Twisted Protection

Chapter 7

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He walks through the party disgusted by the atmosphere. Alcohol and drugs are being passed around like candy. The night is getting late, and the crowd is getting messy. He is walking through the crowd when he hears someone say her name. He moves closer to the group. They are talking about something that happened in the kitchen between Kasey and that skank, Rachel. As he listens, hearing the details more and more, he can feel his rage build. He looks around to see where that bitch is. He can't see her inside, so he moves to the door. He looks out to the crowd that have taken over the backyard. He finds his target. Of course she is near Kasey. Pretending to dance while moving away from where Kasey is sitting at the pool. His eyes narrow as he gets a bad feeling. It doesn't take long to realise why. He is fuming as he watches Kasey being carried out of the party barely conscious. He turns his gaze back to Rachel to see her watching with a smile and laughing with her friends. His fists clench as he tries to regain control. He knows he can't go and choke the life out of her in front of all this crowd. He takes a few deep breaths and walks back into the main room. He walks around before he finds what he is looking for. He walks over to the table. It is littered with abandoned drinks and food as well as what he is looking for. He swipes up a small bag as he goes past and makes his way back to the back yard.

He watches and waits for the perfect opportunity for what feels like hours but is realistically it was only minutes. He watched her talk, laugh, flirt, dance. Finally, the moment presented itself. He watched as Rachel placed her drink down, turning to flirt with some random guy. He walked over and as he passed her drink he emptied the bag of white powder into the glass. There are perks to being the sort of person no one notices, the type who is just background characters. No one sees a thing. He moves to a nearby chair to sit and wait. He watches her as she mingles, talking to everyone she deems worthy. Everyone popular. It makes him sick to she how she sucks up to them. He smiles when he sees her drinking her drink. Only a matter of time now. He stands and moves with her, staying close, waiting for it to take effect.

He follows as she stumbles inside, giggling her excuse to whoever, and follows her towards the bathroom. He intercepts her before she can reach it. She is easily pliable now that the drugs are in full effect. He guides her back outside and towards his car. By the time he starts the engine she was fazing in and out of consciousness. He can't stop the smile on his face. She is going to pay for the constant torment she has put Kasey through. He would have overlooked it all, but she crossed the line tonight. He couldn't let that go. He wouldn't.

"Wake up bitch!" he pours a bucket of ice-cold water over her.

He had driven her to an isolated cabin by a river. He had waited patiently for her to wake after he had strung her up by her arms from the roof. He had entertained himself with fantasies of what he could do to her. But his patience had worn out an hour ago. She jolted awake with a gasp. Her eyes frantically looking back and forth before finally settling on him. She pulled at her arms trying to get them loose. He smirked watching her struggle. He had her hung so her feet barely touched the floor, so he knew she had no hope of working herself free. She stopped struggling and looked at him.

"Please, let me go." She pleaded. He said nothing. "I did nothing to you." Still, he said nothing. He looked at her bored. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" she yelled, her anxiety and fear building.

He walked over to the table and looked over his tools. The cabin had a fireplace in which he had started a fire, even though the temperature was still quite warm. He turned and looked at her and nodded before turning back to the table and grabbing some fabric shears. He walked towards her holding the shears high and enjoying her wide, fear filled eyes.

"What are you going to do with those?" she asks, unable to keep the trembling out of her voice. He still kept silent.

She tried to flinch away unsuccessfully. He grabbed her by the throat and squeezed, his message crystal clear to her. He then brought the shears to her dress hem and cut her clothes off her, leaving her in her bra and underwear. She was trembling now this was good. He turned towards the table but hesitated. He turned back toward Rachel, eyeing her long hair. He took to it with the shears, cutting it close to her scalp. She started to cry, it was like music to his ears. He returned to the table and sat down in one of the chairs.