Redeeming Logan

Chapter Twenty-Three

Logan

T aliah is playing with fire, and begging to get burned. She doesn’t realize how bad of a person I truly am. I’ve shown her time and time again how fucked up I am, but she keeps crawling back like a lost puppy. She deserves so much more. Her darkness begs to play with mine, but she’s only a light shade of gray compared to my obsidian black. I thought leaving her alone would make her resent me or she’d just get bored, but that was not the case. She taunted me, lured me out to play, and that irritates the fuck out of me. Taliah beat me at my own game, but I think it’s time to show her who the master of this game really is. If she wants me, then she gets every fucked up, deranged part that comes along with it.

The rage and arousal I felt when I watched her take that razor to her skin was immense. I fear she has forgotten the part about how her body is mine. No one can hurt her but me, not even herself. If she wanted pain, then she should have said so to begin with. I didn’t realize my Little Monster was such a masochist, but honestly, I don’t even think she knows what that word means. When I stormed into her room, the look of sadness in her eyes morphed into lust almost instantly. Her eyes were pleading for me before her voice even had to say anything. I indulged her that evening, took the blade to her skin, and sliced through her in more ways than one. But now that I’ve had time to process everything, the anger I feel towards her for hurting herself is about to burst at the seams. I think it’s time to show my Little Monster who truly owns her.

A few hours ago, I left Taliah to her own devices in her room so I could scrounge her up some food. Returning with a simple turkey sandwich, chips, and orange juice. Poor girl scarfed that food down so quickly that the anger inside me rose to the surface even more with her disobedience to not eat the last few days. By the time she finished the last drop of orange juice, her eyelids were already growing heavy, and her speech was slurring from the sedative I slipped into it. I watched as she stumbled to the bed, doing her best to give me her worst glare, because she knew what I had done to her. Mumbling unintelligible words, cursing me, as I scooped her up and tossed her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Humming to myself, I made my way to my workshop down the hall from her room.

Gently setting her limp body down on the medical chair, I step back and admire her perfection. Her silky blonde hair covering her face, strands lifting as her soft breaths slip from her pink pillowy lips. Snatching the medical scissors from the tray next to her, I get to work snipping her nightdress off of her, revealing her milky skin beneath it. Milky skin that is decorated in cuts and bruises from the last few days activities. Memories of her body writhing beneath me make my heart beat faster with anticipation. Once the last scrap of fabric hits the concrete floor, I strap her wrists and ankles to the table. Walking towards my desk, I grab the chair and wheel it towards Taliah so that I’m the first thing she sees when she opens those pretty eyes. When I’m done with her, she will know exactly what type of darkness lurks below my skin, and I can only hope that she welcomes it with open arms.

I see the moment the drugs start to wear off and Taliah’s body comes alive. First it starts with the twitch of her fingers, and her breathing escalating. Her eyes moving rapidly below her lids like she’s searching for something, someone. The flutter of her lashes entrances me as her eyes slowly peek open, connecting with mine. Her green orbs flashed with anger and desire. We stare at each other, waiting for the other one to break the silence. She really is a stubborn little thing. Pushing up from the rolling chair, striding to her side and leaning down towards her face so she won’t miss hearing what I have to say. Our noses are millimeters apart, just one small tilt of my head and our lips could collide.

“Hello, Taliah, welcome to the land of the living. It’s so nice of you to join me after your little nap.” Letting out a chuckle as she lunges forward, moving at the last second before her teeth collide with the flesh of my bottom lip. “Now now, there’s no need to be so hostile. You brought this all on yourself, pretty girl, touching what was mine. What did I tell you? I believe I said it would end in a punishment, did I not?” I finish off by leaning towards her and running my tongue up her neck, tasting her salty, sweet skin, drawing a gasp from her mouth. “You’re so innocent, but you want so badly to play in the darkness. It’s rather cute to watch, and today I think that I will satisfy that little craving that you seem to have. Let’s see if you will break just like everyone else.” The last sentence sends Taliah into a rage. Spewing hateful words from her pretty lips in an attempt to wound me.

“Fuck you, Logan! I gave you what you wanted, and this is how you repay me? I won’t break for you, ever. You can beat me, cut me, and fuck me, and I’ll still be here waiting for you.” Her venom laced words hit me in the chest, rocking my heart back and forth, threatening to rip it out of its cage of bones. Of all the people I’ve tortured in this chair, they have never stood up to me like that. Always screaming helpless pleas for mercy. But not Taliah; she eggs me on and taunts me like a zookeeper with a piece of meat for a lion.

“I guess we’ll see about that then, huh?” Whispering as I step away from the chair, and heading for my cabinet of horrors. Throwing the doors open, I eye several instruments, mulling over my choices. I don’t plan on killing her—far from it. I set my eyes on a device I haven’t used before, snatching it out of the cabinet along with a knife. Returning to Taliah’s side, I set the new device on the tray next to her, watching her eyes with confusion. Grasping the knife in my hand, I start to trail it up and down her leg, eyeing the goose bumps that erupt all over her skin.

She watches my hand as I continue down her leg with the knife, mesmerized by the shiny steel. Trailing back up her leg, I stop on the inside of her thigh, nicking her soft skin, forcing a breathy moan from her mouth. We both watch the blood seep out of the wound, running down her thigh to the leather of the chair beneath. Swinging my eyes up, they collide with hers, the fire in them threatening to explode outward. “Let’s begin, shall we?”