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The first blow was exquisite. I put all my strength behind it. The hardened end of my bostaff hit the relatively fragile area between his eyes with a satisfying crunch. He jerked, his eyes doing an odd combination of rolling backwards and crossing. I followed the blow immediately with another one, twirling the weapon expertly to strike him on the crown of his head with the opposite end. A crack resounded in the air and immediately he crumpled to the floor, dead. He wasn't one of the bigger players in the group anyway.

The one next to him screamed as he scrambled backwards, which resulted in him slipping on Chris's blood. Falling heavily to the floor next to his shrieking friend, he screamed again when Sophia smiled at him. Turning over onto all fours, still slipping on the blood, he somehow managed to scramble up the stairs as if his ass was on fire.

The other one, however, wanted to prolong the experience. He was a football player, I believe, with cockiness to match. With confidence that could only come from an alcohol fueled college kid, he lunged for me as if he was on the field.

I sidestepped the tackle easily, punching the arch of his back, playing on his own momentum, causing him to fall to the floor on his chest. His scramble to right himself was comical. On all fours, he somehow reminded me of a crab. I couldn't resist the kick to his backside when it presented itself, making him topple flat on his face. Then, with a single step, I put my foot on his ribcage, my heel on his spine, pressing him to the ground. He hit the ground with an oomph. A sack of potatoes. What can I say? I couldn't resist pressing harder.

This was a difficult position for him, to say the least. As I pressed my weight on him, his breathing became more and more strained. He couldn't grab me, and he couldn't shake my weight. He was suffocating. Like a bug under my foot, he was dying. Though his friend was screaming only a few yards from me, everything silent as I stared at him, straining, his face purpling. His mouth gaped open like a fish, as if he could get more air that way. Limbs getting weaker, his struggles became less and less. I pressed more weight on him, until his chest nearly carried it fully. It was so fascinating. Almost as if I could feel his heartbeat slow. Strange feeling, suffocating someone.

Just like you suffocated Mikey.

The thought was like a slap in the face. For a second, I staggered back, blinking hard, suddenly keenly aware of Sophia's victim screaming, of the man upstairs yelling, pounding on the storm windows, of the man below me gasping and rasping.

Mikey flailed as I squeezed his throat.

I was stunned. Why did I even think of that? Of him? I had left them. I couldn't think of them now. I had something to do.

Refocus.

Don't think about it.

His nails scraped the floor as he struggled.

Damnit.

All of a sudden it was too much noise. The fact that there was absolutely no one around to hear it didn't matter. It was way too much. A regular cacophony. Too loud. Yes, I can think of that. My eyes surveyed the room, even as the punk wheezed and whimpered on the floor at my feet. My gaze zeroed in on Sophia. She was laughing as she finished his toes. The floor by Chris's head was wet with his own tears, snot and drool as he cried into it. Suddenly I could feel the anger rise. I wouldn't even be in this position if she would've just listened to my instructions. Yes, we were going to have fun with them, but this wasn't what I had planned. Then again, Sophia kind of set her own plan in motion.

My arm tightened around his throat, cutting off the circulation.

Yep.

Definetly too much damn fucking noise.

Sophia's victim was the loudest. Shut him up first.

Turning on my heel, aware that my other victim was staggering up the stairs to join his comrade, gasping with what was likely several broken ribs, I approached Sophia and withdrew the knife. She smiled as she saw me. She was done with his feet and had started on his hands. Her smile started to wane when I grabbed him and started to flip him over.

She grabbed my arm. "Wait! I'm not done!"

I fixed her with a look that darkened her face. "It's too much noise." I said even as I slid the knife into his abdomen, right below the belly button. I looked down at him as the screaming abruptly stopped in his own shock. Eyes bugged, mouth gaping open, he reminded me of his fishy friend. His image started to replace the one currently scored into my brain. It was wonderful. I let out a soft sigh. "You should have waited." I finished as I slid the blade upwards. His entrails spilled out on the plastic, steaming hotly in the cool night air. I could only glance at them. Though it still caused an upbeat in my pulse, it didn't have the same effect that it normally did. It was disappointing.

Sophia made a noise, shifting beside me. I looked at her. She was staring daggers at the entrails. Something in me wilted slightly. She was upset. It felt wrong, somehow. My stomach did an odd little flip. Why did I do this?

The man croaked, slowly moving his head down, eyes somehow widening even more as he saw the sickly wet pile next to him. His throat worked. He was about to scream again.

My anger spiked again. Enough of that shit.

