Collecting Rayne

by Havok, Rayne

  It should worry me, but the few occasions we’ve spent time together after Steven’s murder have been free of any threatening behavior. Leading me to believe I’m ok for now. Not that I don’t have more locks on my doors and windows, a top-notch security system, and a shit-ton of weapons planted around the house for protection. Because I do.

  “You don’t think he had someone on the side, do you? I mean, he was gone frequently enough to find someone else. Maybe he just left me.” Wringing my hands like any woman worried she’s not good enough to keep her man, I watch his expression as he tries to see if this alleged infidelity from Steven could work to his advantage.

  “You know, Hannah, I honestly couldn’t imagine treating you that way, if you were mine. But I wouldn’t put it past Steven.”

  I hold my eyes in place, instead of letting them roll like they so desperately need to. Not only has he implied that I’d been cheated on and abandoned, he’s said that he would never do me like that. Prince fucking Charming.

  Shyly, I say, “really,” looking doe-eyed and hopeful for reassurance—the typical strategy to get a boy to think you’re susceptible to his tactics.

  His hand takes mine and I relax so he can. “It would be impossible to find something better than you.”

  “So maybe Steven didn’t run off with someone?” Feigning hopefulness, I watch his annoyance tick inside his face. Weird how that same sentiment would not be true for my husband who obviously ran away from me. Another eye roll averted.

  “Like, I said, I can only speak for myself, and what I would and wouldn’t do if you were mine. I can’t speak for him, but he’s not here, so maybe that is speaking for him.”

  “It does feel more like he ran off. I think I could sense it if something bad had happened to him. Plus, he is too smart for that,” i.e. you are so smart getting one over on him. “He was distancing himself for a while,” i.e. I’m so fucking lonely. “I am not the same girl since that man broke in my house and raped me.” i.e. maybe that’s good for you.

  “Come here,” pulling me into his arms and pressing my head to his chest. I fight my whole body’s need for escape, rationalizing that this would be as good a time as any for me to just kill him. But then I remember what I’m actually doing and surrender to his hold. I don’t hug back, that wouldn’t be natural right now, but I do nestle my face into his chest. Giving just enough for him to latch on to, and closing the gap between us.

  I pull away, keeping my eyes down shyly, reluctance implied.

  He lifts my chin to make our eyes meet, fingers lingering near my throat. I can see the eagerness in his enlarged pupils. Fear turns my blood cold, my near nakedness becoming hazardous. I think right then that he might rape me again if I let this go on. Maybe he’d put me in the hole with Steven.

  Panic stricken; I realize now that this charade needs to move faster to remain on my terms. He doesn’t care about me getting over Steven in a timely manner. His delusions have him thinking something that is illogical and irrational, never to be understood by me. He just wants what he wants.

  Carefully, and with a bravery I’m uncertain will last, I pull him by his hand to my front door. “If I don’t get rid of you right now, I might get myself in trouble.” A smile that tells him he knows what I mean and a flirty shove gets him outside. Thankfully, he stays there.

  I can see a little flicker of bad-guy, but he walks a few feet before turning to me again, “I could keep a secret.”

  I almost slam the door.

  Ten

  I have Gavin over every night for a week, slowly building a believable attraction to him, dinners, movies. Tonight, a perfectly timed kiss that I tell him bashfully shouldn’t have happened, followed by a hasty goodbye.

  Tomorrow is the time. He’ll buy whatever I throw his way, he’s demented, and desperate enough to fall for it.

  ***

  Getting out of the bed this morning is grueling, the sun comes quicker than I want it to; I haven’t slept in days. Anticipation has me more anxious than usual. The stress of a murdering rapist right next door with his sights set on yours truly, is wearing on me. The loss of my husband hasn’t even been thoroughly grasped. I’ve had no time to decompress and deal with my life. Just this plan and all it encompasses. It’s become my life and I’m hoping I can get back to my old one very soon.

