TW: This chapter contains mature themes and triggering content (sexual assault,abuse, violence, blood). Read at your own discretion.
"I know you heard," he said, pulling his penis completely out of my body. I was asking what his next move would be, but I didn't notice him coming. "New position, now."
"New?" He pulled my legs and flipped me onto my stomach in the blink of an eye.
He touched my waist and forcibly pulled my lower body toward him.
"Have you ever done it doggy style?" he asked. "It's my favorite position," his laugh echoed in my ears. He spat on his penis again and did it again, pushing it inside me very slowly. This position hurt even more than before.
The first thrust was bearable, but the next, repeated every second, wasn't. I straightened my arms.
"Please be gentle," I gritted my teeth. James slapped my butt hard, making me let out a muffled cry.
"Gentle?" He interrupted. I turned my head towards him, a shiver running down my spine. I no longer saw James, only the psychopath. He pulled a knife from the right pocket of his pants lying next to him on the bed.
"What are you doing?" I tried to turn around, but he wouldn't let me. He threw the knife into the air and landed straight in the trash can next to the bed.
He pushed his cock deeper inside me. I didn't know he'd be able to do it again.
"Ah…" I stammered.
"I'll be gentler on Halloween, I promise," he said.
My breath caught. He let out ragged gasps that sounded unnatural.
He threw me forward with each thrust.
He slammed into me, gripping my hip and putting even more force into each movement.
James leaned down and pressed against my back, then turned my head so that our mouths connected in one great, morbid union.
"James…" I pushed him away. I felt the cum pooling around the head of my penis again.
"What?"
"I'm about to come… please, pull out of me."
A growing sense of guilt ripped through my head. I shouldn't have told him that.
"No," his ragged breathing echoed through his words.
"I know you don't want me to pull out of you."
My seed was already close to ejaculating.
"Uhh…" I moaned. My cum surged to the surface and landed on the pillow I was sleeping on. The stains it left behind were enormous.
"You're a fucking cunt," James said.
My legs went numb. Now I just wanted him to leave the house and go to sleep.
For the next few minutes, I felt nothing. I stared at a single spot on the wall where the little hole I'd made when I was about thirteen.
He moved his hips faster and faster.
His panting became more intense, and he slapped my ass, which I could feel was completely red.
Until... he came inside me. He groaned one last time and pulled out of me.
The cum inside me began to drip down my legs.
James got out of bed and got dressed. I covered myself with a blanket; I had absolutely no strength to get out of bed.
"Did you like it?" he asked. He put on his jacket and took a step toward the window.
"You said you didn't come in through the window," I mumbled.
"Maybe I did," he approached me. He leaned over my cheek and kissed me. "See you next time."
He turned away, but stopped when he felt something squeeze his hand.
"Please don't go," I said.
***
After I met Lilou at the cinema, I fell into overthinking about who she was. I tried searching for her on social media, but my investigation made it seem like Lilou didn't exist at all. She was like a ghost moving unnoticed through my mind.
I decided I would go to the cinema where I had met her.
But when I got there, I was met with silence.
Slowly, I stopped hoping I'd find her.
Suddenly, a boy I'd seen before walked out of the doors.
"Hey, do you know where I can find Lilou?" I asked. "I don't see her here."
"That's because she took the day off. Try the park, she's usually hanging out there," he said grumpily. "Oh, and if you find her, tell her not to fucking ditch me and leave me alone at work."
I was surprised. At school, he had never been this bold, and he definitely wouldn't have said something like that.
"Sure, weirdo," I muttered under my breath.
***
I headed toward the park. Honestly, I don't like hanging out there. It's dirty, full of drug addicts and drunks. Even though it looks beautiful and could be a nice tourist attraction, most people ruin what's beautiful and free for everyone. They don't respect anything.
Along the way, I passed a lot of homeless people, drinking beers and mumbling to themselves.
Some were sleeping in torn tents (or maybe they weren't alive at all).
As I walked, I noticed a girl with blue hair sitting on a bench.
"Wow, I really am lucky," I thought.
"Lilou?" I touched the girl's shoulder. But when she turned her head, it was a much older woman than the girl I was looking for. "Sorry, I'm looking for a friend."
I turned to walk away when the woman grabbed me.
"What are you doing?!" I yelled. "Let me go!"
I hit her hands, trying to shake her off, but she was stronger.
"Leave her alone!" someone shouted behind me.
The woman let me go and looked around to see who it was.
"Didn't you hear me, are you deaf?"
It was Lilou.
"Now get the fuck out of here before I call the police," she threatened.
The homeless woman ran off in a panic.
"Lucky me," I said.
"Are you okay, Mary?" Lilou asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I rubbed my arm where it still burned. "Damn, she had a strong grip."
"What are you doing here?" Lilou looked confused.
"I was looking for you," I admitted.
"But why?"
***
We sat on a bench not far from where the incident had just happened.
"So, you want to ask about Mike?"
I turned my gaze to her.
"Mhmm… you could say that. But what did he say about me?"
"I see… ummm… he talked a lot about his life, about his friends."
"But when? He hardly ever goes out, except with James and his friends, and me."
"James? Oh, that James. He told me a lot about him too. That must be your husband, right?"
"Yeah, and what exactly did he say? Actually, how did you two even meet? Or what are you to each other?" I bombarded her with questions. Then I realized I should've given her a moment. "Sorry, too many questions."
"No, no. It's just that recently when we were together at therapy, he talked about him, and about you guys. Actually, it's only recently that he's opened up toward some boy, and I put the pieces together—it was James he was talking about."
Therapy?
"Wait, what therapy…"
She didn't let me finish.
"I found out a lot about you all, and honestly, if I were you, I'd be a little scared. But one theory turned out to be true."
"What theory?"
She burst out laughing.
"Don't you see it? Mike is in love with James."