Redeeming Logan

Chapter Seventeen

Logan

“ F uck!” I scream out as I pound my fists on my closed bedroom door, leaning forward against the cool steel door. The heartbroken, look on Taliah’s face as I threw her in her room without a word about destroyed me. I almost threw my entire plan out the fucking window to hold her. Why does she have this effect on me? My heart hurts knowing that I hurt her. I’ve never felt this sensation before, and I’m not really sure if I like it or not.

Pushing off of the door, I walk to my attached bathroom and strip out of my bloody clothes, tossing them into the corner for later me to deal with. The black tiles in my bathroom reflect my dark mood as I trudge to the shower and turn on the water. Steam starts to billow out of the shower stall. I step in and stand directly under the hot water as it beats down on me, washing all of the blood down the drain. I stare at the pinky-red swirls as they pool around my feet, reminding me of the color of Taliah’s hair as the blood soaked it.

The euphoric look on her face as she watched me butcher that girl was everything I’ve ever wanted. Knowing that her darkness matches mine is what makes my obsession with her grow by the second. The sound of her moans as I licked her delectable pussy still echos in my mind. Her sweet and musty taste is still coating my tongue. I slam my fist against the black shower wall as my cock starts to rise, reacting to the images of Taliah laid out before me. Her hard nipples poking through her sweater, hair clinging to her sweaty forehead as she withered underneath me.

Gripping my cock in my hand, I stroke it roughly as I replay the look on her face as she sliced the girl's nipple right off. Her eyes lit up with delight as she watched the blood spray from her chest. When she reached that knife down to that girl's pussy, I almost couldn’t believe my eyes. My breathing picked up as I stroked my cock, erupting all over the wall with the image of Taliah cutting the girl's pussy wide open. The blood drenching her, making her look like the prettiest little monster.

Finishing up in the shower, I wrap a fluffy black towel around my waist and step back into my room. Walking up to my desk in the corner, I flick on the monitors. A bloody Taliah comes into view as she sits on the floor by her closed door, her head tilted back, eyes staring at the ceiling. The frown that sits on her face makes me angry, but the only person to be angry at is myself. “I’m sorry, little monster.” I whisper for no one to hear, but myself.