Burn Me Right

Chapter 34

As Zyler sat in his car, he couldn't help but feel emptiness inside him. He was a killer, a man who took lives without a second thought. The taste of blood on his lips once gave him a rush of power. He remembered when the thrill of the hunt had consumed him when the sound of his victims' screams had been music to his ears. He will always love his victim's screams, no doubt about that, but now they have lost their allure. Those screams did not give him power anymore. Now, he wanted to hear her scream.

He sighed deeply and leaned his head against the seat, staring up at the starless sky. The darkness seemed to swallow him whole, and for a moment, he felt like he was drowning in it. He knew he was a monster, but he couldn't help but feel pride in his monstrosity. He was a man who lived by his own rules, a man who was feared by all.

But as the weight of his actions pressed down on him, he couldn't help but wonder if it was all worth it. The power, the control, the fear...was it enough to fill the void inside him? Or would he always be haunted by his inner demons? But now, there is something in his head. Her thoughts were like company during his bloody war. She was like a dark, seductive force that crept into his mind and took hold, filling the emptiness he had long tried to ignore. Never had he felt this way before. Why was he even obsessed with her? He doesn't know the answer. He doesn't remember the last time he was this excited to get home.

He didn't notice he got home until the car halted with a smooth jerk. The tires scraped the gravel, breaking the silence of the night. Yet he didn't move, "boss," his driver's voice made him step out of his thoughts. He stepped out of the vehicle without acknowledging his driver and straightened his bloody jacket. His boots hit the ground as he walked. He has to see her. The sky was an endless expanse of black, and the moon was nowhere to be seen. The only light came from the distant city, twinkling like stars in the darkness.

His bloody suit was barely visible in the dim light. He walked to the door of the mansion and entered without a sound. He didn't waste any time as he went to Autumn's room. He needed to see her after the bloodbath he had just committed. Zyler's hand reached for the doorknob, but it didn't turn. Frustration began to boil inside him, and he gave the door a rough shove, but it didn't budge.

He chuckled, "My baby has been watching too many horror movies. Locking doors won't keep me away, baby, but it does add a nice touch of suspense," he swiped the key and opened the door. As he stood there, it dawned on him that it felt like old times. The days when he used to break into her house undetected to watch her sleep and jerk off to her eatable body. "Ah, those were the days." He couldn't help but smile at the memory, "Looks like we're back to our old routine, eh?" he quipped to his conscience, "Except now, she's locked the door. Clever girl," his conscience added. Zyler choked his conscience's throat and stepped further.

She lay on the bed, curled up in a fetal position. She was dressed in a flowing purple nightgown, draping her curves like a gentle wave. Her long brown hair splayed across the pillows, framing her delicate features. He licked his lips. His eyes dilated with every step he took.

He hovered on top of her, crawling up her body like a beast. Her sweet smell was stronger than the smell of death. It was so consuming that it overpowered the senses of the blood on his face and chin. He thought about what she would do when she opened her eyes and looked at him in this situation. Would she scream? Would she run away? Some of him thought how beautiful she would look, scared, trying to escape him.

He rested both arms and balanced his weight on either side as if he were doing push-ups. He moved closer to her, leaning over her sleeping form. His gaze traced the delicate curve of her face, taking in every detail. He reached out his hand, his fingers hovering just above her cheek.

Her lower lip rested on top of her upper lip, and her fist was tucked under her chin. His eyes moved to her medallion that was tucked in her cleavage. The urge to pull that thing out from the confiding jail was impossible to resist. Those mounds are suffocating the life out of that medallion. He wondered what they would do to his dick and how wonderful they would look covered in his seed. That would be a sight to behold.