“I need your help.” The desperation in my voice wasn’t something I was proud of. A muffled moan came from behind me and I covered the phone with my hand. “Shhh!”
“Piper? What’s going on?”
“Uuummm. I did something I shouldn’t have.” Bringing my thumb up to my mouth, I began to chew on the corner of my nail, squinting in anticipation to his reaction.
“What did you do?” There was a rustling sound followed by a door opening and closing.
“I’m sorry,” I blurted. “I know you said to be patient, but I couldn’t help it.”
His sigh was long and drawn out. “I’ll be over in five. Don’t. Do. Anything.” The phone went silent and I was left pacing the length of my bedroom while I waited for Mark. Running Man, as I’d so aptly named him, was curled in a twisted foetal position on my bed, his arms still tied to the headboard, but his legs pulled up to his chest. The pool of blood surrounding him seemed to grow larger with every second, and his skin had taken on a grey tinge.
I hadn’t meant for it to go this way. I thought it would be easy, like last night, but it turned out to be a whole different ballgame. I’d taken a chance, licking the blood from his lips, quietly suggesting that I could make him feel better if we moved to my bedroom. It hadn’t taken much to convince him to let me tie him up; the promise of a blow job with no strings attached. That was where it all went wrong.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered for the tenth time. His lips moved around the balled-up rag I’d shoved in his mouth, but no sound came out. Sweat covered his face and body, and the monster inside of me wanted to lick it off. Would it taste as sweet as his blood had in my mouth?
A pounding on the door had my heart leaping into my throat. “Piper?” It was Mark, and he sounded worried. I scurried down the hall, sweeping my hair back and off my face. I’d barely unlocked the door before he barged through. “Where is he?” he asked, his eyes searching behind me.
I hooked my thumb over my shoulder. “Down there.”
He stalked towards my room, his brow furrowed. I held back, not sure if I should follow. When he reached the door, he turned to face me. “You coming?”
“Mmhmm.” I tucked my head into my chest and scampered down the hall. Squeezing between him and the door, I peered up at him, trying to gauge how angry he was. “I—”
He held his hand up to silence me. “Not now.” Reaching over my head, he pushed and the door swung open, revealing the mess I’d made. “Shit, Piper,” he hissed. “What did you do?”
Running Man’s eyes were wide, his pupils dilated and the whites turning yellow. His body shook with pain, or perhaps fear at what was coming next. As we stepped into the room, he tried to push back further against the headboard, but there was nowhere else he could go. His eyes flitted back and forth between me and Mark, his breath coming out in short, sharp pants. It didn’t look good, I knew that.
“He was bleeding.” I lifted my hand to my lips in explanation. “We collided.” Mark quirked an eyebrow, as if he didn’t believe me. “I only wanted a taste. It just took over me… the need. I thought I could recreate what we did last night.”
“What we did last night? You mean you tried to bite his dick off?” He smirked, raking a hand through his hair. “I have to say, I’m a little impressed.”
“I’m glad someone is. He clearly isn’t.” I waved my hand at Running Man. “I didn’t mean to cause him so much pain. I mean, I knew it would hurt, obviously, but I thought he’d go into shock like last time, but he didn’t. And, well… you’d better have a look.”
“I can already guess. It wasn’t a clean cut, was it?”
“No.” I shook my head, inching closer to the bed. “I tried to fix it, but he’s too strong. I didn’t tie his legs up…”
“Amateur. Now do you understand why I asked you to wait?” He grabbed Running Man’s ankles and gave a yank, stretching his legs to the end of the bed. “Get me something to tie him with.” His muscles rippled with the effort it took to hold the bucking man down. Even with all his blood loss, he was still fighting to the very end, clinging onto the hope that he could make it.
With my robe sash and a belt holding Running Man’s ankles in place, Mark inspected my butchering. “I couldn’t get all the way through.”
“I can see that.” He lifted the almost severed end of Running Man’s cock with his finger. “What about this?” He pointed at the small slashes around his pelvis.
“Like I said, I tried to fix it, but he kept moving.”
“This isn’t how I like to do things, Piper.” He pulled a blade from his back pocket. “There’s a reason I do it the way that I do. I’m trying to teach you.” With a flick of his wrist, the blade pierced Running Man’s throat, slicing all the way across in one clean sweep. His eyes widened briefly while bubbles of blood sputtered out around the rag in his mouth, and a steady stream of red poured from his throat. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the gruesome scene. It was unnerving how acclimatised I’d become already. “We’ll have to wait until the cover of dark before we move him.”
“Move him?”
“Yes. You’re not set up here. We’ll have to take him back to my place and finish it properly.” My stomach tied in knots at the thought of carrying a body out of the house where anyone could see us. I didn’t like it.
“I thought, maybe, I could just keep him here.” I toyed with the rough edge of my nail, not wanting to meet his eyes.
“You think you can eat someone twice your size before he starts to decompose? Don’t be so silly.” He started untying the bonds that held Running Man down, clearly dismissing me. I’d asked him for help, not to be treated like a child. A burning need to show him I wasn’t as useless as he thought, began to bubble up inside. From this night on, I would do this on my own. I wouldn’t ask him for his help again.