by Caz May
Sneakily this time, he licks my lips urging me to open my mouth to taste me more.
The fire is intensifying in my belly and is heading south. I need this and him so much.
Responding to his teasing gesture I open my mouth, licking his tongue and biting down on his lip.
He murmurs in pleasure, pressing his lips harder onto mine before he pulls away breathless.
“Fuck Savannah you sure know how to drive me wild."
So do you Hunter.
He'd jumps out of the Ute and is at my door before I can even think about kissing him again.
I’m kind of glad though as kissing him again with the fire burning lower in my body would not have been a good idea considering where we are.
He takes my hand to help me out and thankfully I don't stumble due to wearing more appropriate footwear. If thongs can be considered appropriate footwear that is.
Pressing a kiss to my forehead as he shuts the door behind me he points to the supermarket a few doors down the street. I grab his hand, not wanting him to leave me alone.
For some strange reason, a feeling per se, I don't want to go into the supermarket on my own, but he squeezes my hand.
“Baby, just go in. I'll meet you there. I just have to go to the farm supplies first. Ok?"
I nod. I’m ok. Nothing is going to happen. It’s Ridgehope.
~ ~
Walking into the supermarket I’m greeted by the young checkout operator. I just nod, grabbing a basket as I pass through the entry gate.
It seems stupid having a security feature like that in a small town as it doesn't seem like there would be a lot of theft.
Looking up to read the overhead signs I inhale a deep breath.
Something definitely feels off in here as that feeling of being watched is surfacing again.
I look back towards the checkouts, only to find her reading a magazine, clearly not watching me.
You're just being paranoid Savannah. Take a deep breath. It's just a supermarket. There's no one watching you.
But there is.
I stop dead. My feet are glued to the floor, the basket falling from my hands making a loud clatter as it hits the tiles. Surely I’m seeing things.
There is no way he’s here. Dante is not here standing in front of me.
He’s six hours away in Adelaide isn't he?
I literally cannot move as he’s coming towards me, a finger over his lips to say, ’shh' .
I open my mouth to scream, but no sound comes out. His arm forcefully grabs my waist, digging his fingers into my diaphragm making me gasp.
His other hand is over my mouth.
“Don’t you even fucking think about screaming Trinity,” he breathes huskily into my ear.
I cringe at him saying my name, my real name. It’s like a knife, stabbing me all over.
"You're going to calmly walk out of here with me, ok?"
I shake my head, trying to say something with his hand still pressed to my mouth.
"Ok Trinity?" he asks again driving the knife of my old name further in.
"If you don't Trinity you'll regret it." He takes his hand from my mouth. “Trinity?” The way he says my name is making me feel violently ill.
I have to say, ’no'. I can't walk out of here calmly, pretending like everything is ok.
Meekly I protest, “No, Dante, no I can't."
"Don't be a fucking bitch Trinity,” he seethes, reaching into his pocket.
In his hand he now has a knife and he presses it hard against my neck.
“If you don't play nice, and do as I fucking say I swear Trinity I will slit your fucking throat."
I’m utterly paralysed , completely speechless and absolutely terrified.
This isn't the Dante I loved; but it’s him and his threat is ringing in my head.
I have to play along or his face will be the last thing I'd ever see and even in death that would haunt me. More calmly he says, "Going to play nice now Trinity?"
“Yes, Dante. I'll do whatever you want,” I say softly as he pulls the knife back from my neck, sliding it back into his pocket.
"You look hot baby,” he says teasingly grabbing my hand.
Him calling me ‘baby’ made my insides tense up, but I have to play along.
Slowly he leads me down the aisles, clutching my hand so tight it hurts.
Walking past the checkout operator I fake a smile, as Dante drags me out the doors and around the corner.
His grip on my hand makes me wince in pain and now out of view of the Main Street he presses me up against the wall.
"I've missed you Trinity. Why'd you run off on me baby?"
I want to get it all out, to scream at him and make him feel the pain I did.
Instead I break from his grip, beating my fists against his chest in anger.
"That ain't gonna work baby. You can't resist me baby."
Yes, I damn well can.
I push him away as forcefully as I can, but trip in my thongs, stumbling to the ground and grazing my knee on the concrete.
Wincing in pain try to get up and run again but he grabs me again by the waist, again pressing me against the wall. His hands are now at my throat gripping my skin so tight it’s sure to bruise.
"You can't fucking run from me Trinity, ” he seethes at me.
Still clutching my throat he forces his lips on mine. His kiss tastes of whisky and cigarettes, and I have to stop myself from gagging.
I'd kissed him before, and even when I hated every second of it, it had never literally made me feel like vomiting or had taken my breath away in an unpleasant way.
Sensing his rising anger I force myself to respond to his kiss, biting his lips like he always loved. His grip loosens on my neck and he pulls back.
"Thats more like it Trinity."
He’s looking at me with hot lust in his eyes. I want to get far away from him and run to find Hunter, but I need to say something.
