She Lives For The Thrill~ Camila/Kehlani (G!P)

Not Escaping, Just... Finding Myself

I stand straight, still looking down at the dying girl. I tilt my head to the side, pouting a bit. "I'm sorry I had to do that, Daddy," I say softly. Her eyes struggle to stay open as she tries her hardest to look at me.

I smirk a bit, shaking my head, "A shame, really. You're my favorite lover." The choking noise she's sputtering makes chills go up my spine. Her dark eyes look up at me in mercy, slowly flushing her life.

"Ok, Chee Chee," I tsk. "You seriously needed to be careful on who you trust. Anyone could stab you in the back."

I take the knife between my fingers and wipe the blood off. Its warmness made me shiver in delight. I stick my fingers in my mouth, and look down at my love's corpse at my feet.

I cock my head to the side, "You love I, Cheenah. You played the devil's most tempting game, Temptation itself." I kick at her foot and she slides further down. I tsk, "Poor baby."

I take out my camera and snap a picture to add to my collection. I am drenched in blood, now. Shit. I walk upstairs and strip for a bath. I fill the tub up almost to the top and add my favorite bubble soap. I ease into the hot water, turning it red.

I relax, resting my head against the black tiles. Making sure I'm careful of my fresh wound. I start to hum to myself. I close my eyes while sitting in my personal, sweet hell. I hum to myself while I rinse Dinah's life off of my skin.

I didn't want to kill her. She was very confident and one of my favorite lovers. She knew things and did things the others wished they could do. I should've mentioned that I had more before DJ.

Austin was the only one who didn't fall. He was smart. Not smart enough since he's dead. I proceed to wash my body. My fingers start to prune up, so I got out.

I drain the tub and wash it out of the evidence. I dry off, put on my white STUSSY crop top and high waisted blue jeans. I collect my most needed and wanted possessions and put them in my suitcase.

Once I finish, I take an old Polaroid of me and Dinah at the park and I head downstairs. Just as I was about to open the door, I look over my shoulder at her body.

I make my way to her and kiss her now dry lips. "You love I, do I?" I stand up from my position and left out the door.

I look around, the sun is shining and there were kids playing in the empty street. It smells of fresh cut grass and rain. I feel my bandage absent mindedly. I sigh contently.

I wish my my Chee Chee could experience this. I walk down the street towards the nearest bus stop. I sit down on a bench to just enjoy the scenery.

I look down at the picture in my hand and run my thumb over Dinah's smiling face. A disappointed sigh leaves my lips as I took in what I've done to her. I warned her, after all.

I told her not to be sweet to me, now look where it's landed her; dead in her kitchen. I told her I needed her to treat me like an item. That's how Austin lived until I decided he needed to die.

I don't want to kill my lovers, but they were, for the most part, wonderful to me. I hated that. I gotta find one who's always crazy and would never call me 'baby'. I mean, I love pet names, like, 'daddy', for example. I don't call anyone that, Dinah was an exception because she had that dominant nature that drove me wild.

"Hey, are you getting on or what?" A gruff, man's voice asks me. He sounds as if smoking cigarettes is replaced with breathing. I collect my things and board the bus. I give the bus driver a few dollars; yes, he's definitely a smoker. I was the only one on, but I make my way to the very back.

I probably look a little suspicious, but I've learned that making yourself to open, is just as suspicious. So, I rather be quiet, since there's no evidence that I'm a sketchy person.

I look out the window as we pass Dinah's house. So many good memories. As in 'good', I mean all the kills we committed together, the fights, playing around like kids, and how can I ever forget about the sex?

I rub my stomach subconsciously and frown slightly. Before my last victim, I began to experience morning sickness, mood swings, etc. It didn't take long to realize that I could be carrying.

Though, I ended that in time. I'm too young to care for a child. Honestly, I wouldn't have minded raising a DJ and me look alike. We were too fucked up in the head to do so.

I never told Dinah that she could've been a potential mother, but I didn't want to. I'm only seventeen, eighteen in about two weeks. We slow to a stop to pick more people up, the bus is now full of people.

I look outside and notice we left the pretty neighborhood of Goodwin, Santa Ana. I sigh, what a peaceful, quaint little neighborhood....full of missing, dead bodies.

*Its back, bitches