Yanking the knife out, I sliced it across his throat, severing the carotid arteries.

Strange, how it looks when someone bleeds out so rapidly. You can visibly see the life go out of them, like a balloon deflating. The light faded from his eyes as his head flopped onto the floor, the wide pool of crimson slowing as his heart stopped pumping it out. I waited for the surge, for the familiar flood of hormone-laced bodily chemicals. It came, but not like I expected. It was muted, somehow.

Sophia immediately surged to her feet, wirecutters clutched in her hand, her face twisted in anger. "What the fuck Don! He was mine!"

I looked back at her. My own anger still surged strongly within me, though it wasn't at the level it was before. Not smart, I know. But at this point, I was groping for some sort of emotional high, anything. "We set guidelines! Rules! You were supposed to wait!"

For a brief second we just stared at each other. Tense. Uneasy. Had I ever challenged her like that before? I did stop her from killing the girl in the hotel, the one who was trafficked for sex. But this felt different somehow. Our eyes remained locked. Her face darkened slightly. Suddenly I felt more agitated. It wasn't the noise of the guys upstairs still pointlessly trying to break the storm windows. It was her. Her eyes. Her energy.

I felt my own resolve wilting. I didn't want to challenge her. Why was I even doing it? She's the one that helped me with my new life. The key to the new thing that I sought. I wanted it. Needed it.

Maybe I was out of line. Too harsh, or too strict.

Or it could've been that goddamned flashback.

I winced. Was that it? I didn't understand. I wiped my hands of them, didn't I? Sophia had said that it was the right thing to do. If that's true, then why do I feel like this?

She must've sensed something of what was going on in my brain. Something in her face changed and she smiled in a way that was both incredibly sexy and dangerous. My stomach twisted, my heart sped up slightly. It was there. That thing I sought. With her here, it was within reach. I grew more excited. Grabbing my shoulder she pulled me into a hug, one that I returned almost instantly, pressing the length of her body against me. I inhaled deeply. She smelled wild and exotic, like blood and spices. My brain felt slightly heady. Why the hell did I ever doubt? "Don't worry, Don." She said against my neck, her breath dancing across my skin. "I forgive you." She licked a drop of blood that had beaded on the front of my neck, right on my pulse. I shivered. Nipping at the skin with her teeth, she pulled away and looked me in the eyes. Her own eyes were wild. Glowing with the excitement of everything. She laughed slightly. It sounded like bells. Jerking her head over to the staircase, she gave me a feral smile. "Let's go get those poor defenseless rapists."

Stepping back slightly, she turned and headed up the stairs, not even looking back, supremely confident that I would follow her.

And I did.

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It was a good, bloody time. Maybe what I was missing was Sophia's involvement. Made sense, this was always better with her around. Perhaps I wasn't thinking properly about it.

The one that had initially wanted to tackle me, apparently I had literally squished all the fight resolve out of him. Just because he wanted to do something in the first place, we started on him first. Using some 5-50 chord, Sophia bound him even as his so-called 'friend' cowered in the corner, sobbing into his hands, not doing a thing to help him.

I had previously told Sophia that this guy was the ringleader of sorts, so I wasn't surprised when the first thing she wanted to cut off was located in his pants. I helped her undo his belt, but looked away when she grabbed it, knife in hand.

Maybe it was a male thing.

Prepared with a towel stuffed into his mouth, his muffled screams were much more satisfying than the piercing ones from his friend. Maybe I was just more accustomed to them. I held him down as he bucked and sobbed. His friend in the corner started to rock in place screaming into his arms as he blocked out the scene.

Wincing at the noise, I jerked my head towards him. Sophia smiled and nodded.

He was so preoccupied at his own terror, he didn't even know we were coming. He flailed as we dragged him from his spot, but it was uncoordinated and weak. He was bound easily.

I went to a strange place as I watched her yank off the shoes. For the first time I wondered why she liked doing that. It couldn't be just for torture's sake. Did something happen to her? Either way, I just watched as she put the wirecutters to the first toe, slicing through tender flesh and then the thick sound of it going through the bone. Holding him down as he screamed, the sound muffled by the other towel, she continued.

I could feel my own excitement rising once again, but it was hampered somehow. Maybe it was because of what happened downstairs. Either way, I was eager to get it back. I didn't want any complications in what I had chosen. I didn't want to look down that type of path. So I stared intently as she worked on the digits, feeling a kick in my own system as she worked through them, tiny spurts of arterial blood arching slightly in the air, feeling the man's pain and terror, the energy reverberating through his body with exquisite intensity. Taking a deep breath, I let it out with a hiss, a smile hitching on my mouth. Yes, the high was definetly returning. I was glad. I needed it. Even if, for some reason, it didn't reach quite the peak that it did before.

