The Good Girl (19 page)

Even though the demands had ended – the relentless whispers and musings of a demon inside me – I still couldn’t find peace. It was a vise that gripped every inch of my skin, that bruised the muscles beneath and shattered the bones that lie inside. I realize suddenly that the pain I’d carried, the reclusiveness and hate – it was there whether the demons were quiet or not.

And I think that’s when I became angrier.

That’s when I became resentful.

And that’s when I Finally. Fucking. Snapped.

Any shred of decency I had left bled out from the slice that epiphany made across my skin. I stole her to teach her a lesson. I abused her to quiet my mind. But the result I was left with was that doing so only made my problems worse, my grasp on sanity weaker, and my desire to punish grow exponentially.

Finally dropping any ounce of empathy or remorse was like shedding a set of clothes that had aged to a point of being nothing more than a bunch of thread – annoying and restricting.

I wanted to hurt her. I wanted her to know why I was hurting her. I wanted her to carry the veil of shame that I’d lived with most of my life. I wanted her to feel the loss I suffered and I wanted to make her see how ugly she’d become to me.

A smile crept over my face when instead of hearing insults and demands made by the voices that had plagued me for so long, I heard words of acceptance - words of encouragement. My head was no longer silent; but, for once, I could agree with what was being said. A strange pride blossomed inside me and I felt stronger.

My grip with reality was lost in that moment. I stared blankly at a wall. I sat motionless and silent. I allowed my mind to spin into a controlled chaos, a quiet storm that allowed me to think more clearly – to plot not only the destruction of Eleni, but of myself. I’d slipped to a point where I knew that after punishing her, I’d have no other reason to stay locked in the scarred prison of my body. It would be both of us eventually, but it would be her first. I wanted to be there to laugh as she took her last breath – to remind her before she died that she was nothing more than a whore. I wanted to make sure that there wouldn’t be another minute she had left on this Earth that contained hope or joy. Eleni hadn’t died yet – but she’d already gone to Hell.

Chapter Thirty-Three

~ Eleni ~

The door of my cage slammed shut, and he disappeared into the house for the night. I could relax for a moment knowing he wouldn’t be back for me tonight. I relished these moments because, even though the voices would never give me true peace, I could relax until sleep gripped me and the nightmares returned.

The nightmares were day and night. I could never escape them. I lived day in and day out with the nightmare of what Gabriel was doing. The nights were filled with the nightmare I called a life before he stole me. It slowly all became a two sided game. For him, it was a game of how far he could break me down; and he had truly accomplished a great deal of hurt. But, it was also a game of survival. Little did Gabriel realize, I’d lived through a lot of bullshit in my life and if he thought I was going to let him be my demise, he was fuckin’ delusional. I chuckled to myself at my words because the fact of the matter was that ‘delusional’ would be too sane a term to describe the deep psychosis he suffered from.

The more time I spent with him, the more his disease became clear. But I would never let him know. I would play my part of his good girl and take whatever he gave me. And I would never forget – he wouldn’t allow me to forget – that the sex was fucking perfect. It was like an added bonus to this whole ordeal. He wasn’t a bad looking guy, he just has a couple screws loose. But don’t we all?

I laughed again, because I knew I was truly fucked up. Anyone else in this situation would continue to cringe and fight; but instead of becoming a victim, the title I have donned my entire life… I would finally fight back. I just needed to figure out how.

His footsteps became louder and I knew he was coming back for me tonight. The confusion set in, and this time, I truly didn’t know what to expect from him. My arm throbbed under the bandages, a continuous reminder of the sheer insanity this man was driving me towards.

Eleni, you deserve everything he does to you. You’re a whore. You’ll never amount to anything in life…

They continued to taunt me inwardly as the cage door swung open and Gabriel stood before me with a look of calm about him.

It was eerie how calm he was. I’d never once seen his moods this dormant - this relaxed - and that made me even more cautious. As always, I addressed him.

“Gabriel?”

