Illicit

She felt the burst of his seed as it exploded inside her, but nothing else. She had grown numb about the third time he’d thrust into her unwilling body.

The body next to her was rolled and tossed with the violent movements of the monster atop her, as he cried out his release. She never felt the blade as it sliced into her neck severing her head from her body.

The day was hot and humid. Hunkered down as she was in the backseat of the old beat up truck, tucked under a blanket, she sweltered and itched but dared not move for fear of what might happen next.

She’d learned as the days went by not to do anything other than what she was told.

Her body bore the bruises from her few bouts of rebellion. She had no tears left to cry.

So instead she listened to the sound of the wheels as they rolled over the pavement outside.

She hadn’t seen anything of the outside world in days, not since she’d been dragged from her bed and tossed to the floor.

Coming out of a deep sleep she’d barely had enough time to open her mouth to scream, before she’d been backhanded to the floor.

The man had dragged her across the room by her hair, across the hall and into her nana’s room, where her true nightmare began.

All remnants of sleep had fled as she’d taken in the scene before her. What had once been her nana resembled a bloody mess of rags and spread thighs with blood smeared on them.

But the horror didn’t end there it had only just begun, as she saw her grandmother’s sightless eyes looking back at her from beneath the bed.

She’d started screaming then and hadn’t stopped, not until the punch in her stomach had winded her and the knife at her throat had threatened.

Throughout it all she wondered why he hadn’t come, she’d called to him from her silent place inside, but there was no answer.

She was too young to understand all that had passed, too innocent to grasp the horror that had become her world.

The fear threatened to choke her young body, as she felt silent tears roll down her face.

The sense of terror was equaled only to the sense of abandonment. He’d promised hadn’t he? He always said he would be there to take care of her.

As young as she was, she knew what that meant; knew also that he’d never broken his word before. As she drifted off to sleep she prayed between sniffles that her angel would come back for her.

***

“Cody Parker here.”

It was three o’clock in the morning so I knew right off the bat that it was not going to be good. Nothing good ever comes a calling at this bitch of an hour.

“Parker your boy struck again.”

Fuck, that’s the last thing I wanted to hear, anything but that. The caller didn’t have to say any more than that for me to know what or who he was talking about.

For three years I’ve wanted to get my hands on this guy, but I could never get within a mile of the fucker.

I didn’t know who he was, but I knew what he was. Monster was not harsh enough, evil isn’t dark enough.

Somewhere in the universe there’s a word to describe this being, but what that is I don’t know.

“Where?”

“ Havenhurst Estates; you know, that big old place on the border between New Hampshire and Maine. Apparently the family’s away, but he went after the caretaker and his wife. There’s one problem though, there’s a little girl missing from the home, we think he’s got her.”

Fuck me no this was bad. “How old?”

“Three years old.”

“Are we sure it’s him?”

“Pretty certain, same MO down to the gum paste on the door, my men are combing the area but it doesn’t look good.”

“I’ll be right there.”

I hung up the phone with my guts in knots; I couldn’t stop to think. Every minute that I waste a little girl’s life is at stake. The monster doesn’t have a conscience, whatever and whomever, he’d destroy.

What was his game this time? He’s never taken a hostage before, why would he take the girl? Nothing about this felt good, every minute that child was in his hands was a minute too long.

Then again, maybe this would prove to be his downfall. I got my team on the horn and prepared to travel the few miles out of town to go face whatever the evil one had left behind.

Chapter 3

Fifteen Years Later

My skin burns as his hands move over my body in the dark. The heat is the most intense it’s ever been, especially there, between my thighs.

I rub them together as I wait for his fingers to find my secret places. I long for that most of all.

Finally he’s there, his fingers move ever so slowly across the surface of my heated flesh.