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Orion has a buried secret and a slowly spreading darkness that threatens to cons...
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I'm not sure what I'm doing here, I'd much rather stand outside Serena's window and watch and replay everything that happened on Friday.
I'm hit with repeat images of her fingers deep inside her dripping pussy, just inches from my face. I want to sit and replay that moment over and over and over again. I want to drown in her pussy, I want her to suffocate me until I lose oxygen and catch faded apparitions of the reaper, only for her to bring me back to the brink of humanity. I couldn't get Professor Pierce out of my mind, but it was the only place I could touch her without limit. Having been deprived of her touch, these repeat visions of her were welcome delusions.
So why the fuck am I at Muse at 9PM on a Sunday with the other two stooges instead of with her? It's a 3 day weekend and I won't be able to see my precious Serena in class tomorrow. I could be melting into the shadows watching Professor Pierce through her windows as she teases me, whether or not she's aware of it. Watching over her, consuming myself with every part of her gives me a thrill that combats my dark desire to kill. She's becoming the safer and sexier alternative, she keeps my demons at bay but they're itching to be near her again.
But I'm here because I have learned through trial and error over the years I've been friends with Amy and Danny that these outings are significant and mean something to them. Going out and talking about nonsense and everything else under the sun was appealing to them, exchanging words and laughter and camaraderie was a cornerstone in this thing called friendship.
At first I wasn't ready to budge, deciding to only have contact with Amy and Danny when it conveniences me because maintaining normal social interactions are extremely draining for me. But after begrudgingly accompanying them to this very bar during our Freshman year with fake I.D.'s burning holes in our pockets, I saw the usefulness of these interactions. It gave me a deeper understanding of the human psyche, what responses may be considered normal and what responses may have registered as peculiar. I could watch my friends and the people around me and absorb knowledge that I may not otherwise have been exposed to.
And somewhere along the way as my appreciation for the learning opportunity grew, my appreciation for my friends grew. And rather than see them as a means to an end to maintain an image of normalcy, I grew to genuinely care for them. Where once I could have cared less had they perished the next moment, I grew feelings for them the longer I spent time with them.
If something were to happen to Amy or Danny I would be...displeased.
Unless it was by your hands.
I ignore the dark voice in my head, shaking off his teasing tone.
Besides, Amy had proven indispensable with her sleuthing skills, getting me any information I wanted within minutes. I'd never felt for her more.
Yes it is probably fucked up that people's value to me only grows when I see how they can be of use to me, but what else would you expect from a sociopath?
