Sweet but psycho

Chapter 9

The next day was finally a Saturday, I did my homework and helped my mom preparing dinner. I told her I wanted to go out later so she knew I could be later than usual.

Of course, I went over to Mort, but when I knocked, he opened the door himself, pulling me in.

"Hello, why so wild?", I asked but he just slightly brushed my lips with his. It made me shiver, he noticed that and smiled.

"Let me show you something.", he walked up the stairs and turned to the room on the left. He opened the door and entered. It was a small bedroom compared to the rest of the house, it had Bordeaux coloured walls and a black bed with curtains on all four sides.

"Cosy. But shouldn't you invite me for dinner first?"

"That you will vomit all over my belongings? No. Trust me sometimes it's better to have an empty stomach. Tomorrow maybe."

"What is your plan? It doesn't seem too wild to me.", he just laughed and went to another door on the left. He let me in first, then he turned on the lights, revealing a small room with all kinds of leather toys that you could imagine. In the middle a wooden wall with handcuffs.

"Oh f*ck.", and one second later he pressed me against the wall my hands above my head, handcuffed to the wall. With one move he ripped off my shirt.

"It was ugly, I can give you a better one.", he said while taking his jacket off, rolling up his sleeves after.

"Ready to find out about my ways?", he grinned.

"Not sure. I'm shirtless and tied to a wall."

"Isn't that exciting? Different?"

"Crazy."

"Maybe."

He started to press his lips on mine, pulling the hair in my neck. He didn't hesitate to use his tongue, I couldn't help and kissed him back, soon he wandered to my neck not stopping. He licked a bit, then I felt a stinging pain.

"Did you just bite me?!"

"Don't worry, dear. I wouldn't bite so deep that it would be dangerous, I could if I wanted to, the human bite is one of the most dangerous bites in the world, but I just scratched the first layer of your skin."

"That helps."

"But do you know what is also completely harmless, if you know how to use it?"

"What?"

"A razor blade.", he whispered before I felt the sharp cold metal slicing my skin.

"You cut me?!"

"Don't worry, it's just deep enough to leave a scar, but not deep enough to make serious damage."

"Are you out of you mind?!"

"Aren't we all? It's boring inside, isn't it?"

"I'm bleeding.", I looked down feeling the red liquid slowly streaming down my chest.

"Oh, let me help you.", he slowly traced his tongue up my chest licking up the blood, I felt the burning in my chest when he reached the cut with his tongue.

"Saliva works like a natural disinfectant.", he admired his work.

"You are completely insane!"

"Insane, crazy, out of my mind. Maybe I am, maybe I'm not.", he looked at me a slight spark of madness in his eyes.

"Wearing fancy suits doesn't make you normal or less scary, hiding birds in your basement drinking blood, you are a psychopath!", I got scared by what he just did, not knowing what he would do next.

"You know what would suit you?"

"What?"

"My name.", I felt another fast cut in my chest, I clenched my fists and bit my teeth, trying to ease the pain.

He licked it again this time accompanied by kisses and sucking, his soft lips on my skin, the light burning of the open wound, I don't know why but I started to enjoy it.

He was right it was different, and more intense than anything I ever experienced.

He moved one hand in his pants, closing his eyes while kissing me again.

"Why did you stop? Go on, you insane bastard.", I whispered and with a smile he attacked me with his lips.

"Your wish is my command."

He satisfied himself, before he placed another cut on my chest, he bit his lip not licking up anything. He was heavily breathing, stopping before cutting me one last time. He dropped the blade and pulled my hair, tensing more and more with every second, I looked at him and bit his neck, not too gentle but careful enough not to hurt him.

He relaxed with a moan, letting himself fall against me, he smiled like an idiot.

"Did you like it?", he mumbled as if he was drunk.

"Does it matter? You liked it."

"I think I like you.", he pushed himself back to his feet, opening the handcuffs.

"Thanks. Next time please with hands down."

"So, you can touch me? Never."

I looked down on my body, blood still tripping from my wound.

"You cut your initials in my chest."

"Just the M."

"It will leave a scar?"

"Yeah."

"I will get my revenge for that."

"Don't come with revenge, you'll regret it. I was nice this time."

"We'll see. Your shirt is covered in blood.", he handed me a new shirt.

"Yeah, I got many more. You're bleeding. Let me help you.", he wiped it away with his fingers. For a second he looked at his bloody hands before he licked them like they are covered in sauce.

"Ew."

"Don't judge before you haven't tried it."

"No, thanks. I'm good.", I put the shirt on.

"Scared?"

"Little bit."

"Good. Now go, before your mother gets mad. I want to be the only one who punishes you.", he whispered in a low tone.

"We'll see about that.", I looked at him, a smile on his face, I felt like he wanted a kiss but at the same time I didn't want to do anything he doesn't want.

"Will I see you tomorrow? I promised you a dinner."

"My grandma will come over for lunch and tea, but I try to leave some space for you. Don't cook too much."

"I won't.", he came closer, staring into my eyes, before I could realize it, he gave me a tiny peck on the cheek.

"Run, run to mommy, but don't say anything, or I can't promise to keep it with one scar."

"I'm not scared of you anymore, McAdams.", I smiled and left.