bottom of each of his feet. “I was her world, and I knew she’d always be there for me. Until you found her. You killed her. Dumped her on the side of the road like yesterday’s trash.”

Grabbing a bottle of hand sanitizer, she rubbed it into the open wounds she’d just created; sliding her fingers in to make sure it went deep inside him. He couldn’t stand it any longer and screamed at the amount of pain flowing through his body.

“Everything would be so different if she were still alive. You ruined my life. You ruined so many other people’s lives. You need to suffer.”

Taking a handful of forks, she started moving around his body again, digging them into his skin and pulling it back to expose the muscle under the flesh. He started whimpering as each one was shoved into his flesh. Leaving the forks dangling by their weight, she occasionally knocked them to cause more pain. “Do you like that? How do you think those women felt when you did it to them?”

Jeremy lost track of where he was, the pain making his thoughts confused. “I need to hide. They’re fighting again. I don’t want them to hurt me. I’ll be safe under the bed. I have all my special things there,” he whispered.

Dana ignored the babbling words that were coming out of his mouth. Once she saw his blood appear for the first time, she knew she could do this. She could kill a man. With one hand, she reached over for the heavy duty gloves, putting them on over the latex gloves she was already wearing. Picking up the section of razor wire she had soaking in lemon juice with one hand, she grabbed his cock with the other. Using her fingers, she squeezed and spread the head of his cock so she had his hole exposed and she rammed the wire down it, all the while twisting as it went deeper before finishing up by wrapping the rest of it around his cock, pulling it tight until it was ripped away from his body.

Jeremy had no idea what was going on; all he knew was he wanted his mommy. His mommy would make everything better. She always did. She said there would be no more pain; she’d make it all go away. He always felt safe in her arms. She smelled of Ivory soap and lemon. He could smell the lemon even now. He used to love sitting on her lap and playing with her hair. It was so soft.

“Mommy! Make it stop. Please. Tell Daddy, I’ll be good.” Tears flowed as he gasped for air, his eyes open and blindly staring at the ceiling. “Mommy, I need you! Don’t leave me! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Nooooo! I don’t know what to do without you! Help me! Why did you leave? You can’t leave me here all alone! I’m so lost! Where are you?” His voice grew weaker and weaker as he tried to reach out to his mother, his tears drying on his face.

There was nothing left for Dana to do. With the amount of blood he had lost and how incoherent he was, he should be dead soon. She retreated to the shadows where she had set up a chair, so she could watch him die without him knowing she was there. He deserved to think he was dying alone and no one would come to save him.

Jackson woke up to see Kat sitting on the edge of the bed. With the dim light coming in from the hallway, he knew she wasn’t wearing what she typically slept in. “What’s up?” He tried to keep the fear out of his voice. It was something he battled with every time he fell asleep next to her; that she’d leave him and be gone when he woke up.

“I thought I could do it,” she mumbled.

With his heart in his throat, he asked, “Do what?”

“Find him and kill him. Make him suffer. Maybe leave him there to bleed to death. But I can’t. I couldn’t even make it out the door.”