She made a sound of her own frustration when he passed out. Maybe from the pain or fear. Either way, it really ruined the fun.

Then I had an idea. Smiling, I pointed to the ringleader, who was lying in a fetal position on his side, sobbing as the blood continued to flow from where his penis once was. His eyes were locked on us, a terrified expression on his face.

Turning the passed out man onto his back, I gutted him like a fish. Burying the knife to the hilt, I hit the pulsing artery that ran along the inside of the spine. Hot arterial blood spurted as I opened his gut. His intestines spilled out, flopping onto the floor on either side. My eyes locked on the ringleader, I pulled out more.

Retching, he puked, hot, acrid vomit spilling across the floor.

He didn't even notice Sophia by his feet. As soon as he felt her grasp at his shoes, he suddenly kicked, striking her in her solar plexus. With a grunt, she went back.

I was on him in an instant.

My hands, sticky wet with his friend's blood, encircled his throat. His eyes bugged, his tongue sticking out slightly. Jerking his arms, fighting uselessly against the bindings on his wrists, he writhed under me.

I could feel Sophia beside me. Could see her smile, the predatory look in her eyes. But something didn't feel right. I could feel my hands loosen on the skin around his throat. He gaped and gasped.

I couldn't do this.

Maybe I just wasn't a strangler.

Or maybe it was something else.

Either way, the knife flashed in my hand. I looked down to find it quivering in his chest, buried to the hilt between his ribs. His face was awash with shock, his eyes staring down into the distance and his mouth forming a big 'O.' The light left his eyes and he relaxed on the floor.

I looked at Sophia beside me. Somehow I couldn't read her face, but I could tell that she wasn't pleased. I hesitated to speak. Why should I even care? So much about this was about me not belonging to anyone, right? I belong to myself.

Yet I felt my head fall down slightly, my shoulders slump a little. The surging adrenaline in my system seemed to calm slightly.

This wasn't what I had expected.

In an instant she was on me. Her body nearly collided with mine. Caught unawares, I twisted to face her even as she knocked me off of him. Was my body defensive? Did I really think that she was attacking?

No. Of course not. She would never do that.

Sure enough, she straddled me, a feral smile spreading on her lips. "You rushed it a little bit, in certain areas, but you did good." Before I could respond she leaned down, kissing me full on my lips. I moaned into her mouth, a trembling heat cascading over me, pooling in my pelvis. She shifted, and abruptly I realized that she was working out of her pants. My heart skipped.

I was lying in between two dead bodies, was this the best time?

Then her hand trailed down to my pelvis, stroking that special, sensitive area and all thoughts of such completely dissolved. Of course this was right. It was perfect. I jerked slightly, gripping her tighter to my chest, never breaking the kiss. Not holding back, I released myself as soon as she applied the slightest pressure. I didn't get a chance for a second thought. In an instant, she grabbed me, adjusted herself over me, and then before I knew it I was in her.

Crying out I trailed my hands down, gripping her buttocks, helping her with the rhythm. Heightening it. Making it more.

She smiled, her hand cupping my cheek even as I arched, my shell doing a strange rocking on the floor, which seemed to help things. "Say you'll stay with me." She whispered hoarsely.

I groaned, the sound slowly morphing into a deep churr. "I'll stay with you." I grunted. How could I not? This was perfect. She was perfect.

She leaned onto me, her breasts brushing against my chest through her shirt. I grabbed at one, grunting. "Say that you're mine."

Of course. What else could I be? "I'm yours." I cried out.

Leaning forward more, lying on top of me as I surged within her, she whispered in my ear, her lips brushing against my skin. "Forget them."

I couldn't say anything at first, I couldn't make my fingers form the words. Then I felt myself nearing that point. My pace became more rapid, more intense. Crying out as flesh pounded together, she said it again. "Forget them!"

At that moment I came. I knew that I would wonder exactly what I was answering, but either way I could see her smile when I surged one last time. "Yes!" Feeling languid, I dug my fingers into her hair, reveling in the feel of the silky strands between my wide, rough fingers. How could I possibly think anything else other than this moment right here, right now? How could I possibly question anything else? I was truly blind. She was here. She was all that I needed.

"Yes."

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