"Fuck off Dante. Leave me alone,” I try to say as menacing as I can.
"Oh baby used a swear word,” he taunts back.
I feel anger rising in my chest, pushing my palms into his chest, in an effort to push him away.
“No, Dante, just leave me the fuck alone."
"Not a fucking chance Trinity."
He’s at my throat again. I’m terrified he’s going to pull out the knife and follow through with his threat.
"You're mine Trinity."
Gasping, I respond, "No Dante I'm not. I love someone else. I'm not yours ."
“Yes, you fucking are."
“No, I'm not!"
"Seriously Trinity I told you not to do this."
His grip loosens again from around my neck, but instead he grips my hand just as tight and whispers in my ear, "If I can't have you Trinity, no one fucking can."
(31) Dante
Seriously I'd always thought Trinity was a stupid bitch but she had really confirmed it with her little stunt, thinking she could fucking run from me and I'd not find her.
I couldn't even believe she'd taken my car; that was seriously beyond moronic.
After I'd made her mine by marrying her like she fucking wanted I'd planted tracking devices in the glove boxes of both our cars. I knew her every fucking move and she had absolutely no idea.
The day after she left, stumbling out to go to work a little hungover I found she'd taken my car because hers had literally no petrol. She didn't need it, the daft bitch.
Where was she even going to go?
Well, apparently six hours away to some shit hole called Ridgehope.
God, I'd laughed so fucking hard when the tracking device signalled she stopped for an extended period of time, in a town with hope in the name.
Did she honestly think she was going to find some hope here?
What a fucking imbecile! She was always going to be hopeless and utterly fucking useless, but even so I let her have some time to think I wasn't coming after her, gave her some hope that she'd escaped from m
e.
To be honest I should have taken the car away a long time ago, when she first resisted me, but I was a fucking half-wit for not thinking of that.
She didn't even really need a car but I let her keep it as she seemed attached to it but I think she just didn't want to let go of life before me.
Now she thought she could have a life without me, with someone else. Not a fucking chance.
Seeing her with him had made my blood boil and my anger seethe.
Little does she fucking know, that now her life is fucking over.
~ ~
Whilst attempting to drag the stupid fucking bitch to the car, she has the audacity to try and get away again.
I seriously want to follow through with my earlier threat to her, right here in the middle of this fucked up little town but I’m not that foolish.
The fucking cop had seen me drive off from the fundraiser as it was.
They'd link the act back to me in a heartbeat, so instead of giving into the anger, I grab a fist of her hair as well, leaning into her so she can feel my breath and words on her face. “Don't you dare fucking run Trinity. You're never gonna run again."
She whimpers. It’s the same scared whimper she'd make when I fucked her that drove me dangerously wild.
God I fucking love her
Her whimpering intensifies and she speaks, "Dante, you're hurting me."
"Shut the fuck up, Trinity. Do you hear me?"
She mutters, 'mmm' and I can't control myself anymore, pressing my body into hers, slamming a kiss on her lips and fucking her mouth with my tongue.
She is mine, forever mine. He better not have fucking touched her more than those sickly sweet kisses he was giving her.
Pulling away from her, she grimaces.
“Didn't like that baby?"
She spits at me.
“Well, I did you feisty bitch."
God her resistance is driving me insane, Maybe I'll have to change my plans, just to have her one last time.
We finally reach the car that I'd parked around the back in a deserted carpark. Grabbing both her hands in a wrist-lock after opening the back passenger door I shove her in the backseat, kicking her delicious arse before slamming the door closed. When in the drivers seat I hold her head down.
“Stay down there, and don't make a fucking sound, Trinity,” I threaten, before gunning the engine and speeding out of the carpark.
I'd driven out of this half-arsed excuse of a town a few times in the last week trying to find the perfect place to carry out my plan.
I can't deny I've gotten off on the whole idea, but the thought of having her one last time is only fuelled by her devious resistance of me.
I gun the engine harder when she starts making noises, little whimpers and moans like she’s hurting. I couldn't care less about how much pain she’s in.
Inflicting pain on her, my little fucking bitch always feels good and turns me on so fucking much.
The scrub all around has started to get more dense, and we’re probably a good fifty kilometres away from the town, with not another town or signs of life for kilometres.
"We're here baby,” I jeer at her, opening the passenger door and forcefully flipping her body over, slamming her head against the headrest.
Stretching over her I kiss her, so damn hard.
"You gonna resist me baby?" I ask her.
She shakes her head.
“Good girl,” I tease, yanking down her shorts and lacy underwear.
God, she’s fucking beautiful.
"Do you want me Trinity?"
Biting down on her delicious lips she shakes her head. I don't give a fuck what she wants. She has no fucking choice.
"Too bad, I want you. No one else can ever have you like this, Trinity."
I fumble with my belt and fly, finally getting them to cooperate.
I push them to my knees along with my boxers. Grabbing her around the waist, gripping her arse cheeks I slam my throbbing cock into her tight body.
