GABRIEL (Killer Book 2) (7 page)

"I was born with the devil in me. I could not help the fact that I was a murderer, no more than the poet can help the inspiration to sing… I was born with the evil one standing as my sponsor beside the bed where I was ushered into the world, and he has been with me since."

-H.H. Holmes

My fingers feel raw as I try and fit them in the gap between the window frame and the metal screen for the hundredth time, but it’s no use. He wasn’t lying. This is the place to be if ever there is a zombie apocalypse.

Bailey’s eyes stare at me from across the room, watching me as I plot my escape. I look at him suspiciously, feeling silly thinking that he’ll tell his master what I’m up to.

“What would you do? He took me and imprisoned me here!” I say, throwing my hands up and spinning around. Bailey whines and lays his head on his paws as he continues to watch me.

“Don’t go through my shit.”

I scoff as I recount what he said. Fuck him! What’s the worst that he can do? He’s already whipped my back bloody, forced me to come and had me trapped in a cold dungeon for days on end.

He’s a bastard, and I could care less if he’s
particular
.

I walk towards the dresser, the chain has enough slack for me to walk around the bedroom and the bathroom.

Opening the drawer, I’m surprised to see that his clothing is lined in perfectly folded stacks. I lift one of the plain undershirts and hold it in front of my eyes. Clearly, I can’t pull this over my head due to my collar and leash, so I throw it on the floor. Then, I grab the rest of his clothing and throw them on top of it.

Walking to his closet, I open the door, first grabbing one of his button down shirts and dressing myself – I then grab every single garment and throw them around. The floor is littered with clothing as I use my arm to sweep the items off of the dresser. His cologne breaks on impact, spreading his scent throughout the room.

I go into the bathroom and do the same. Paintings are thrown across the room along with vases and other breakables. When I come down from my fit, my eyes travel around the destroyed room. A chill shoots down my spine as I fall onto the bed and contemplate how stupid my actions were. I’m going to be punished. Either he’ll whip me, or starve me… even worse, he could kill me for what I’ve done. He clearly likes order in his life, and I just disrupted that. He won’t be happy.

I grab the remote and click on the television, tuning to the local news. After several minutes, I’m disheartened as I watch the newscasters carry on as if I never existed. Then, my heart soars with hope when I see my best friend with tears streaming down her face.

I point the remote at the television with a shaky hand and turn up the volume.

“Please, if you have my friend, bring her back. I can’t live without her. Dani, I love you. Come back home, please.”

I blink several times, releasing the salty tears that have collected. I would do anything to run into Misty’s arms and tell her that I’m okay, but I can’t. I feel helpless. Misty is one of the only people that I have in this world. Not being able to comfort her is heartbreaking.

I bury my face in my hands before I hear the newscaster begin to speak.

“Officials have yet to determine if the disappearance of Dani LeBlanc is foul play. They believe that she was simply fed up with life and needed to take a break. Some of you may remember the LeBlanc case, where a seventeen year old Dani LeBlanc was taken into police custody. It was recorded as one of the worst child abuse cases in Bergan County. Her father and abuser, Antonio LeBlanc has never been found.”

I wipe the tears from my face with the back of my hand. I feel the rage boiling away, my heart beating emphatically as the realization of everything hits me like a ton of bricks. It seems that God had it out for me. After everything that I had survived, I was doing better – now this.

I let out a guttural scream as I hurl the remote across the room. It bounces off of the wall as I fall onto my back.

I let out a long sigh as I stare at the ceiling. Then, I bolt upright when I hear it.

Humming
.

I watch in awe as a tiny, old woman swiftly moves about in Gabriel’s kitchen. It’s a feed from a surveillance camera. There are little squares on the screen looking into each room.

I jump to my feet and run to the door.

“Hey!” I holler, watching the surveillance camera desperately.

She doesn’t bat an eye as she continues cleaning.

“HELP! HELP ME!” I scream as my fists bang against the door. I’ve never felt a door so sturdy, I can’t even see through the cracks. It’s almost like it’s air tight.

I run to the television and watch her. It’s then that I realize that she has headphones on as she carries on, dancing around as she tidies his home. I sink to the floor as I watch her move from the kitchen to the living room, and when I see her walk down the hall towards the room, I scream and bang the door once again, but she doesn’t hear me.

Once she finishes, she leaves through the front door. All hope is lost as I curl into a fetal position and cry myself to sleep.

“What in the fuck?”

I startle awake and look up at him. He stands in the doorway as his eyes travel around the disaster before they lock onto mine. They are filled will fiery rage as he marches towards me.

I quickly stand, not wanting to be vulnerable as he comes at me like a lion stalking his prey.

His large hand wraps around my neck, gripping tightly as death becomes too close a reality.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” He growls as he backs me against the wall. “I warned you. I told you to leave my shit alone.” His eyes frantically dart around the room once more, “Do you know what this does to me? This disorder?”