Without a single word, he made quick strides across the room until his hands fisted chunks of my hair; no words, no emotions, just actions. My body fell like a rag doll, going limp for the journey I knew we were about to take; always dragging me when he decided to pull on my hair. I shouldn’t like the violent tugs, but something about it turned me on. I let out a blood-curdling scream to play along with his game. The less of a reaction he got, the more violent he became. It was always like that. My legs kicked as he continued dragging me and I tried to fight for my freedom - to get away from his strong grasp.

We quickly traveled through a portion of the house I’d never seen because my freedom was always greatly limited. I knew I should be afraid of what would come next; but after what he made me do in his art room, how much worse could it really get? He stopped quickly and freed one hand from my hair to unlock a door. As the door opened, he tossed me like a rag doll across the floor. My body crashed into a large oak desk - my head cracking against the side. The pain vibrated through my entire body, but it was going to take more to get me down.

“Fuck” I mutter under my breath. I gasped when I realized the words actually escaped; but thankfully, Gabriel didn’t hear. His hands pulled me up from the floor and planted me in a fancy leather chair; something that reminded me of my shitty therapist’s office. That dumb old bitch. The memories made my stomach roll and I tried to hold back the bile rising in my throat.

CRACK! His hand slammed against my face, slapping me and snapping me from my thoughts. Fuck that hurt. I wanted to spit on him. It was my first reaction, but I was sure I would never survive that transgression. I could feel blood beginning to seep from my bottom lip as he sat in a chair across from me - relaxed without a care in the world.

It was in that moment that I realized how insane he’d become. It was as if he’d been holding onto a ledge before, but his hands had finally slipped free, allowing him to free-fall into the darkness below. The sanity behind his eyes was almost completely vacant. In the past, I could see his body tense or a hint of remorse for his actions; but now that was completely gone. This was it. He was finally going to kill me - end me once and for all, because there was no strand of conscience left in there.

My blood pounded through my head and my mind continued to race. My eyes darted around the room, desperate for an exit strategy, a way to escape from him. It was now or never because I was certain if he had his way with me tonight, I would never be free.

A flick of light caught my attention, only a few feet away; the shiny metal taunting me, sitting just out of my reach. A letter opener was on the desk, begging me to grab it and stab Gabriel in the neck; end him before he had the chance to end me. I could envision his body lying lifeless on the floor of the office and the voices screamed at me to do it. End him before he ends me.

Do it Eleni! He’s going to kill you…

They laughed and taunted me. I shook the thought from my head and turned my attention back to Gabriel. He sat motionless in his chair. His vision caught on something in the corner of the room. I couldn’t make out what he focused his attention on, but this was the only chance I had. He was lost in outer space and it was time for me to finally make my move.

Freedom was so fuckin’ close, I could taste it.

I lunged for the letter opener, but before I could reach it, his body blanketed mine; pressing me into the desk as his hand circled my neck. He slowly choked me with a smile on his face. He laughed as I begin to gasp for air.

Think Eleni, fuckin’ think! I searched my mind for some way - any way - to get the fuck out of this situation. I had no one to blame but myself for making this move and I was sure he would never let me get away with it. The only thing that was ever able to calm Gabriel was sex; and as the room began to get fuzzy, my vision started to go black. I mustered all the strength in my dying body to push my ass back against his already hard cock.

I ground against him and noticed his instant reaction. I didn’t stop. I continued trying to seduce him as his erection grew harder under his tight dress slacks.

“You’re such a whore, Eleni. You want to fuck one last time before I kill you?” He growled in my ear and I struggled to think of a proper response to him.

“I want you inside me, Gabriel.” My voice was choked and broken as I gasped for air.

I was honest and I was baiting him all at the same time. I guess that made me a whore, but it was the last chance I had to plead for my own life. If he decided to still end me, at least I was going to go out with a fuckin’ bang, right?