She flinches, gripping the carseat with her hands.
Thrusting harder into her I whisper in her ear, "You don't like me inside you baby?"
Her inviting whimper escapes her lips. She’s in pain but it makes me delirious and hot with desire for her.
I take ahold of her hands and force them above her head, slamming my body further into her.
I'll forever remember this feeling, fucking her so hard in my car before I cast her aside like the fucking garbage she is.
Her voice breaks my thoughts and I stop thrusting hard for a moment to hear her.
“Dante, please stop, please."
I scoff. "Not a fucking chance of that happening Trinity. I'm going to rip you apart."
I fucking love how innocent she looks. It reminds me of our first night together, when I'd slammed her so hard taking away her innocence that the bed was soaked red with her blood.
Uncanny it is that now she’s far from innocent but she will still bleed.
Harder and faster I thrust deeper into her, not giving a fuck about her moaning out, 'No, please stop'.
It just makes me thrust deeper and harder until I finally come undone, exploding inside her when she bites on her lip trying to hold out from screaming in pain.
Pulling my pants up I climb off her and throw her clothes at her.
"Put these on and get out of the fucking car."
She follows my direction, slipping her knickers and shorts back on and sliding out the door behind her.
I've gone around to the drivers side to unhitch the boot. The sound of it unlocking is thrilling.
She hasn't moved, except for squirming on the spot, obviously aching from my lovemaking.
Again I grab her hands in a wrist-lock and push her towards the back of the car.
Lifting the boot up I grab the jerry can of petrol and the ropes out. Putting the petrol down beside her feet I tie the rope around her hands first, forcing them behind her back.
I force her to sit on the boot frame and tie her feet together as well, pulling the knots extra tight until they’re straining against her skin causing it to redden.
"Get in."
“No, Dante, please don't do this,” she begs looking down at the jerry can.
"Don't make me fucking gag you too, Trinity."
She follows the direction I've given and lies down in the boot, curled up like a baby.
I press a soft kiss to her forehead and then to her lips before forcefully slamming the boot down, tapping it with my fist.
“Goodbye, Trinity. I hope you go to fucking hell!"
I can hear her whimpering and screaming as I walk off with the petrol can in hand.
I've opened the cap and slowly pour a thin trail from near the boot of the car out into the bush.
This will just look like an accident, and her body will be so burnt they'll never identify her.
Once the petrol is spent, I grab the matches from my pocket, revelling in the sweet hiss as I light a few, throwing them into the dry scrub.
Back at the car, I grab my wallet and the keys, even though I'll never need the keys to the shit box car again.
Locking the doors I press an ear to the boot to find she’s silent and soon she'll be forever silent.
Grabbing the petrol can I head back down the road to town a bit. The smoke is starting to drift in the air and the smell of it hitting my nostrils is thrilling.
A few kilometres up the road I flag a truck down, holding the petrol can up. He pulls over, winding down his window as I climb up the step to get in.
"Need a ride mate?"
"Yeah, I've run out of petrol down the road."
"I can take you to the petrol station in Ridgehope if you'd like."
"Yeah, maybe the motel. Might crash there for the night and hitch out tomorrow."
"No worries mate. Get in."
Great, all is going according to plan. Time to get back to Ridgehope and get the fuck out of the shit hole.
I don't say a word
to the truckie the whole way into town. He keeps looking back in his mirrors at the increasing fire and I have to try to hide the wicked grin that wants to cross my face.
“Motel," he says, bringing the truck to a sudden halt.
"Thanks mate,” I say jumping out, landing on the ground with a hard thud.
I brush the dirt from my jeans, run back to the room I’d been staying in to grab the rest of my stuff. Closing the motel door behind me I don't go to the reception.
I need to make a quick getaway now, as the fire will be taking hold of the scrub.
Quickly I drop the key in the after hours box and pulling my black hoodie over my head I head towards the bus station to buy a ticket back to Adelaide.
The only thought in my mind now is 'Burn baby, burn.’
(32) Hunter
Having finished at the farm supplies store I return to the Ute, lugging one huge bag of dog food over my shoulder whilst trying to push a trolley with some wood, paint and other related supplies to finally fix up the outside of my rundown farmhouse.
Savannah had made the inside so perfect I thought the outside could do with a lick a paint and some new boards to replace the cracked ones.
Throwing the dog food in the back of the ute I look in the window expecting to see Savannah waiting in the passenger seat.
We'd only needed a couple of items from the supermarket and I'd only been gone for about fifteen minutes.
She has to still be in the supermarket. It isn't like she could get lost in Ridgehope.
I can't help but shake the feeling that something is wrong though and that I was crazy for telling her she was safe with me, after she saw him; Him most likely being her ex-husband.
It isn't that I don't believe her but I just can't wrap my head around it.
How would he know where to find her?
With panic rising in my chest I rush to the supermarket, bypassing the security gate and racing through the checkout line instead.