My heart gallops beneath my ribs as his grip tightens.

“Gabriel… I- I’m sorry.” I stammer. I’m not sure what else to say at this point, my words are no bandage for the rage that is quickly building within him. There is no taking back what I’ve done.

A maniacal laugh escapes him as his whisky breath spreads across my face. His eyes glisten as his face drops into a frown, “You’re sorry?”

I nod as best as I can with his hand around my throat. I’m trapped, but I feel his rage building, ready to erupt. My hands seem to move on their own as I reach up and begin unbuttoning his shirt that I’m wearing. With each button, his grasp loosens, and I can see resolve in his gaze.

“I’m sorry, Gabriel.” I whisper as I wiggle out of his large dress shirt. His chest presses against mine, and I want to touch him. As I look into his eyes, I want to see if I can change him. I’ve got to get out of here, and maybe – just maybe – I can find his weakness.

I can’t stop it, while a part of me hates him, there is a part of me is drawn to him, to his craziness, to his brokenness.

I always knew that someone like myself couldn’t find absolution in somebody who is normal. Who has led an otherwise normal life.

His hand is now only lingering above my neck, and I take this as my queue to continue with whatever it is that I’m doing with this peculiar man.

I work on his buttons as he stands rigid.

My clumsy fingers make it halfway through before his hands grip my wrists. He stares at me intently as my eyes plead with him. For him not to hurt me, for him to love me with his hands, his mouth, his body.

The tears streak my face as I whisper, “Please. Please, take me. I need this. I need for you to show me.”

His mouth twitches into a smile as he rests a hand on my cheek, “Do you think you deserve my love after what you’ve done?”

I suck in a breath as he releases me and begins working on removing his belt, “Bend over. Hands on the bed.”

My lip quivers as I look up at him.

“Now!” He roars, causing my body to jump into action. I do as he says, walking to the bed, I grasp the comforter in my hands as I prepare for the pain.

I hold my breath as he runs his large hand over the flesh of my ass, “Ten lashes. You count aloud, followed by ‘I’m sorry for my offense, Master’.” He leans over me, shooting a chill down my spine, “Then, I will fuck you.”

My eyes flutter as he straightens behind me. I’m tormented as the seconds of silence tick by. My body is stiff with anticipation.

Then, I hear the belt zip through the lust thick air. A harsh scream escapes my lips as the leather burns into my skin.

I regroup as I sort through the pain for the words. “One. I’m sorry for my offense, Master.”

“Good girl.” He whispers, striking me again.

“Two. I-I am sorry for my offense, Master!”

At five strikes, I’ve managed to find another place to go, a place where the strikes from the leather send a tingling sensation all the way to my fingers and toes. I’m no longer screaming after the strikes, the words stumbling off of my tongue as soft mumbles.

Once he is finished ‘punishing’ me, he pulls me up. His hard chest presses against my back as he wraps his strong arms around my body, holding me close.

My eyelids hang heavy from the mixture of lust and euphoria. I’ve not yet come down from the high that the pain has brought me.

He turns me and pushes me onto my back. I push the voice of reason to the back of my mind as my legs fall open, inviting him to take me, to make me his. Because after all of these years I need to be someone’s. I need to feel wanted. I need to know that I’m
his
dirty whore. Because after years of abuse and neglect, that’s where my sick mind has ended up.

I watch as he removes his shirt and then his jeans.

He crawls on top of me, and I delight in the feel of his skin against mine. I’m swimming in dangerous, murky waters right now. He’s the shark that circles me, waiting to strike, and I’m willing to let him. I want him to sink his teeth into me, to take me, and drag me under with him.

His eyes lock onto mine as he traces my lips with his index finger, “What are you?”

I place my hands on his cheeks as my nose grazes against his, “I’m broken.”

His lips slam into mine as he tangles his fingers in my hair. I dig my fingernails into him, invoking a sigh to pour from his lips as his free hand drifts down my side. I gasp as he pulls my leg up higher and sinks into me slowly. I hold onto him with everything in me.

His pace quickens and I feel the impending orgasm threaten to sweep throughout my body. I cry out as my back lifts from the bed as I tighten around him.

“Goddammit, Dani.” He rasps as he flips over onto his back, taking me with him.

Our chests touch as I rock back and forth, his length filling me completely, igniting a fire deep within myself as I feel another release creep up on me.

I grab fistfuls of his hair as I pull his head back and look into his eyes. His fingers dig into my hips as he leads my movements. Our breaths are harsh, like two opposing forces battling in the space between us.

I come over him again as he finds his own release.

We stay, the curves of our bodies matching like a demented puzzle, two people pushing and pulling for power over each other… over our fucked up minds. Yet, the truth lingers in the air, surrounding us like a blood red aura.

Even the most corrupt people can find solace in this horrible world.