With my body still pressed against the large wooden desk, he freed his erection from his pants and violently slammed into me from behind. I screamed when he entered me. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain, just how I liked it. I was a sick woman, just as he was a sick man. I needed just as much help as he did. My cries turned into moans as he continued to fuck me, throwing his head back and giving himself over to the pleasure.

My body tightened around his throbbing cock as I reached my climax. I could feel him flood my cunt with his own release. I took in a sharp breath and silently prayed that whatever it was I just did wasn’t going to cost me my life anymore.

Chapter Thirty-Four

~ Gabriel ~

What I appreciated most about her body was the fact that she was always ready to go. No matter what I’d done, no matter how far I’d pushed her, no matter the poison of hate, or shame, or fear or pain – her body responded like nothing I’d ever known before. It was better than the drunk and sloppy sluts in the dark alleyways – the ones I fucked in shadows so they would never see my scars. Quick and up against a wall would never compare to the feel of Eleni beneath me. Her cunt fit so perfectly around the width of my cock. It was like a sheath designed specifically for me with all the heat and grip that I could ever desire. The more it hurt, the tighter she became and I inwardly lamented the fact that this would be the last time I’d enjoy her. We were both careening towards an end – to a point of no return, where our blood would mix as our last breaths were released.

But it would be her first – so that I could remind her why she had to die.

Did I feel bad about what I had to do? No. To put it simply, it’d become clear that I was meant to do this all along. To kill her, kill myself – rid the world of two lost souls that would only leave heartache, chaos and destruction in their wake.

Perhaps in Hell we could meet up like this again – enjoy the tortured aspects of our souls, forever doomed to repeat the mistakes and heartache we left behind.

She came over me with a scream that was part pleasure and part pain – the sound caused my flesh to prickle, my jaw to drop open in shocked delight and I drove myself in harder, welcoming the rippling grip of her muscle. Pushing my upper body down tighter against her back, I brought my lips to her ear, allowed my heated breath to brush across her skin, taking the soft flesh between my teeth and biting down hard enough to make her buck against me. My chuckle rattled my chest and she let out a satisfied sigh, her hand releasing the letter opener I knew she’d intended to use to kill me.

“I love being inside you. I love taking you and knowing that you never want me to stop.”

Her hips moved in such a way as to beg me for more – to keep me complacent – to keep me hard and pounding inside her. I laughed. She was smart – I couldn’t deny her that.

My words come out as a growled whisper – my voice broken and cracked by the rush of blood through my veins. I could fuck this girl for hours and it would never be enough. Taking her was like the first dose of a deadly drug; it fogged your mind, it numbed your body and it caused your heart to race to a point where you had to struggle to breathe. I reached beneath her, my hands finding the soft weight of her breasts and I squeezed while growing hard once again inside her. Her breaths were coming out shallow and fast as she arched her body, allowing me more skin to drag my fingers across.

“Stop teasing me, Eleni. It’s not going to save you this time.”

She stilled, her head turning slightly so that she could listen to what I had to say.

“I have a secret I want to tell you. The last nail in your coffin so you can know just what type of trash you are.”

She yelped when my hands closed tighter on her breasts – the nails of my fingers dragging over the sensitive skin, my cock hardening inside her once more.

“Do you want to know my secrets, Eleni? I promise you they will cut deeper than the blade I had you drag across your skin earlier today.”

Her lack of response pleased me. I didn’t want her to talk back, to interrupt the torture I was about to impart on her already weak mind. I’d humiliated her before, stripped her bare until she saw the whore inside her – the addiction that controlled her. I showed her that she was no better than the people that gave her life. I made her hate herself as much as she hated them.

Pulling out of her body, I smiled at the thought of fucking her while I tore her world apart. I wanted her screaming from the feel of my cock while hearing the words that would hammer in the realization that she didn’t deserve her life – not after being the perfect combination of the pathetic lives that destroyed mine.

“Tell me, Eleni …” I pushed in and she moaned, her mouth opening to release the pleasure I forced over her body. “Tell me how your parents died.” Pulling out again, I brought myself to the head, waiting for her to speak before forcing myself inside her again.