INSATIABLE [DARK ROMANCE]

[🔪 ]Warning Signs

Chapter Thirty Two

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Who the fuck does she think she is?

I almost changed my mind once I'd left, to go back and finish what I started. It's not like she could ever stop me. But I was pissed.

Not only was she getting close to other guys the minute I'm away but also she's acting like she doesn't want me around, the total opposite of what she said before we left Zalgo's "Hotel".

I grinned at the memory of that pretentious kid she'd felt so comfortable getting coffee and donuts with.

How long had that been going on?

I'd only just gotten back today but she was probably cozying up to him the instant I was gone. Or maybe she knew him before. I could get those answers later.

Who even cares? She was mine now and that meant I'd do whatever it takes to keep it that way.

It had been a while since it was this noisy in my head. Ever since Slenderman had contacted me a few nights ago, the voices have come back with a vengeance.

I had run some errands for him and it felt like I was finally getting back to my old self. Whether that was a good or bad thing I couldn't tell. All I know is that I badly needed something more than the hit this nicotine provided.

I ashed the cigarette I was smoking on the doorstep of the house I'd visited earlier before, pulling my mask back over my face and pushing the door open then closing it behind me.

It was warm and homey inside and I stepped over the two lifeless bodies laying on the living room floor, their blood pooling together, the elderly lady still gripping the house phone she'd tried using to call the cops when I first came in while the middle-aged man was facefirst in a bowl of noodles, he'd been unaware of the intrusion and had made it easy for me to take him down.

I climbed the stairs, passing by framed photographs and medals, a snort leaving my lips. As if those pieces of metal meant anything in the real world.

Once I got to the top of the landing I headed directly to the back of the hallway, pulling the string that hung from the ceiling which yielded another set of stairs.

Up in the attic, the smell of dust and years of neglect was strong but it hardly bothered me at all.

I was too excited.

I broke out into a grin as I pulled up a chair before the body that was strewn up, hanging by his wrists that were bound and blue, struggling to manage his body weight.

Blood that was running down the side of his face earlier had dried and his head was bowed dejectedly, I guess he'd given up fighting.

I gave him a few smacks on his cheek to wake him up and watched as he struggled to figure out what was happening.

He started to whimper when he finally realized where he was and I smiled under my mask.

"So, where were we?"

His lips moved like he was trying to say something but nothing I could discern.

"C'mon speak up," I sat back against the chair, watching him.

"W-why are you doing this?"

I tilted my head at his question, looking at him through the eyeholes of my mask and wondering if this guy was an idiot.

"Why? I'll tell you why," using one hand I grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged his head back looking directly into his eyes, "you went after my girl."