  I spend just shy of an hour in the shower, after giving Gavin some provocative exhibition time in the garden to watch me from his pervert tower. I’m hoping it gave him just enough foreplay to rile him up so he’s off his game, and not sharp enough to pick up any contradictions I may fumble today. I’m hoping all this effort will send him the right signals, and that I won’t have to spell it all out for him.

  I text his phone, and when he comes to the door in response to it, I think I may have gone overboard with the nudist show from earlier.

  The hungry, eager look on his face makes me throw out the plan of taking it slowly and enticing him into my bedroom seductively. Instead, I grab hold of him and pull his body to mine, kissing him with all the promise of a good time. It feels like he wants to devour and ravage me. He’s ready.

  Walking us toward my bedroom, removing each other’s clothes along the way. He lands heavy on my mattress after a little shove from me. Seeing him naked and hard on my bed forces a roll of nausea that I have to choke down. Climbing his body slowly until I have him under me, grinding his lap, his hardness pressing against my pussy.

  Gavin looks ready to explode in a mix of emotions and load of hot come. He reaches for me, tries to touch my bare chest, but I grab his wrists and force them over his head. Excitement at my confidence flares in his eyes and I know I won’t have anything to worry about when I reach for the restraints to wrap his wrists. He’s definitely receptive to this.

  He doesn’t react at all until the click locks his arm to the bedpost. I settle his surprise with distraction by sliding along his cock, pulling his other arm into position and latching him in while moving up and down his shaft.

  Keeping him off my true objective, I enclose my mouth around his cock and it eagerly twitches inside, swelling thicker, I taste the subtle hint of his salty eagerness as it hits my tongue.

  Sucking and slurping like I belong in porn, my theatrics making the actresses in them seem amateur. I watch his face as I take two fingers and swirl them around my tongue then, slowly drawing his dick back into my mouth, I push those fingers up his ass. His eyes go wide, but I suck harder, giving him no time to oppose. Fucking inside his ass gradually to help him get acquainted with it. I feel him responding to it all.

  I hook my fingers and fuck him, his dick deep in my throat. He moans, writhing into both areas of pleasure. Fucking his ass harder and harder while my mouth can taste him get right on the edge. Gavin gasping for breath, holding on to what dignity he can while reveling in the magic feeling I’m able to give him.

  There’s an instant where, if you’re observant enough, you can feel the subtlest shift in a man’s body, his surrender to the release.

  Instead of giving Gavin his, I abruptly break all contact with him. “Hannah, please, one more second. I’m not done.” The frantic desperation is apparent in his whining voice, sounding like I’ve just ruined his life. He’s begging me to let him have his climax. Instead, I watch as his come dribbles out of his dick anticlimactically.

  “Woah, Hannah, that was mean,” he laughs nervously, and maybe a little embarrassed, by what just happened.

  “Was it meaner than anything you’ve done?” I keep my tone light. My words don’t seem to register to him, not while he’s got all that tension in his balls.

  Climbing off the bed, I say, “You just sit back and relax. I have something far better in mind.” He watches me in a haze of equal parts confusion and hopefulness. I get the box I compiled just for this occasion, pulling out a soft scarf, I climb up him again. Giving him my nipple to suck, I moan for him while wrapping it tightly across his face.

  “Don’t worry, Gavin, I’m going to le
t you finish, I just want to play first.”

  Muffled words I don’t listen to happen behind his face covering. They stop abruptly when he feels my fingers, cool with lube, reach between his legs again.

  “Don’t be nervous, you’re going to love this.”

  His words begin to slur as he continues to try speaking, I can’t make out a single syllable. His body begins to lose the ability to hold him in position and his legs drop. When his head lulls to the side finally, I know he’s out.

  I dress quickly. Loading him onto the blanket on the floor so I can drag him into position. Tugging him through my house is easy, the wooden floors are smooth. When I get him out the backdoor the grass makes it a bit harder to maneuver him. Luckily our side gates share a connecting wall so I don’t need to make a scene. Just a bit more and I have him where I want him.

