Kisses and Lies

One hand goes to reach for him. He looks at it when I cling to his shirt. Stepping forward so my hands are now both on his chest, I look up at him and he’s watching me with intent.

“I’m working,” is all he says.

“I can watch you work.”

Marcus’ head drops to the side. “You think that’s smart? I work in there.” His head nods to the side, indicating the crematorium. A shiver runs through me from the last time I was in there and what I saw.

“I want to watch you work.”

Marcus leans down until his lips almost touch mine. “Would you like me to fuck you on the table too, with a cold, dead body touching yours?” His breath is hot and it sends shivers all over me. “Would that turn you on?”

It doesn’t, not at all. But he does. So, I think it’s best I don’t answer his question.

“I want to watch you,” I breathe, as my eyes stare at his lips, waiting in anticipation for them to touch mine.

They never do.

Marcus pulls away, the distance between us is not something I’m fond of. My fingers twitch with an urge to pull him back down to me.

Marcus cocks his head to the side. “Maybe this will keep you away.” He starts walking, and my feet step one in front of the other as they follow him back inside the crematorium.

It’s dark when we enter. He touches the switch, and once everything is illuminated, I can see everything. There’s a dead body covered by a white sheet in the room that he walks into. He holds the door open for me and waits for me to cross the threshold. My hands start sweating and I wonder if I should turn and run. It would probably be the smart thing to do.

Marcus is not what I usually go for in a man. I prefer a man who likes to talk. Usually the beach boy look, with tanned skin, blue eyes, and blond hair.

Marcus is the exact opposite of everything I am normally attracted to. Maybe that’s why I’m so captivated by him, or maybe I have issues? I haven’t quite worked that one out yet. But right now, the draw I have to this man is undeniable.

Irrefutable.

Unequivocal.

I just want a taste.

But Marcus keeps leaving me at every turn.

“Pretty girl?” he questions.

My heels click on the white marble floor as I follow him. He shuts the door behind me, locking us in, and walks over to the dead body.

I watch as he puts on an apron, followed by a face mask which is clear as well as gloves. And then there’s a gasp so loud that I don’t think it comes from me, but I’m sure it does, when he looks up at me with a saw in his hand.

“You can still run, pretty girl.” Marcus is giving me my out.

I should run, but like I said before, there’s something about Marcus I just can’t seem to walk away from.

And for me to run, that would be weak. I don’t consider myself weak. And I want what I want, and what I want is him. So, here I stand, in a place I never want to be, all because I want the man attached to the saw.

Marcus watches me, saw in hand and a smile tilting on his lips, and I cement myself to the spot.

“I’m glad it’s not white you’re wearing.”

And then he does the unthinkable—he starts cutting off the man’s hand. The minute I hear the saw slicing through flesh, I have to turn away. But the sound—fuck, I can still hear the sound.

It’s a sound like I’ve never experienced in my life. To describe the sound of flesh being torn apart, then the crack when it hits the bone, well, I have no words. I cringe and wish I had run, wish I was not a brave girl today, and didn’t want what I want.

My hands cover my ears, and I silently scream for that noise to stop. Turning, going toward the door, I reach for the handle but it’s locked. The sound penetrates my ears, and this time I do scream, but he doesn’t stop. Not even when I lean against the white door screaming a little bit louder to rid my ears of that sound. My screams intensify and drown out the sound of the flesh tearing apart.

When my throat becomes dry, I look back up.

Marcus has his mask off and a smile is playing on his lips. “I warned you, pretty girl.”

“Unlock the door,” I say, with more strength than I thought I could manage right at this moment.

“Don’t you want to fuck now, pretty girl?”

My head starts shaking. “No. Open the damn door.”

He smiles as if he’s won this round, and he did. I knew he was unlike anyone I have ever met. But this? This I do not understand.