Redeeming Logan

Chapter Nineteen

Taliah

I t’s been three days since I saw Logan last. He hasn’t even been delivering my meals, making Mr. Pickett deliver them to me through the small slot in my door. Three times a day he pounds on my door and shoves the food through, not even caring if I’m there to catch it or not. I learned that the first day he did it, the sandwich tumbling to the floor and the glass of water spilling all over the carpet. From then on, I make sure to run and catch the food as he tosses it in.

It’s been too quiet. I usually like the quiet, but not here. I’ve been spending way too much time with my thoughts and it’s been taking a toll on me. I turn the TV on several times a day, hoping I can catch a glimpse of Logan, but it’s been static for days. I’ve never been depressed before, but lately I’ve been feeling so empty. Numb. Needing something, or someone. My skin itches to be touched by his rough hands; whether it's painful or loving, I don’t care. I’m tired of being ignored. Tired of being cooped up in this room like a scolded child. I huff getting up from my bed and walking into the bathroom. I need to make him notice me again. I ruffle through the cabinets under the sink, only finding miscellaneous makeup items and hair ties. Slamming the last drawer closed, I fall back onto my butt on the floor, kicking the vanity with my heel in frustration. Then I hear it. A little tinkle of a sound as something falls inside of the vanity. I rip the drawers out of their spots, stacking them on top of each other on the floor. Peering down into the dark depths of the opening, I see a small silver rectangle reflecting the little light that has been let in from the bathroom.

Reaching my hand down and grabbing it out of the dusty depths of the cabinet, I pull it out and let in a sharp breath as it knicks my finger. Holding up the small razor blade under the light, watching it reflect the light back at me, with a drop of blood dripping from the tip where it knicked my finger. Putting my cut finger into my mouth, I suck the blood off, relishing the metallic taste as it covers my tongue. A smile spreads over my face as the best idea I’ve ever had comes to me. If Logan won’t willingly come to me, then I’ll just have to give him a reason to do it.

Exiting the bathroom I head over to my bed. Laying the razor blade on the bedside table as I tug my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor. My leggings and underwear are next; all of my clothes lay in a pile at the side of my bed. Climbing into the bed, I position myself upon the pillows directly in the middle. In perfect view of the TV on the wall in front of the bed. Grabbing the razor blade and remote from the bedside table, I turn the TV on being met with static again. Tossing the remote onto the comforter next to me, I grip the blade in my hand and take a deep breath, praying to anyone who will listen that this works. I drag the blade down my arm, hissing as it slices through my skin like butter, leaving a trail of blood bubbling up from the surface. I do the same to my other arm, watching as it slowly flows from the cut I made. I didn’t go deep enough to bleed out; killing myself is not the goal here.

Peeking up at the TV, it still shows the static. I turn up the volume, drowning out the silence in the room with the sound of the static. Dragging the blade over my stomach, letting out a gasp when the blood seeps out from the cut, and smiling as I watch it flow over the side and drip onto the white comforter below me. I make a few more cuts onto my stomach, getting nervous that my plan isn’t going to work, before I call it quits, the static emanating in the room ends.

Jerking my head up, I see Logan’s face staring at my naked body from the screen. Looking him in the eyes, I slide the sharp blade down my right thigh, letting out a low moan as I go. His eyes are now focused on the blood falling from the cut on my leg, I run my fingers through the blood, gliding against my skin effortlessly as I grab my breast, kneading it in my palm. Making another cut on my hip, I hear him growl through the TV.

“What are you doing, Taliah?” He says in that deep voice, silky and smooth. I don’t answer him. Just smile and keep my eyes on his as I drag the blade over the top of my left breast, deeper than the rest, moaning at the stinging feeling. “Does it feel good? The feeling of the blade slicing through your skin like silk?” The sound of his voice makes wetness pool between my legs, as I slide them together to try to relieve the tingling sensation there. Dragging the blade across my pelvis, the sensation making my back arch off the bed as the warm blood flows down to my pussy. “That’s a good girl, Taliah.” Logan growls before the TV goes blank, leaving static to echo through the room again.

A frown spreads across my face as my heart drops, leaving my hands trembling with the rejection of him leaving. My body is shaking in the cool air as tears start to pool in my eyes. Before a tear can fall, the door to my room opens, slamming against the wall to my room. Logan enters, kicking the door closed behind him. His long legs are eating up the space between us as he stands beside the bed, looking down at me with a fire in his eyes. He leans over my body, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV before he grabs the razor from my trembling hand. Holding it up in front of him, he brings it to his mouth, his tongue slipping out and licking the blade, my blood covering his bottom lip. He lets out a low groan at the taste of me, before climbing onto the bed next to me.

Looking at me, he takes the blade and positions it above my left thigh, waiting for me to say something. I nod my head, giving him permission to continue, but he shakes his head like that’s not what he wants. “Do it, please, Logan.” I whisper. Before the last word leaves my lips, he brings the sharp edge down across my thigh. Eliciting a moan from my lips as he drags it deeper, warm blood flowing from the cut. His fingers slide through it, painting my untouched skin with the deep red color. Logan reaches up and sucks my blood from his fingers. The act is so vile and depraved it makes more wetness pool between my thighs.

Logan drags the blade under my left breast, making me arch my back up towards the ceiling, his hand gripping my breast, and tweaking the nipple roughly. “I tried to stay away from you.” He mutters as he tugs on my nipple, making a gasp float from my lips. He brings the blade to my left hip and runs it across it, making me shiver with need. “But you don’t want me to stay away, do you, Taliah?” I shake my head roughly as he makes another cut on my stomach. He reaches up with his bloody hand, gripping my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Tell me, Little Monster, tell me what’s floating through that pretty head of yours.”

“I want you, Logan. I need you. I’m so numb without you. Make me bleed. Hurt me. Destroy me. Whatever you want, just keep me. Let me be your perfect little monster.” I let out in a rush as tears pool in my eyes. My stomach rolls again with fear as I wait for him to say something. But he doesn’t say anything. He grips my chin so tight I think it may crack, and then it’s like what I said to him finally clicks in his brain. He leans down and slams his mouth against mine. Capturing my lips under his in a harsh kiss full of tongue and teeth. He climbs over top of me, his hard body smashing mine into the bed as he steals my breath away. The feel of his rough clothes irritating the cuts littering my body. His knee comes up between my thighs, spreading them apart. I roll my hips over his thigh, seeking friction, and he chuckles.

“Is my little monster needy?” He looks down, seeing the wet spot bloom over his thigh. Looking at my pussy lips shining under the lights of the room, mixed with blood and arousal. “Look at that pretty pussy, all wet and ready for me.” He kisses me roughly before crawling down my body, spreading my thighs apart, and positioning his body between them. “Do you remember what I told you the last time I had you spread out for me?” A breathy gasp leaves my lips as he stares me down with fire in his eyes. “I’m going to fuck this pretty little pussy tonight, Taliah.” He says with a possessive growl.