  Ass up, face down, and ready to receive my full treatment. I shove hard, and the large object enters him. I fuck him with it aggressively, tearing his insides, the lube mingling with the blood from his fissured hole.

  He’s deeply unconscious, which I regret, but I can’t have any marks of a struggle. I have to make this look real and hopefully self-inflicted. A few more minutes of ass torture and I move on to the next level. Taking the larger object, I insert it, taking my time to position it to remain inside. It’s long and the circumference is a bit hard to work with, but I manage to get it inserted, lodging it deep inside so none remains to be seen then I pull out his legs, leaving him in a prone position.

  I head inside his house, with the keys from his pocket and a pair of gloves from mine and set the scene.

  Eleven

  “Sir, hold still. Stop fighting.”

  I don’t know what happened at Hannah’s house, I’m about to have the best nut of my life—who would have thought a couple fingers in the ass would have made it so much more intense?—and the next thing I know I’m waking up hand cuffed to a hospital bed. The middle of that is gone.

  Did she fuck me into a heart-attack?

  A stroke?

  That doesn’t explain the cuffs.

  “What the fuck is going on here? Someone better start explaining shit to me. Where’s Hannah?” I can probably get some answers from her.

  A cop comes through the door abruptly telling me to keep it down.

  I try to sit up, the shackles make it impossible to move even an inch. “I just want to know what the fuck is going on. Why are there cuffs?”

  No answer from the cop because the two nurses that burst in tell me to calm down again. It seems the only words I’m going to get.

  As calmly as possible, I ask again, “What is going on here?”

  “You needed medical attention,” the doctor says.

  “Ok, what happened? Why the cuffs?” again, nice and slowly so I get a fucking answer.

  “You’re under arrest.” The cop blurts out.

  “Why?”

  “Your neighbor,” the cop starts, but I cut him off.

  “That was consensual. She asked me over.” That bitch, well, I know this isn’t going to stick. This whole thing feels excessive nonetheless.

  “Dead people can’t give consent.”

  “What the fuck?! I didn’t do anything to her, if she’s dead, that’s on her.” I’m frantically trying to both, understand the situation, and defend myself.

  “Listen, you sick fuck, you just wait until the sergeant gets here, he’ll get you all up to speed, read you your rights and whatnot.”

  I instantly hate this guy; he keeps looking at me like he’s disgusted.

  “Officer, can I have you step aside, I need to evaluate him.” The doctor steps in front of me and lifts the sheet once the officer is out of the way.

  “What the fuck? What are you doing?” I don’t even know where I’m injured but it doesn’t feel right for him to be exposing my dick to the room.

  “I’m just checking to make sure you’re not hemorrhaging again.”

  “What happened?” I’m terrified. What the fuck… hemorrhaged? I wait for him to finish, since it doesn’t seem like I’ll get an answer while he’s down there.

  “Everything looks good, you just need to stay put, no moving around, the donut is here to keep you off your butt.”

  Confusion and embarrassment swirl inside my head. “Why do I have to stay off my butt?”

  The question was for the doctor, but the cop answers. “You don’t get to play stupid, you sick fucker. You just sit there and wait.”

  “I want to know what’s wrong with me! How does this have anything to do with why I’m in handcuffs?” I just want a straight answer, and I don’t care who it comes from, so I direct the question to the whole room.

  Snidely, the cop says, “Well sir, I will say there are detectives in your backyard right now, uncovering the rest of him.”

  Him?

  Steven.

  I’m able to hide my shock, but the bewilderment in his choice of words has me compelled to ask, “What do you mean…the rest?”

  “You think you can just come into the hospital with an arm from a dead man shoved up your ass so far you need surgery to get it out, and we wouldn’t go looking for the rest of him?”

  “The arm…?” I stutter.

  “You’re actually lucky your neighbor heard you shouting from your backyard, you could have died.”

