Redeeming Logan

Chapter Nine

Logan

F uck. I grunt out as my hand slides up and down my cock. Blood from the lukewarm body beside me acts as lube as my hand jerks up and down my shaft. With a loud moan that vibrates my body, tingles run up the base of my spine, making my breath catch in my throat. The euphoric feeling as I replay the look on Taliah’s face in my mind as she watched me destroy the woman next to me. The horrified look morphed into confused pleasure as she watched me slice through the woman's pussy. I thought she’d run away after that, but she just stood there staring. Crossing her legs to alleviate the pressure that I know was there.

My movements become jerky, and my breaths stutter as cum rushes out, splattering across the floor and body before me. Vision blurring from the intensity of my orgasm, I stand there trying to catch my breath. Cock still out, cum dripping from the tip, I look at the dead woman with irritation. She didn’t deserve my cum on her; she wasn’t worthy enough for it. Letting out a huff, I put my now flaccid cock away, zipping up my dress slacks, and redoing my belt.

Leaning over to the tray next to me, I grab the electric saw from it and switch it on. The buzzing sound bounces off the walls, giving me a headache. I usually love this sound, but the inconvenience of having to dispose of this body after such a fantastic orgasm makes me angry. Wasting no time, I push the saw into her chest, watching skin tissue and blood fly around me like confetti.

Separating her torso was tiring this time around. I toss the saw on the ground and it bounces along the concrete. Looking over my shoulder to make sure it’s still in one piece, I get back to work on dismembering the woman. Reaching into her chest, hearing it squelch as I look around for my consolation prize. Fingers sliding in the still warm blood as I tug the organ from her chest. Staring at the dark red mass in my hands, hoping that maybe, just maybe, I’ll get one more beat out of it. I scrutinize it and notice it's smaller than the other ones I’ve retrieved. There’s a small tear in the side as well, which makes me roll my eyes, because this woman was going to die anyway. Too bad she got the shit end of the death deal with me.

Grasping the warm muscle in my hand, I stalk over to my treasures in the corner of the room. Grabbing an empty jar, I drop the heart inside of the solution, watching as it sinks to the bottom of the jar. Water turns a light pink color as the blood swirls around with it. I admire it for a few minutes, moving the jar back and forth, watching the blood mix slowly with the other liquids.

I set the jar back on the shelf and step back, looking at my treasures. Twenty-two of them now sit there taunting me. Will Taliah be unlucky twenty-three, or will her heart be held captive by mine instead? Backing away from the shelves, I make my way over to the sink to wash up the mess all over me. Turning on the water to hot, I scrub my hands and arms until they are red. Dunking my face in the hot water, gritting my teeth when it burns, I scrub that clean as well. I strip out of my bloody clothes and toss them in the burn barrel next to the sink.

The coldness in the room makes goosebumps erupt on my naked skin, and my balls try to crawl back into my body. Walking over to the cabinet by my desk, I grab out a new dress shirt, slacks, socks, boxers, and dress shoes. I’m quickly dressing my lower half when I hear the static from the TV start up again. Grabbing my dress shirt, pushing my arms through it, I walk over to the TV to see why it’s turned on again.

Taliah stands there with the remote in her hand and a confused look on her face. Her bottom lip is being held hostage in her teeth as she chews on it. Tilting her head and shuffling from foot to foot with nerves. She opens her mouth to speak and then shuts it again. I walk closer to the screen, pressing the two-way button so she can see me. Her eyes go wide, and her mouth drops open when I appear on the screen before her. A smirk tugs at my lips as she scans my naked chest, then her eyes fly back up to my face in embarrassment.

“Hello Taliah. Can I do something for you, sweet girl?”

She takes a step back as a gasp makes its way past her lips. She wrings her hands in front of her; I can see the gears moving inside of her head as she tries to think of a response.

“I- Um. Was that all real?” She finally stutters out as a rose color flushes her cheeks. She’s staring at the floor, probably scared of what she will see in my eyes if she looks up.

“Look at me when you speak to me, Taliah.” I order and she instantly swings her eyes up to mine. I see the spark behind them. There is something inside this girl that I can’t wait to bring out. A darkness lurks in there that is crying for me. Crying to be let out. “Yes, it was all real. Everything is real. You are wide awake. But you knew that, didn’t you? Did you enjoy watching me hack that woman to pieces? Did it turn you on when I slid that knife through her pussy lips?” I watch as she presses her thighs together and her breath comes out in little pants. Her cheeks turn redder by the second, whether from embarrassment or pleasure. “Oh sweet girl, this is only the beginning. I have a feeling that you and I will have so much fun together. I see that darkness lurking below the surface, and I am going to help you let it out.”

Her eyes go wide, and her shoulders and arms drop down to her sides. I see the acknowledgement in her eyes, like I just validated her deepest feelings. I reach my hand up and press it to the screen, while my eyes drill into her. She takes a few tentative steps towards the screen, hesitates only for a moment, and then presses her hand to mine through the screen. Her eyes go glassy, and a single tear slides down her cheek. I wish I could lick it off. Taste her sorrow, anger, happiness; taste her everything. She gives me a small smile, then she shuts the TV off. Abruptly cutting off my new favorite view.