  “My neighbor?”

  Hannah.

  “She came when you were shouting, saw the bloody mess you were in. Said she thought the guy who raped her had made his way to your house. Called the cops. I was first on the scene. I got there and took you right over here to the hospital. I waited to see if you’d pull through. Then the doc here informed me that you were fucking body parts. And here we are.”

  ***

  Hannah…

  I couldn’t have gotten away with Gavin’s murder. Steven had just gone missing, assumed foul play. It would have looked like I had a hand in both. I had to come up with something else. So, the night Gavin had buried Steven, I dug a piece of him up and froze it.

  I may be sick, but if you take everything away from someone, they’ve got nothing to lose.

  The trial was quick, he took the stand in his defense and swore it was me who did all of it. The jury didn’t buy it for a second, it only seemed to make him more repugnant. I guess getting caught with an arm up your butt doesn’t win you any friends. Maybe it will in prison though, he’s got at least twenty-five years to find some.

  The end.

  Killstreme

  Wesley gets an invitation from Killstreme, a snuff production company, to star in his very own snuff film. It’s an opportunity he can’t refuse.

  one

  "Mommy, can I have just one more story?"

  "Oh, you think you need another one? My little pip squeak isn't sleepy yet?" I kiss Addi on her sweet, freshly shampooed, head. I hate to leave her; I really do, especially at night. It became a necessity after her dad left, leaving us to the wolves, it was this or let the world continue to fuck me.

  We are lucky to have my mom so close, having her here to keep Addi safe while I'm gone is more help than she will ever know. Having someone trustworthy, in a world full of creeps, and bad guys hunting for innocence, makes working possible.

  "Ok, one more, but you have to read it. Show me you're a big girl ready for school in a few months." Her eyes grow large, she is so excited to have a teacher. It makes her feel grown up.

  "Ok, I'll read. She hops off the bed, and just like always, she grabs a big book off the shelf, tonight her selection is Harry Potter. Plopping down, she flips the book open to a random page and runs her finger along the words as she speaks.

  I turn the book right-side-up, which doesn't interrupt her at all, she isn't reading anyway.

  "And then, Harry does magic. And he is so happy. And his mommy doesn't have to go to work. And he is in love. And Harry is soooo strong."

  I lie back against her head-board and try not to laugh as she excitedly builds the story in sho
rt bursts. She flips the pages quickly, and within a few minutes, we have finished the book.

  "That's quite a journey Harry took us on tonight, isn't it?" Taking the book from her lap, I replace it on the shelf and give her one more kiss, savoring her. I'll be back before she wakes, but I’ll still miss her all the same.

  "Yea, it was good. I'm gonna have good dreams now."

  “Goodnight, pip. I love you way more than you love me."

  "That's impastabowl, mommy."

  Leaving the spinning unicorn nightlight on, I close the door until there is only a crack through which I watch her settle in, and then close her eyes. Her lips turn up in a small smile as, I can only assume, she replays Harry's adventures.

  "Honey, I have everything under control," my mom starts her reassurances as I enter the room.

  I know she can tell I don't like leaving Addi, nor do I prefer these hours, but I have to make it on my own, and this is what pays. "I know mom, I appreciate you. I'll be back before you guys wake up."

  Heading for the door, I blow her a kiss and then leave as quietly as I can. I don't have enough time for another story if Addi gets out of bed tonight.

  ***

  The man brandishes a huge knife, a machete, maybe. I don't know the difference. I just know that I like what he does with it. This film is one of my favorites. She's about to get bloody.

  I reach down and tug on my dick, I know the timing perfectly, and I want to come to the masked-man fucking one of her stab wounds. It only lasts a minute before he comes, and then hacks the back of her neck, so, I need to get that sweet spot where we finish together.

  The blonde is screaming inside her mask. The only things visible are her red lips and pleading eyes, begging him to show compassion and to leave her alone. But I know he doesn't. I know everything this man does to her as if it were my own experience.